Chapter 42 Crushing Long Aotian, the Strongest Young Generation of the Body Sect!
After hearing Du Busi's explanation, Long Aotian's previously violently fluctuating aura gradually stabilized.
After all, he was the sect's chief disciple, whom they had carefully nurtured for many years, and his mind was far more resolute than that of ordinary people.
Although the perennial configuration of the Third Ring Road made him feel unprecedented pressure, his deep-rooted competitive spirit was completely ignited.
"Junior brother, congratulations. You have embarked on a path that we never imagined."
Long Aotian stared directly at Liu Yuan, the shock in his eyes transforming into pure fighting spirit, and the four soul rings behind him pulsed even more violently.
"But as the senior brother, if I retreat without a fight, I will disgrace the Body Sect. Let our sparring begin now!"
Liu Yuan nodded slightly, his two pupils flashing alternately, and calmly replied, "Senior brother, please."
In the stands, seeing that the two were ready to fight, Poison Undying waved his hand and his powerful voice resounded throughout the stadium: "Begin!"
Before he could finish speaking, Long Aotian's figure had already disappeared from the spot.
After the previous crushing defeat, Long Aotian conducted an in-depth analysis of Liu Yuan's fighting style.
He knew very well that Liu Yuan's "laser eyes" possessed extreme long-range penetrating power, and once the distance was created, he would only be able to passively take hits.
Only by engaging in close combat and leveraging their higher soul power level and richer combat experience can they have a chance of survival.
During his charge, Long Aotian held nothing back, and his first and third spirit rings lit up almost simultaneously.
"First Soul Skill, Demonic Ape Transformation!"
"Third Soul Skill, Dark Gold Power!"
Two beams of light alternately enveloped his entire body.
Long Aotian's body swelled up instantly, his muscles bulged like a dragon, and his skin took on a deep, dark gold color with a cold, metallic sheen.
With the combined power of the two enhancement-type soul skills, his strength and defense reached an extremely terrifying level. Every step he took on the arena produced a deafening thud.
Liu Yuan stood still, his double pupils fixed on the rapidly approaching dark golden light.
He nodded inwardly. Long Aotian was indeed extraordinary. Compared to his time in Yaluo City, Long Aotian was now much more fluid and skillful in controlling his soul power and connecting his skills. The oppressive aura he exuded even made the air thicken.
But this does not mean that Liu Yuan will back down.
"laugh--!"
Within his double pupils, two red laser beams shot out again, precisely striking Long Aotian's chest.
Long Aotian was prepared; he crossed his arms in front of him and withstood the impact of the laser eyes.
Sparks burst forth from his dark golden skin. Although he was momentarily slowed by the impact, he still managed to reach Liu Yuan with his powerful physique.
"Got you!" Long Aotian shouted, his dark golden fist carrying a piercing sonic boom as it aimed straight for Liu Yuan's face.
Liu Yuan's eyes were as calm as ice. Facing this powerful punch that was enough to severely injure a Soul King, he did not choose to create distance, but instead activated the third Soul Skill he had just acquired.
"The Qilin Treasure Technique!"
The icy blue glow instantly enveloped Liu Yuan's entire body.
At this moment, Liu Yuan's physical strength underwent a qualitative leap.
He also threw a punch, colliding with Long Aotian in the most primal and domineering way.
"boom!"
Two fists, one large and one small, were locked in a stalemate in mid-air for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, Liu Yuan adopted the fighting style that best suited him—trading injuries for injuries.
Long Aotian's close combat skills were extremely superb. While exchanging punches, his right leg swept across Liu Yuan's waist like a steel whip.
Instead of dodging, Liu Yuan used the opening to close in, taking the heavy kick to the shoulder. At the same time, he formed a sword with his fingers, gathering sharp soul power at his fingertips, and stabbed it fiercely into Long Aotian's abdomen.
"Bang!"
Liu Yuan's waist was a bloody mess, and the sound of bones cracking could even be heard.
"Click!"
Long Aotian's dark gold skin on his abdomen was also shattered, and Liu Yuan's finger strike created a bloody hole.
Long Aotian's expression changed drastically, because he knew very well that Liu Yuan's recovery ability was terrifyingly strong.
Sure enough, the next second, the wound on Liu Yuan's waist healed completely at a speed visible to the naked eye, under the flashing emerald green light.
Not only that, while repairing himself, Liu Yuan's offensive did not diminish at all. His double pupils fired miniature lasers at close range, constantly creating wounds on Long Aotian's body.
"This can't go on..." A sense of powerlessness rose in Long Aotian's heart.
He originally thought that close combat was his absolute home turf, but now, Liu Yuan's close combat explosive power is not only no less than his, but he also has an extremely abnormal self-healing ability.
He punched Liu Yuan ten times, and Liu Yuan recovered instantly;
When Liu Yuan punched him, he had to expend a lot of soul power to maintain his defense.
This is no longer a friendly competition; it's a slow, suicidal act of attrition.
Long Aotian knew that if this dragged on any longer, he would only be worn down and die on the stage.
He decided to use his last trump card to decide the outcome of the game.
Long Aotian retreated rapidly, creating a ten-meter distance between himself and the fourth spirit ring beneath his feet, which emitted an unprecedented dark light.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Mad God Slash!"
Long Aotian's soul power surged into his arms like a tidal wave. His body seemed to resonate with the surrounding air, and a huge, illusory axe formed from gathered energy appeared in his hands. His eyes were bloodshot, and with a resolute determination to risk his life, he fiercely cleaved down at Liu Yuan.
This strike was the ultimate attack of a level 47 Soul Master, delivered with all their might; it seemed as if space itself had been cleaved open.
Liu Yuan looked up, his double pupils reflecting the image of the fallen giant axe.
He took a deep breath, and at that moment, all the blood and energy in his body were circulated to their maximum through the Qilin Treasure Technique.
He still didn't hide.
Liu Yuan lowered his waist and locked his horse, raising his left arm high, attempting to withstand the Mad God Slash with his bare body, while his right hand was filled with enough power to split mountains and shatter rocks.
"Sizzle!"
The giant axe fell.
Liu Yuan's left shoulder, along with most of his back, was ripped open, so deep that the bone was visible, and a large amount of blood instantly stained the arena red.
However, just as the giant axe pierced the bone, Liu Yuan's body did not fall. His double pupils were fixed on Long Aotian, who was in a stiff state due to exerting all his strength.
"Qilin Force, break!"
Liu Yuan's long-awaited right fist slammed into the center of Long Aotian's chest.
"puff--!"
Long Aotian felt an irresistible force penetrate his skin and enter his internal organs, instantly shattering his dark golden defense.
He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flying dozens of meters away before crashing heavily off the stage.
On the arena, the terrifying wound on Liu Yuan's chest was rapidly writhing and reforming in the emerald light. In just a few breaths, it was restored to its original smooth state, leaving only a pool of blood to prove the authenticity of the attack.
The entire room fell silent.
Long Aotian struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the young man on the stage who was gradually calming down.
At that moment, his eyes held no anger, only deep admiration and helplessness.
"Junior brother, you win. I can no longer beat you at all." Long Aotian shook his head and smiled bitterly, his tone revealing a hint of relief.
At that moment, the entire training ground erupted in unprecedented cheers and shock.
Through this battle, everyone in the Body Sect realized one thing—
The title of the strongest among the younger generation of their Body Sect is about to change hands today...
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