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Flanders' heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, almost jumping out of his throat.
What kind of big deal is it that is worthy of a Titled Douluo to come in person?
After listening to Lingyuan Douluo's request, his gaze suddenly turned to Tuoba Yan.
Three spirit rings were floating under the young man's feet.
The yellow, purple and black colors flowed in the sunlight, clearly indicating the identity of a three-ring soul master, whose soul power level was only between level 31 and level 40.
But this soul ring configuration subverts common sense.
The yellow ring is followed by the purple ring, and the outermost ring is surrounded by a black soul ring, which is obviously an ultimate configuration that exceeds the standard.
Although the total age of the three soul rings does not exceed 20,000 years, Zhao Wuji's seven soul rings have a total age of more than 60,000 years, which is more than three times that of Tuoba Yan.
Flanders nudged the frame of his glasses with his index finger, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes behind the lenses. "Your Majesty, are you sure you want to do this?"
He knew the gap too well.
For every year that a Soul Ring's duration increases, its bonus attributes increase by one point.
In terms of soul power level, level 71 versus level 38 is an insurmountable gap.
What's more, Zhao Wuji has been immersed in the way of soul master for decades, and his combat experience is far beyond that of a young man.
No matter from which dimension you look at it, this matchup should be a crushing victory.
"I'm not kidding." Lingyuan Douluo's voice was calm and steady.
"Alright." Flander patted Zhao Wuji on the shoulder, his tone unwavering. "Wuji, this is all I can do for you. The other guy is just a child. Don't hold back, finish this quickly."
Zhao Wuji was seething with anger.
Flanders had just arrived, so how could he have seen Tuoba Yan's weird side?
He dared to assert that among all the Shrek graduates, no one was more outrageous than this young man.
But the pressure from the Titled Douluo was like a thorn in his back, and he could only grit his teeth and accept it.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Gravity Squeeze!"
A small black hole suddenly appeared behind Zhao Wuji.
The surrounding gravel and grass were instantly torn into a swirling vortex, and even Tuoba Yan, who was a hundred meters away, felt his body sinking slightly.
Then the fourth soul ring lit up red.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Position Tracking!"
The Mighty Vajra Bear's martial spirit boasts unparalleled defense, but its only weakness is speed. Using these two moves together is precisely to compensate for this deficiency and lock the opponent into the gravity field.
Tuoba Yan tapped the ground lightly with his toes and his body suddenly floated up half a foot.
The golden light of the chicken charm flowed around his ankles, and his body, which should have been pulled by gravity, was as light as a feather.
He twisted his waist and stretched his arms like a roc spreading its wings, which was the starting posture of the Wudang unique martial art, Tiyunzong.
"call--"
The gravity of the black hole suddenly surged, and gravel and grass debris formed a violent vortex behind Zhao Wuji.
But every step Tuoba Yan took was on an invisible energy node, his body moving left and right, and he could always move away before the strongest point of the gravity field arrived.
As the red light of his fourth soul skill followed him relentlessly, he suddenly leaped up about ten feet, lightly stomping three times in the air with the soles of his boots. In the instant he dodged the beam of light using the spiraling airflow, the dragon whisker needle that had slipped from his sleeve was already gleaming with a ghostly light between his fingers.
"Kid, don't hide if you dare!"
Zhao Wuji roared and activated his soul power. The gravity field suddenly expanded three times, and the air became as thick as solidified paste.
But Tuoba Yan's figure became more and more erratic, and the golden talismans around him were bright and dark. Sometimes he flew out diagonally like a kite with a broken string, and sometimes he was like willow catkins flying through the gravel rain, always maintaining a hair's breadth of difference from the bear's claws.
Flander stared intently at the battle on the field, his glasses reflecting the chaotic light and shadow.
He had already calculated Tuoba Yan's soul power consumption.
Tiyunzong leaps to such a high altitude, and each use consumes half a level of soul power. The levitation ability drops at least three levels every quarter of an hour. Logically speaking, Tuoba Yan can't keep using Tiyunzong for more than a quarter of an hour.
