"Clang!"
A crisp sword sound rang out.
Chen Chen wore a relaxed and self-satisfied smile. "Chen Chen, Martial Soul Seven Kill Sword, Level 52 Power Attack Soul King, please enlighten me!"
A faint soul power surged from his Martial Soul, a gentle breeze stirred, and his long hair swayed lightly in the wind.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
"Senior Brother Chen Chen is as handsome as ever, even I can only temporarily avoid the limelight!"
"I heard that Senior Brother Chen has obtained Elder Jian's inheritance and has begun practicing Heart Sword. It seems that before long, another elder will be added to the ranks."
On the other side, Lu Feng stretched out his arms, a dense black light adhering to his hands.
"Lu Feng, Martial Soul Iron Fist, Level 43 Power Attack Soul Master, please enlighten me."
As his words fell, the noisy hall immediately became quiet.
The fat Soul Master was taken aback, rubbing his eyes as he carefully counted the Soul Rings on Lu Feng's body. "Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, four Soul Rings in total, that's right."
His brows furrowed, and he exclaimed, "He's only a four-ring Soul Master?"
A few breaths later, in the audience, the disciples sized up Lu Feng standing on the stage, discussing amongst themselves.
"What's going on? A Soul Master dares to challenge Senior Brother Chen Chen?"
"Tch~, he's just handsome. I think he's nothing special, just waiting to be beaten up by Senior Brother Chen."
"You're all mistaken, aren't you? I remember Senior Brother Chen said that this person and he would fight to a draw. Moreover, this Soul Battle was initiated by Senior Brother Chen."
Lu Feng stood on the stage, a faint smile on his face.
He was standing some distance from the audience, but he could still hear the disciples talking about him.
Surprise, doubt, belittling.
Occasionally, there would be a word or two of praise, but it was quickly drowned out by the crowd.
Lu Feng didn't take these comments to heart, just smiled and let them pass. He had heard similar words countless times in the Soul Arena.
"Hoo~"
Lu Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
An invisible wind swirled up from beneath Lu Feng's feet, flowing gently across the stage. Before the battle even began, the disciples in the audience felt a killing intent.
"Sword Master, is this kid your private disciple?" Gu Rong looked at Lu Feng on the stage and asked suspiciously.
Bone Douluo didn't understand swordsmanship, but he and Chen Xin had spent many years together, and they knew each other's moves perfectly.
And what Lu Feng was using at this moment was clearly Chen Xin's 'Heart Sword Intent'.
Swordsmen cultivate their minds to be as pure and resilient as a sword.
The noise and temptations of the outside world are like withered leaves in the wind, easily defeated in the face of this sword-like mind.
"Old Bones, that's why I said you need to read more books. This sword intent is just a state of mind. As long as the Soul Master's heart is unbreakable, no matter what kind of martial soul it is, it will be the same when used." Chen Xin mocked without any restraint.
"A swordsman cultivates three things: the sword, the heart, and the self. Forget it, sword cultivation demands too much from the brain; you probably wouldn't understand anyway."
Gu Rong's face darkened, and he immediately retorted, "Hmph, according to you, Chen Chen hasn't even grasped the basics after a year of practice, does that mean he's an idiot?"
Hearing this, Chen Xin frowned. "Chen Chen's talent is no less than mine. However, under the sect's protection, his growth has been too smooth, which is actually detrimental to his mental cultivation."
"Oh, I remember now. Back when someone was a Soul Emperor, it seems they lost to me when I was only a Soul King."
Looking at Gu Rong's hateful mocking face, Chen Xin's anger flared. Even with his current state of mind, he wanted nothing more than to throw a punch and smash that ugly face.
On the arena, Gu Lin stared intently at the two who had taken their stances and announced, "Soul Battle, begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Chen's eyes sharpened, the Seven Kill Sword flashed with a cold light, and a chilling aura emanated from him.
"Whoosh!"
His first spirit ring shone, and a sword's cry rang out.
The Seven Kill Sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if responding to its master with a telepathic connection. A powerful surge of spirit energy erupted from his body, creating a violent storm that swept across the surroundings.
Chen Chen gripped the Seven Kill Sword with both hands, his gaze fixed on Lu Feng, and said, "This is my first spirit skill: Blade. After years of cultivation, I have created another move: Blade Storm."
"Brother Lu, be careful!"
The next moment, dozens of blades flashed with cold light, pointing directly at Lu Feng's face.
Facing these oncoming blades, Lu Feng dared not be careless, his expression becoming serious.
Chen Chen was no ordinary player in the Soul Arena.
A genius who created his own spirit skill.
The senior disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
A Soul King at only twenty years old.
Any one of his achievements was unmatched.
Lu Feng could sense that besides the turbulent waves of soul power, the sword blade also exuded an unstoppable, unparalleled aura.
Facing such an opponent, Lu Feng's emotions began to boil.
A golden glint flashed in his dark eyes.
The next moment, this golden light instantly spread throughout his entire body, enveloping his hair, skin, and even clothes in a brilliant gold.
