Chapter 378 Strong Advancement
"Alright, Grand Preceptor, let's continue watching the match!" Xu Tianran put down his cup and said calmly. "Hopefully, the Proud Sword Sect can force Wu Xuan to reveal more of his true strength."
Upon hearing this, Zhongli Wu's gaze toward the Shrek team sharpened even further.
"The first match of the quarterfinals: Shrek Academy vs. Aojian Sect. Both teams enter the waiting area. The first individual elimination match player enters the arena."
On the Shrek team's side, seven people stood up and headed towards the waiting area. Although Wu Xuan planned to play himself in this match, it didn't mean he was so arrogant as to leave his teammates behind.
Upon entering the waiting area, Wu Xuan didn't sit down but leaped directly onto the arena. The expressions of the members of the opposing Proud Sword Sect instantly turned grim.
Although Wu Xuan only appeared once at the end of the round-robin tournament, he made a lasting impression on everyone with just that one appearance. A seven-ring Soul Saint! This is a level of cultivation that 99% of genius Soul Masters could not achieve at this age.
Finally, a young man from the Proud Sword Sect reluctantly stepped onto the competition stage under the team leader's forced order.
The newcomer was dressed in a light blue outfit and appeared to be nearly 1.8 meters tall. He was quite handsome, befitting the appearance of a swordsman.
"Both parties share the same name."
"Shrek, Wu Xuan."
"Lu Hong of the Proud Sword Sect!"
Both sides then retreated to the edge of the field.
"The match begins!" With Zheng Zhan's low shout, Lu Hong suddenly took a step forward. Accompanied by a deep hum, a long, heavy black sword materialized from his palm. Five spirit rings, yellow, purple, and black, encircled the black sword.
The Heavy Steel Sword, Lu Hong's martial spirit.
The first, third, and fourth spirit rings instantly shone brightly around the sunken steel sword. A terrifying aura erupted instantly.
A flash of black light, and a sword beam, accompanied by a piercing whistle, shot out from the sword, slashing towards Wu Xuan.
Shrek Academy's reputation on the continent was simply too great. Moreover, he was about to face the captain of the number one academy. Therefore, he couldn't hesitate for a moment; he had to instantly use his soul skill to restrain his opponent before thinking about anything else.
Faced with Lu Hong's sudden outburst, Wu Xuan's expression remained completely calm throughout.
"Whirlwind~Defense!" Without releasing any spirit rings, Wu Xuan simply raised one hand, and in the next instant, a pale blue shield condensed, easily deflecting the sword light that had already reached him.
"What?" Lu Hong was instantly horrified. He knew there was a gap between him and Wu Xuan, but the gap was so big that he couldn't bear it.
This is his instant-cast soul skill with two layers of enhancement!
"It's over, second soul skill, Light Breeze!" The yellow soul ring lit up, and Wu Xuan appeared directly in front of Lu Hong in an instant with a slight step. At this moment, the figure that had been standing still became distorted and blurry.
Without any hesitation, the hurricane-force punch slammed directly into his chest.
With a heavy groan, Lu Hong's entire body slammed onto the outermost soul-guiding shield, and the heavy steel sword flew out with a clang.
All of this happened too fast. From Lu Hong's all-out attack to the end of the match, it was only a matter of a few breaths.
Everyone saw it. Wu Xuan did only one thing: teleport.
His second soul skill is instant teleportation? How is that possible with a hundred-year soul ring?
In the waiting area, all the participating teams looked at each other, their faces grim.
"The match is over. Aojian Sect, please send out your next participant," Zheng Zhan announced loudly.
The next two members of the Proud Sword Sect to step onto the stage were both mid-level five-ring Soul Kings. Facing the invincible Wu Xuan, they offered no resistance whatsoever, and were defeated one after another by Wu Xuan in a single move.
"Please send out your next member, Aojian Sect!" Zheng Zhan said, his lips twitching slightly. One opponent per minute, this young man is too strong. Does he really want to take on two opponents at once in the quarterfinals?