But half an hour passed, and the figure in green was still moving in the gravity vortex.
Each time Zhao Wuji's bear claws struck, they missed by a hair's breadth, and the amount of dust stirred up was infinitely greater than the number of times they hit.
"roar!"
Zhao Wuji pounded his chest hard, and the dark golden hair of his spirit form began to lose its luster.
The surging power in the body was dissipating at an alarming rate, and the black hole that maintained the gravitational squeeze was showing unstable ripples.
When the last ray of golden light dissipated from the seventh soul ring, his huge body suddenly shrank and returned to human form, his chest heaving violently as he gasped.
At this moment, Tuoba Yan suddenly changed his fighting style.
He stopped dodging and landed steadily three feet away. The ease in his eyes disappeared, replaced by cold concentration.
"The real battle begins now."
Before he finished speaking, he shot out like an arrow.
"Buddha's wrathful lotus!"
"Pyroblast Rasengan!"
"Fire Binding!"
…
Self-created soul skills burst out one after another, and flames and energy intertwined into a dense attack network.
What is even more amazing is Tuoba Yan's body movements. He alternates between the Dragon Step and the Tiyun Leap, sometimes like a flying dragon, sometimes like a fleeting shadow.
-The dragon beard needle thrown out from the sleeve specifically seeks out the weak points of the body's protective Qi.
Flander stared in disbelief, muttering to himself, "Is this even human?"
"He's more like a little monster," Ling Yuan Douluo said with a hint of approval.
Zhao Wuji, who had released his martial spirit's true form, had his agility, strength, and defense all weakened by 50%. The muscles in his right arm were also curled up due to the dragon beard needles. Every time he punched, the wound would be pulled, causing him to break out in cold sweats due to the pain.
Even though his body was in pain, he had to keep fighting.
Muscles are the driving force behind strength.
The muscle injury greatly affected Zhao Wuji's ability to exert his strongest strength.
Tuoba Yan was obviously well prepared and had calculated his condition exactly. The previous fighting was clearly consuming his soul power and the time limit of his martial soul's true body.
Flanders' heart tightened. If this continued, Zhao Wuji would definitely lose.
He subconsciously took a step forward, but was stopped by Ling Yuan Douluo's cold voice.
"Why, you want to regret it?"
The moment he stopped, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the front.
"Holy Dragon Explosion!"
A scarlet-gold flaming dragon shadow burst out from Tuoba Yan's right arm and collided fiercely with Zhao Wuji's hastily swung giant palm.
The air wave exploded with the two of them as the center, the street ground collapsed half a foot, and gravel flew like bullets.
When the smoke and dust cleared, Zhao Wuji stared blankly at the charred claw marks on his chest. His throat felt sweet and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
"Soul Bone!"
These two words, enough to cause a bloody storm in the world of soul masters, were squeezed out from between his teeth with endless disbelief.
Zhao Wuji could never have imagined that after fighting for nearly an hour, Tuoba Yan still had such a powerful killing move hidden.
With a bang, Zhao Wuji's sturdy body fell to the ground, stirring up dust all over the sky.
"Wuji!"
Flanders no longer cared about anything else and rushed to Zhao Wuji in an instant.
There were eight wounds on his body, each as big as a baby's fist. They were caused by the dragon beard needles. Although they were not fatal, the pain went deep into his bones.
Tuoba Yan was not feeling well either.
During the nearly one-hour all-out charge, he received four heavy blows from Zhao Wuji, and his bones seemed to be screaming in pain.
If it weren't for the healing power of the horse talisman that repaired his injuries time and time again, he would have collapsed long ago.
At this moment, he was holding his chest, and the light of his first soul ring, "Nine Transformations of Holy Healing", was unusually dim, and it was obvious that his soul power was almost exhausted.
Lingyuan Douluo appeared beside Tuoba Yan and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
"I can't die."
The boy panted and walked towards Zhao Wuji step by step.
Flanders stood up suddenly, stood in front of him, and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Tuoba Yan raised his bloodshot eyes and said in a hoarse but firm voice, "Catch him and bring him to justice."
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