Third Soul Skill: Iron Fist of Justice!
On the field, Chen Chen's sharp sword intent swept across the entire arena, creating a gust of wind.
Even though the audience was quite a distance away, the disciples felt a sense of unease.
However, the sword intent permeating the stage melted away instantly, like ice meeting the blazing sun, when it touched the golden light surrounding Lu Feng.
A wind blade over six feet long broke through the golden light's defense, but it completely turned into smoke just three feet before reaching Lu Feng.
"This..."
On the high platform, Chen Xin looked at the golden light surrounding Lu Feng and murmured.
"What's wrong? Sword Master, is there a problem with his defensive soul skill?" Gu Rong asked疑惑地.
Chen Xin shook his head. He felt that Lu Feng's soul skill was somewhat familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere before, or heard of it before.
After a long while, a glint flashed in Chen Xin's eyes. He raised his head and looked towards the south of the continent, slowly uttering eight words:
"Immune to all evils, self-contained barrier."
Gu Rong frowned slightly and said, "Sword Master, what riddle are you spouting now? Is this kid's soul skill really as mysterious as you make it out to be?"
Chen Xin shook his head and sighed, "No, it's just that this soul skill of his reminds me of an old friend."
Gradually, the wind in the arena subsided.
Lu Feng stood quietly in the arena, not even the hem of his clothes was dirty.
Chen Chen looked at Lu Feng and smiled, "Indeed, after obtaining the fourth soul ring, Brother Lu's strength has increased again. Your third soul skill is still as indestructible as ever."
Lu Feng smiled slightly, "Brother Chen, your sword intent is also quite good. No wonder you are the number one among the younger generation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
Lu Feng was not using any defensive soul skill, but rather using the [Light] and [Holy] attributes to create a small domain.
Chen Chen smiled without saying a word. Although the attack was neutralized, his fighting spirit did not decrease but increased.
Hah!
Chen Chen shouted, and the black soul rings around him shone.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura emanated from his body. A chilling sword aura swirled around him, obscuring his body.
A purple hue appeared in Lu Feng's eyes; in his perception, Chen Chen's soul power was almost tangible.
"Brother Lu, you are a guest of the sect, so let's stop here. This is my fifth soul skill; if you can withstand it, you win."
Chen Chen's voice carried through the soul power storm, and Lu Feng could feel Chen Chen's breathing becoming heavy.
"Brother Chen, please attack! My iron fist is itching for a fight."
A sly smile played on Lu Feng's lips as his powerful soul power erupted from his body.
At the same time, his fourth soul ring lit up, and the golden light around his body seemed to intensify.
"Whoosh!"
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A crisp sword cry shattered the silence of the air.
Chen Chen's soul power coalesced into a tornado, and he took a step forward, thrusting his longsword straight at Lu Feng.
His eyes were cold as frost, and his speed was incredibly fast, as if he had transformed into a sharp sword.
Where the sword cry rang out, the soul power in the air condensed into countless transparent sword blades, flashing with a cold light, seemingly following Chen Chen's figure as if they had a mind of their own.
Fifth Soul Skill: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!
Gu Lin felt the overwhelming momentum contained in the sword cry and nodded to himself, his eyes full of admiration.
Gu Lin frowned as he looked at Lu Feng, who was only assuming a simple defensive stance.
"Is he scared out of his wits?"
At the same time, his body emitted a faint fluctuation of soul power, ready to come to Lu Feng's rescue at any moment.
Swish—
In an instant, the Seven Kill Sword pierced straight in front of Lu Feng, its speed of attack surprising Lu Feng.
Boom~
Lu Feng took a step forward with his right foot, the terrifying force causing the ground to cave in. He slightly shifted his body, clenched his left fist, and gathered power behind him, a dense black light appearing in front of him.
The next instant, a blue sword aura ten feet wide swept in, accompanied by a violent gale, hurtling towards Lu Feng's position.
This sword aura was Chen Chen's true killing move.
He transformed his body into a sword, drawing upon the soul power in the air to condense a sword momentum. If an ordinary person faced this move, they would feel not fighting a Soul Master, but facing the power of heaven and earth.
Unexpectedly, facing this overwhelming sword aura, Lu Feng did not dodge.
His soul power condensed in his fists, his whole body flashing with golden light. He swung his left fist, unleashing a surge of soul power energy that slammed into the oncoming sword aura.
100,000-year Soul Bone Skill: Invincible Golden Body!
The two charged towards each other at extremely high speed, like two streaks of golden and blue light colliding.
Boom—
The two attacks collided, the energy explosion causing a violent boom, shaking the entire venue.
Golden light and pale blue sword energy intertwined.
Whoosh—
the energy storm formed by the interwoven golden light and sword energy was instantly shattered.
With a powerful roar, the force of the impact caused even the hard stone slabs beneath their feet to crack inch by inch.
Under the overwhelming shockwave of soul power, the audience couldn't help but close their eyes and cover their ears, barely able to withstand the howling wind.
