Ye Yu said he wanted to challenge Zhao Wuji to a duel and allowed Zhao Wuji to use his first five soul techniques. Tang San was taken aback and somewhat worried upon hearing this.
Even with just four soul techniques, I could barely hold out for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, exhausted, drained and out of energy, let alone dealing with five soul techniques.
If I faced Zhao Wuji using five soul techniques, I would be killed quickly.
However, upon seeing Ye Yu making this move, Tang San felt slightly relieved.
Nonetheless, Tang San still wanted to intervene, thinking that Ye Yu, even if capable of fighting, would get injured.
"Brother Yu, Xiao Wu and I are fine."
Ye Yu said solemnly, "Xiao Wu got hurt, you've already fought your part. As the leader, I can't do nothing seeing both of you injured."
Zhao Wuji was surprised, somewhat doubting if he heard correctly.
"If I can hold out against you for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, does that mean you lose?"
"Yes." Ye Yu nodded seriously.
Zhao Wuji found it somewhat amusing and asked, "Shouldn't it be you who needs to withstand my attack for that duration? Although you're strong, if I use five soul techniques, even a Soul Sect cannot match me. While your constitution is robust, being of the Support Type allows you to be equivalent to Strong Attack Type, Agility Type, and Defense Type, enabling you to challenge levels beyond your own. However, at most, you compare to a level forty-five War Soul Sect."
Ning Rongrong admired Ye Yu immensely; being of the Support Type, he could fight and battle above his level. If all Support Types knew, they would absolutely question their reality.
Normally, Support Types stay at the back, receiving protection from teammates and enhancing them. Yet, Ye Yu enhances himself and fights.
Ye Yu provocatively asked, "What? Afraid? Scared I'll give you a beating?"
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji was frustrated; he suffered losses battling Tang San due to being unprepared, not expecting Tang San to use those needle-like weapons, making him as prickly as a porcupine, causing a severe headache.
He had witnessed Ye Yu's strength before. If Ye Yu uses the first four soul techniques, he might take a beating. However, by using the first five, Zhao Wuji felt no worry.
Zhao Wuji confidently said, "Tang San managing to hurt me was unexpected, but if I can use the first five soul techniques, no more injuries for me!"
Ye Yu approached Xiao Wu, and Nine Spirits Black Begonia appeared, black lights gathered into black petals falling upon her.
Immediately, Xiao Wu's complexion improved significantly, though still unconscious; Ye Yu knew Xiao Wu was fine and would recover after resting a bit.
Then Ye Yu healed Tang San, whose complexion also improved quickly, healing about seventy to eighty percent.
Zhao Wuji was astonished to see this; the First Soul Skill was healing? Moreover, its effect seemed even better than Oscar's Recovery Sausage!
Ye Yu currently had three spirit rings, and the First Soul Skill healing was already at forty percent.
Tang San stood up, moved his body a bit, and was basically healed.
Oscar was also stunned, worried whether he would still have a business in the future.
Ning Rongrong was surprised, "Such a powerful healing ability, his Martial Soul is very similar to Nine-Hearted Begonia, but black. Could it be a mutation?"
Curiously, Ning Rongrong asked, "Ye Yu, are you a descendant of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Sect?"
Upon mentioning the Nine-Hearted Begonia Sect, Ye Yu's expression turned cold, and he said lightly, "No."
"Oh." Realizing a slight change in Ye Yu's demeanor, seeming extremely resentful, she thought there might be a connection.
Zhao Wuji had eaten Oscar's Recovery Sausage and was lightly injured, mostly healed.
However, Ye Yu approached him and used healing too.
Zhao Wuji asked, "Later, you'll be fighting me, and having me injured could work to your advantage. Plus, since I've hurt your friends, you'd prefer me injured. Yet now you want to heal me?"
Ye Yu indifferently replied, "Fighting you when you're fully healed is fair too. I am indeed displeased, but it doesn't matter. You'll get injured again shortly."
Zhao Wuji: "..."
Zhao Wuji laughed angrily, "Alright, I accept your challenge. However, shouldn't it be you who needs to withstand my attack for that duration for me to consider it a loss?"
Ye Yu retreated a few steps after healing, pressing his right hand on the right side of his face, and asked, "Are you sure?"
Zhao Wuji's expression changed dramatically, seeing blood-black soul power gathering on Ye Yu's right face. Ye Yu's aura underwent a massive transformation, becoming violent, dark, and bloodthirsty!
After Ye Yu moved his right hand, a white bone mask with red patterns covered the right side of his face, and his right eye's sclera turned pitch black while the pupil became golden.
Besides Tang San, everyone was extremely shocked. What was this?
Suddenly, everyone except Tang San widened their eyes at Ye Yu surrounded by three spirit rings in disbelief.
As the white bone mask covered his face, the color of Ye Yu's spirit rings changed.
The first spirit ring's purple glow became even stronger; the second dazzling purple spirit ring turned black! The third black spirit ring shone even more intensely.
"How... is this possible?!"
They were incredibly astonished, purple black black! Thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years!
Ye Yu's spirit rings transformed into two ten thousand years!
They were dumbfounded; the first three rings yellow, yellow, purple, was already the best configuration. This was theirs as well. Ye Yu's first two rings being thousand years, the third being ten thousand years was already unbelievable, especially with the age enhancement now!
"What's on Ye Yu's face?" Dai Mubai was extremely shocked.
Zhao Wuji's shock was beyond words, looking at Ye Yu's white bone mask in surprise and envy.
"Could it be a Soul Bone?"
Ye Yu said, "To be precise, it's an External Soul Bone. Teacher Zhao, let's begin!"
After Voidification, Ye Yu completely no longer resembled a Support Type, filled entirely with a vicious, violent, extremely dangerous aura, like a demon abundant in pure evil.
Zhao Wuji suppressed his inner shock, and his seven spirit rings emerged, saying in a deep voice, "Kid, you truly surpass monsters by far. Calling you a genius monster is an understatement; you should be deemed a demon. Now, the battle begins, be careful!"
Upon Zhao Wuji's words, his third Thousand-Year Soul Ring glowed purple as he bellowed, "Gravity Enhancement!"
His Third Soul Skill increased gravity in a specific area, obstructing enemy movement.
Though his defensive power was strong, his weakness was speed, causing trouble when facing speed types. This soul skill compensated for his shortcomings.
After using the Third Soul Skill, Zhao Wuji lunged forward, taking a step that shook the ground.
"Second Soul Skill, Mighty Vajra Palm!"
A mightier bear paw than before came crashing in. Zhao Wuji believed this palm would definitely hit Ye Yu, no way to dodge it.
However, as the palm was about to hit Ye Yu, it passed through him. Zhao Wuji was shocked because he didn't hit anything solid! Ye Yu's figure gradually dissipated, merely an afterimage!
Zhao Wuji was astonished, "How is this possible?! In my gravity zone, how could there still be such speed?!"
At this moment, Ye Yu surged from behind Zhao Wuji, fists clenched, thinking solemnly, "Originally, I hadn't planned to go all out, thought you'd suffer tonight. But now, during the day, I want to make you suffer!"