Chapter 202 Decisive Victory:
Horse Racing Like a Dragon At this moment, Ji Juechen's speed could only be described as lightning fast. Without any soul tool assistance, this was already the speed limit that a six-ring Soul Emperor could achieve.
This burst of speed was even unmatched by agility-type Soul Masters of the same level.
Gripping his sword with both hands, he slowly turned his body, sweeping the longsword horizontally. This simple movement, when executed by him, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. The entire movement was as if completed in a viscous liquid, yet without any pause, flowing seamlessly.
The instant Ji Juechen flashed out, as if drawn by the energy, Wu Xuan also moved.
His left foot suddenly stepped forward, but he didn't rush out like Ji Juechen. The moment his left foot landed, thunder roared across the sky, and the moment the Li Quan Spear slowly thrust out, the void seemed to tear open like a curtain, and a trench several meters deep appeared on the solid arena floor.
The two seemed to have rehearsed everything. As the black longsword finally swept down, Wu Xuan's terrifying spear strike arrived as expected. The lightning-shimmering blade of the Li Quan Spear collided instantly with the tip of the extraterrestrial meteorite iron sword.
"Bang!"
The audience in the first few rows closest to the two leaned back in shock. The instant the spear and sword clashed, the air within a radius of several dozen square meters seemed to collapse, everything becoming distorted and unreal.
In the private room above, the Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan and the Mingde Hall Master Jing Hongchen abruptly stood up. They were astonished to find that they couldn't quite grasp the true meaning of that spear-sword clash.
Jing Hongchen could clearly sense that this was far more than a simple collision of spear and sword; the surge of power, the collision of their auras—there were no flashy soul skills, but something he couldn't see through or understand.
Gun and sword clashed, but without any stalemate, a deafening roar erupted the next instant.
"Boom!"
Centered on the point of impact, the ground cracked and collapsed, extending outwards for a full fifty meters in diameter before gradually receding.
Unlike Wu Xuan's calm and composed demeanor, Ji Juechen was sent flying backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His right sleeve was completely torn open, and the meteorite iron sword in his hand flew directly out of the arena.
After landing, Ji Juechen staggered seven or eight steps before regaining his footing. "I lost! Ji Juechen has learned a lot today. I hope that one day we can have another duel like this."
As he spoke, there was not a trace of dejection in Ji Juechen's eyes, but rather an incomparably excited fighting spirit.
The referee slowly walked onto the arena. At this moment, his gaze towards Wu Xuan had completely changed. This unknown dark horse was none other than the peerless genius who had defeated the chief battle maniac of Mingde Hall.
"Infinite Arena, Semi-Final, Thunder Prison Spear, Yang Xuan wins!"
"In half an hour, the Infinite Arena final begins. Will the Dragon of Destruction continue its glory, or will the Thunder Prison Spear stand proudly at the top? Place your bets now! Place your bets now! Your chance to make a fortune is right before your eyes!"
On the other side, at the betting site of the Sun and Moon Grand Soul Arena, the manager shouted enthusiastically. Currently, Wu Xuan's odds are 1 to 5, and Ma Rulong's odds are 1 to 3. Overall, Ma Rulong has the advantage.
At this moment, a path slowly parted from the crowded crowd, and a tall girl with a golden ponytail walked over.
The girl placed ten gold soul coin cards that shimmered with platinum luster in front of the manager, betting ten million gold soul coins on the Thunder Prison Spear. This girl was none other than Ye Guyi.
The manager smiled brightly, put away the gold soul coin savings cards, and began to process the transaction. Among the nobles and merchants who came to place bets, some even bet fifty million gold soul coins each, so a bet of ten million did not seem so abrupt.
At the center of the arena!
Ma Rulong and Wu Xuan stood almost simultaneously.
"Yang Xuan! You truly surprise me. I never expected there to be a genius like you outside of Mingde Hall. Regardless of the outcome of this decisive battle, I sincerely invite you to join Mingde Hall," Ma Rulong said, looking at the aloof figure opposite him.
"Many forces want to recruit me. Only by defeating me will you earn my respect," Wu Xuan said coldly, brandishing his spear.
"Haha! You have character. Mingde Hall looks forward to your joining," Ma Rulong laughed.
"The match begins!"
Ma Rulong waved his hands, and a series of clanging sounds rang out. Dozens of cannon barrels appeared behind him, each a dark gold metal. During the Soul Battle Tournament, with only a level six Soul Master cultivation, Ma Rulong could independently create and use level seven Soul Tools.
Now, having broken through to level seven Soul Master, he was already adept at controlling level seven Soul Tools, and all the level seven cannon barrels instantly emitted a deep light!
The concentrated power of a level-seven soul tool's barrage was terrifying. Violent roars echoed simultaneously from all directions of the testing ground, causing the Sun Moon Academy students in the stands to widen their eyes, their gazes fixed on the target for even a second.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"
A series of dense bombardments rang out, much to the disappointment of the other Mingde Hall students. The Li Quan Spear, crackling with lightning, shone with a dazzling light.
Facing the oncoming rays, the Li Quan Spear parried and slashed, but failed to inflict any damage on Wu Xuan.
The next second, Wu Xuan charged forward, his speed instantly reaching its peak, quickly crossing the midfield.
Ma Rulong's expression was grim; he hadn't expected that even more than ten level-seven soul tool beams couldn't harm his opponent.
Under Ma Rulong's control, the beams were instantly retracted, and a thick, blue-purple cannon barrel appeared on his shoulder, immediately unleashing a dense blue-purple light.
Such a rapid switch of soul tools—this alone ensured Ma Rulong's position as the number one in Mingde Hall remained unshakeable.
The blue-purple lightning spewed from Ma Rulong's cannon wasn't aimed directly at Wu Xuan, but rather struck the ground in front of Wu Xuan's charge.
Instantly, a blue-purple light wall appeared, blocking Wu Xuan's path. Wu Xuan was jolted the moment he touched the light wall, unable to move.
The most powerful aspect of Ma Rulong's level eight soul tool was that once touched, it would trap the target like a fly on a spider web. All the lightning energy would instantly rebound, enveloping the enemy's body.
At that moment, Wu Xuan would essentially bear the full force of the attack. While not enough to truly harm Wu Xuan, it bought enough time for him to be restrained and endure their heavy firepower.
However, to his surprise, Wu Xuan, seemingly trapped by the lightning barrier, instantly broke free.
"How could this be?" Ma Rulong was dumbfounded. Even an level eight lightning net soul tool couldn't work?
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