The next moment, all the disciples' hearts suddenly clenched.
A heavy pressure of soul power emanated from the arena, like a mountain crashing down, making it hard for everyone to breathe. Those disciples with lower soul power turned pale, only able to gasp for air. Several disciples above the Soul Master level
barely opened their eyes, and the next moment, their gazes narrowed, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.
On the arena, Gu Lin instantly appeared in front of Chen Chen. His arms crossed over his chest, a hemispherical soul power shield enveloping the two of them.
At this moment, Lu Feng threw out his right fist, and a large fan-shaped area in front of him suddenly erupted with soul power.
First Soul Skill: Heavy Punch, Second Form!
Fourth Soul Skill: Deliberate Blast Punch!
"Boom!" A deafening roar,
as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, erupted.
Lu Feng's surging soul power almost solidified, like a golden dragon carrying world-destroying power, slamming heavily into Gu Lin's soul power shield.
In an instant, light radiated, white light intertwining and resisting the earth-yellow soul power shield.
Energy spread wildly outwards like ripples, and the arena floor, unable to withstand the pressure, developed a network of fine cracks centered on the point of impact, rapidly spreading throughout the entire arena.
Boom!
To everyone's astonishment, the next moment, accompanied by a deafening roar, the entire arena completely collapsed.
Everyone in the arena stared dumbfounded at the ruins of the arena, their eyes glazed over.
At this moment, an eerie silence fell over the scene.
What just happened?
Why did Elder Gu Lin suddenly intervene?
Was the battle already over?
Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong on the viewing platform were also filled with shock.
They clearly captured what had happened on the arena in that instant.
Yes, the outcome was decided.
Especially Chen Xin and Gu Rong, as Title Douluos, felt it most deeply. They knew clearly that if Gu Lin hadn't intervened to block Lu Feng's attack, it was uncertain whether Chen Chen would have survived.
Chen Xin sighed and then turned to leave. He was now somewhat worried about his disciple's mental state.
Chen Xin was gratified that Chen Chen had such an opponent. Because he himself had learned from his defeats and then broken through in one fell swoop.
But at the same time, he felt somewhat sad.
Chen Chen's talent was in no way inferior to his; he could be called a genius.
However, the Douluo Continent was never short of geniuses.
In Chen Xin's era, the most discussed figures were Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen. These two names were like two mountains, weighing heavily on the hearts of every genius Soul Master.
The next generation saw the emergence of Tang Hao and Bibi Dong.
Despite being juniors, their strength and talent overwhelmed the previous generation's powerhouses.
Now,
Chen Xin looked at Lu Feng on the stage, his heart filled with emotion. He seemed to see a new moon rising.
No matter how brilliant the stars, how could they rival the moon's brilliance?
As Chen Chen's master, he even worried that Chen Chen might be crushed.
On the martial arts stage, Chen Chen stood frozen in place. His wide eyes were filled with disbelief and terror.
His clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his body trembled slightly.
As his opponent, he felt Lu Feng's punch most acutely.
The terrifying power of his soul force was like a mountain pressing down, striking directly at his soul. If it weren't for the elder's intervention, he felt he would probably be dead.
Lu Feng looked at the two opposite him and laughed, "Seventh Master, impressive skill! You actually blocked my strongest move with your bare hands."
Although his opponent was a Soul Douluo, Lu Feng showed no restraint.
"Hmph, you have some ruthless soul skills, kid. If I hadn't intervened, someone might have died," Gu Lin said viciously.
Lu Feng smiled apologetically and
clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "My soul skill becomes stronger when facing a stronger opponent. Brother Chen is a genius seen only once in a century, so naturally I wouldn't dare to hold back." Lu Feng's fourth soul skill can absorb the opponent's attack and then counterattack with double the damage.
Theoretically speaking, as long as he can withstand a strike from a Title Douluo, this counterattack will have the power of a Title Douluo.
Generally speaking, the damage a soul master can withstand will never exceed two stages of their own level.
For example, an ordinary Soul Master, even a purely defensive one, can at most withstand the fifth soul skill of a Soul King, and definitely cannot withstand the attack of a Soul Emperor.
However, Lu Feng has a heaven-defying skill:
Invincible Golden Body!
For a short period of time, he is immune to all physical damage, and his own strength doubles.
This soul bone skill, combined with his fourth soul skill, plus Luo Wupao's assistance, would give him the confidence to defeat Zhao Wuji even in his prime if he returned to the Star Dou Forest.
At this moment, Chen Chen lowered his head dejectedly and said, "Brother Lu, I lost this round."
He gave a bitter smile. Although he was somewhat unwilling, he knew he had lost completely.
If it weren't for Gu Lin's intervention, he would be dead by now.
This was hard for Chen Chen to accept.
Last time they fought, they were evenly matched. How could he have lost so miserably this time?
Such a crushing defeat; anyone who didn't know better would have thought their soul power levels had swapped.
Chen Chen dragged himself away slowly, questioning his existence, his eyes filled with confusion.