On the Aojian Sect's side, the next to appear was a very mature young man. He had broad shoulders and a wide back, with particularly long arms. Especially his hands, which were very thick and his fingers were long and sturdy.
"Referee, I will be the last member of the Aojian Sect to appear. If I lose, my Aojian Sect will forfeit the rest of the competition," the man said.
"Are you sure?" Zheng Zhan asked, glancing at the waiting area where the Proud Sword Sect was located. As expected, the remaining team members showed no fighting spirit whatsoever.
"Confirmed!" the young man nodded.
"Okay, both parties have the same first name!"
"Shrek, Wu Xuan!"
"The Sword Sect, Kris Wu."
"Begin!" With a loud shout, Zheng Zhan vanished in a flash.
Kris Wu suddenly took a step forward. He extended his right index and middle fingers, bringing them together and pointing forward.
"Azure Steel Sword!"
A sharp whistle resounded through the sky, and a long, broad, azure greatsword appeared out of thin air, seemingly tearing the air apart, exuding an extremely sharp aura. A halo of light swirled, and sword light burst forth.
"Interesting! Let your Green Steel Sword try my Soul-Shattering Spear!" Wu Xuan smiled faintly, his left hand forming a claw, and silver light instantly radiated from his palm. As he swung his left arm forward, a dazzling spear appeared in his hand.
The two rhomboid crystals, one blue and one purple, at the end of the spear blade made the entire spear look even more magnificent.
Feeling the overwhelming pressure, Wu Yifan felt as if the sword intent he had just gathered had been scattered.
Only now did he truly understand the strength of his opponent, an opponent he could not possibly defeat.
"Make your move, let me see just how strong you are!" Wu Xuan raised his spear, looking at Wu Yifan, who had lost all will to fight.
"Alright, please enlighten me!" Kris Wu immediately became serious after calming down.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Azure Steel Divine Sword."
With a soft "hum," the azure greatsword suddenly doubled in size, transforming into a four-meter-long giant sword. As it soared upwards, a blinding sword light erupted instantly.
This soul skill is very similar in effect to the Sharp Light of his own Soul-Breaking Spear's third soul skill! It's similar to a weapon soul skill that amplifies the martial soul itself, like a beast martial soul. This was Wu Xuan's first thought.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Shedding Shell!"
Wu Yifan's figure vanished from his spot, transforming into an inconspicuous streak of emerald light. It was a vibrant, clear, and fresh green, appearing to float lightly in mid-air, as light as a feather.
"How come the state of this soul skill is so similar to another one of my third soul skills?" Wu Xuan asked in surprise.
Integrating one's true form into a weapon spirit is an extremely rare skill, one in ten thousand. He himself had acquired this skill by absorbing the essence of a 100,000-year-old Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.
Judging from Wu Yifan's fifth and sixth soul skills alone, his strength is truly extraordinary.
He still didn't reveal any spirit rings, but in the next instant, an unparalleled silver flame erupted from the blade of the Soul-Breaking Spear.
"Reign supreme, vanquish evil and slay!"
With a low shout, Wu Xuan slashed down fiercely at the inconspicuous green light with the Soul-Shattering Spear in his hand.
A crescent-shaped white energy blade, three zhang wide, shot out from the tip of the Soul-Shattering Spear.
The enormous, silvery-white crescent blade shot into the sky and disappeared in a flash. The sudden release of its spiritual pressure even made Zheng Zhan, the referee, break out in a cold sweat.
"Zheng—!"
Amidst a clanging sound reminiscent of metal clashing, the silver blade precisely severed the illusory azure light.
The azure light landed. Kris Wu emerged from the azure light, looking disheveled. He was kneeling on one knee, his face deathly pale. The azure steel sword in his hand had transformed into a longsword about three feet long and only two inches wide. Its azure light rippled like water, captivating and gleaming.
However, the wisps of silver light in the radiance were so dazzling that Wu Yifan also sensed this intention and immediately activated his soul power to resist the invasion.
(End of chapter)