Chapter 188 Level 8 Soul Tool, Infinite Arena Battle Begins.
After completing his registration, Wu Xuan left the Mingdu Grand Soul Arena. The Thunder Prison Spring Spear was, after all, a decent soul tool. Since he had decided to participate in the Infinite Arena Battle in Mingdu, it would be best to use a soul tool. This way, he could hone his spear intent and also consolidate his rapidly increasing strength.
Back at the inn, he set up his newly purchased Level 6 soul tool, which isolated sound and aura.
Without further delay, Wu Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed, took a deep breath, and released his palms. The Thunder Prison Spring Spear slowly floated up, hovering in front of him. In that instant, the remnant soul of the Thunder Prison Dragon within the spear seemed to sense the danger, emanating a fierce aura that seemed to be mixed with a low roar:
"A mere remnant soul of a 20,000-year-old soul beast, does it dare to defy the heavens?" Wu Xuan stared at the Thunder Prison Spring Spear and sneered. With a thought, the vertical pupil between his brows slowly opened, and in the next moment, incomparably sharp spiritual energy continuously roared out from the emerald green vertical eye between his brows.
Completely powerless against the onslaught of Wu Xuan's spiritual energy, even with the protection of the top-grade rare metal, Soul Forging Silver, the remnant soul of the Thunder Prison Dragon was riddled with holes by Wu Xuan's spiritual energy.
"Boom!"
The remnant soul of the Thunder Prison Dragon could no longer maintain its form and shattered into dust, transforming into streams of pure primordial spiritual energy.
"Now comes the most crucial step!" Wu Xuan's mind stirred, and his powerful spiritual energy lost its previous sharpness and instead transformed into countless threads, densely wrapping around the Thunder Prison Dragon's primordial spiritual energy. Guided by Wu Xuan's spiritual energy, the pure soul essence slowly merged into the core formation carved from Soul-Forging Silver.
Instantly, the previously dim eighth core formation of the Thunder Prison Spring Spear erupted with shimmering lightning!
This peak seventh-level soul tool was slowly transforming under Wu Xuan's spiritual guidance! It steadily advanced towards the eighth-level soul tool platform.
A problem that even a ninth-level soul master couldn't solve was easily resolved by Wu Xuan. This didn't mean Wu Xuan was comparable to a ninth-level soul master, but rather that this final step—integrating the Thunder Prison Dragon's original soul power into the eighth core formation—required an extremely high level of spiritual power. Presumably, the ninth-level soul master's spiritual power was their weakness, hence the failed tempering.
Two days later!
Morning!
Mingdu Grand Soul Arena, Infinite Arena Zone. After two days of intensive renovations, the arena was surrounded by concentric circles of seats extending upwards. The Infinite Arena Zone could now accommodate at least fifty to sixty thousand spectators.
Around the dozen or so arenas, a linked defensive system composed of multiple defensive soul tools was in place. This defensive system fully demonstrated the Sun Moon Empire's advanced technology in soul tools. Only one Soul Master with sufficient cultivation is needed to control the entire defense system.
Although it was early morning, the entire Soul Arena was already packed. Such a grand occasion was enough to show the immense popularity of this Infinite Arena Defense.
"Please be quiet, audience! The 87th Infinite Arena Defense Tournament is about to begin." On the Soul Arena stage, a middle-aged man in a tailcoat stood in the center. He cleared his throat, and his voice, amplified by his Soul Guidance Device, resounded throughout the arena.
The audience, who had been discussing excitedly, fell silent, turning their attention to the central arena stage.
The host continued, "With the aim of fostering friendship through martial arts and promoting the comprehensive development of Soul Guidance Technology, this Infinite Arena Defense Tournament is about to officially begin. The first day is the preliminary round. The Soul Arena has no requirements; as long as you obtain ten identity tokens today, you will pass the preliminary round and officially participate in the subsequent five days of unlimited arena defense."
"I declare! The 87th Infinite Arena Defense Tournament has officially begun!" With the middle-aged man's loud announcement, the audience cheered.
On arena number three, Wu Xuan handed his identity token to the referee beside him and jumped onto the stage.
"What a young fellow," the referee remarked, glancing at Wu Xuan with slight surprise.
Wu Xuan had already donned the Phantom Mask, though his appearance was only slightly altered, his overall look was drastically different.
"Arena number three, Yang Xuan! vs. Arena number three, Li Mo!"
With the referee's loud announcement, a middle-aged man in black, with a cold expression, slowly walked onto the arena.
"The match begins!" the host announced loudly, seeing the two were ready.
The middle-aged man lunged forward, charging directly at Wu Xuan. A flash of light appeared in his hand, a level three melee soul-guided broadsword, surrounded by three soul rings!
"White, White, Yellow!"
Wu Xuan didn't underestimate his opponent despite his pitifully weak appearance. A deep blue, dazzling light suddenly shone from Wu Xuan's palm, and he slashed diagonally with his Thunder Prison Spring Spear. Li Mo's swinging broadsword was directly deflected by Wu Xuan's spear.
The spear blade pointed forward, its sharp, cold light stopping a centimeter before Li Mo's throat.
Li Mo broke out in a cold sweat, a chill running down his spine. His voice trembled as he exclaimed, "A level 77 soul tool!"
At that moment, the sound seemed to freeze. Everyone in Arena Three fell silent. Who could have imagined that they would be placed on the same stage as a soul master capable of using a level 7 soul tool?
Currently, the Thunder Prison Spring Spear's eighth core array wouldn't light up without mental power activation, a unique feature of this soul tool.
The referee, recovering from his initial shock, loudly announced, "Arena Three, Yang Xuan wins."
Wu Xuan glanced at the remaining contestants below the stage and coldly said, "Anyone who wants to come up, come on up. Those who don't, leave your identity tokens and you can leave. If I don't stop in time during the defense and someone gets injured, don't blame me."
As soon as Wu Xuan finished speaking, the seven contestants swarmed forward their identity tokens. They were joking, of course. How could they, a group of soul masters with only a maximum level of four, possibly defeat a level 7 soul master?
This scene wasn't limited to Arena Number Three; similar occurrences happened in at least five or six other arenas.
Like sand being washed away by the tides, without absolute strength, everyone will be swept away. But Wu Xuan isn't the only gold among them.
A young woman with long golden hair and a veiled face slowly walked out of the crowd. She appeared to be under twenty, wearing a white-gold long dress that covered her entire body, revealing no skin.
"I sense your soul power isn't that strong. I don't think I'm no match for you." A sharp glint appeared in her clear eyes. With a flick of her wrist, a long sword appeared in her grasp. This sword was about three feet three inches long, with a blade only one inch wide, radiating a golden light.
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