Chapter 225 The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire has been found!
A deathly silence lingered for two or three breaths at the edge of the training ground.
Then, a burst of laughter broke the silence.
Poison Undying stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, a wide smile on his face.
He looked at Elder Chen, who was bound and unable to move by dark purple chains on the arena, and shook his head.
"Over level ninety, and this kid has ruined it like this." Poison Undying's voice was loud enough for all the Body Sect disciples around to hear clearly. "Elder Chen, you're going to lose all face today."
Elder Chen looked down at the chains binding him, then looked up at Poison Undying on the sidelines.
His face showed no anger, only helplessness.
"Sect Master, what are you saying?" Elder Chen's voice carried a bitter smile. "Liu Yuan isn't just any ordinary level sixty-something. Do you really think anyone can condense their first soul core at level sixty-two? Anyone can use mental chains to trap a Title Douluo?"
Poison Undying chuckled but did not refute.
Elder Chen withdrew his gaze and looked at Liu Yuan again.
His gaze changed; it was no longer the gentle probing of an elder towards a younger person, but a serious, admiring scrutiny.
"However, since the sect leader has said so, I cannot be bound by you forever." Elder Chen's tone was calm, but Liu Yuan felt a sense of pressure.
Elder Chen's ninth spirit ring lit up.
The red 100,000-year spirit ring shimmered with a dark light, and a powerful surge of spirit energy emanated from Elder Chen's body. This was not the previous tentative release, but the true power of a Title Douluo.
Liu Yuan felt the forbidden zone he had set up tremble violently. The dark purple chains binding Elder Chen began to creak and groan, as if they could not withstand some kind of immense pressure.
Behind Elder Chen, a huge phantom slowly emerged.
Those were a pair of giant hands.
Its entire body is light gold in color, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles; each finger is several meters long.
These two giant hands hovered behind Elder Chen, their five fingers slightly spread, exuding a calm and oppressive aura.
This is Elder Chen's ninth soul skill.
Liu Yuan narrowed his eyes, attempting to use the power of the Destruction Beast Soul Spirit once more.
Seeing through the illusion, a grayish-brown light surged from between his brows, enveloping Elder Chen.
But this time, it didn't work.
The grayish-brown light dissipated as if it had hit a wall when it came into contact with the giant hand phantom behind Elder Chen. Elder Chen's soul power circuit was not severed, and his ninth soul skill continued to operate stably.
Liu Yuan frowned.
The gap is too big.
The reason I was able to interrupt Elder Chen's fifth soul skill was because Elder Chen wasn't taking it seriously, and the strength of the fifth soul skill was far inferior to that of the ninth soul skill.
Now that Elder Chen has used his true power, his ability to see through illusions simply cannot penetrate that thick layer of soul power defense.
Elder Chen made a move.
He simply raised his right hand and gave it a light shake.
The dark purple chains binding him snapped all at once.
There was no violent explosion, no blinding light; it was as if a few thin threads had been snapped, and the chain shattered with a simple grasp.
The forbidden zone was shattered at that moment. The dark purple light faded from the arena, revealing the original bluestone ground.
Liu Yuan felt his fifth soul skill being forcibly deactivated, and a backlash surged back into his body along his soul power circuit. He groaned, took a step back, and steadied himself.
Then, Elder Chen disappeared.
It didn't truly disappear; rather, it moved too fast for Liu Yuan's eyes to keep up.
When he finally located Elder Chen again, the man was already standing right in front of him, less than an arm's length away.
Elder Chen raised his right fist, its surface covered with a dense, pale golden soul power. The punch was delivered without any fancy moves, simply and directly.
The wind from the punch hit him in the face, and Liu Yuan felt his hair being blown backward.
He didn't dodge, nor did he have time to dodge.
The fist stopped in front of him. The tip of the fist was less than three centimeters from the tip of his nose. The wind from the punch hit his face, bringing a stinging pain, but the fist itself did not touch him.
Elder Chen stood in front of him, his fist suspended in mid-air, and smiled.
"Let's end this sparring session here."
Liu Yuan looked at the fist in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.
Elder Chen withdrew his fist, and the giant hand phantom behind him slowly dissipated. He dusted off his hands, took two steps back, and resumed his elder-like demeanor.
At the edge of the training ground, the disciples, as if released from a spell, began to make various noises.
"What was that just now? Elder Chen's ninth soul skill?"
"Those hands must be four or five meters long, right? Is this the true form of a Title Douluo's Martial Soul?"
"Senior Brother Liu Yuan's chains shattered instantly, offering no resistance whatsoever."
"Nonsense, that's a Title Douluo. Elder Chen wasn't serious before, but now that he's serious, Senior Brother Liu Yuan can't stop him at all."
Long Aotian stood on the sidelines, his arms still crossed over his chest, but his fingers unconsciously clenched his sleeves.
His gaze shifted back and forth between Elder Chen and Liu Yuan, his expression complex.
Chen Lu leaned closer and whispered, "Senior Brother, you've seen it too. The gap between a Title Douluo and a Soul Emperor is indeed too great. It's already outrageous that Senior Brother Liu Yuan was able to hold out against Elder Chen for so long."
Long Aotian did not answer.
On the arena, Liu Yuan stood still, his aura completely concealed. He lowered his head, staring at the bluestone slabs beneath his feet, lost in thought.
After a moment, he raised his head, looked at Elder Chen, and gave a wry smile.
"It seems I'm still very weak."
Elder Chen was taken aback when he heard this, then shook his head with a wry smile.
He stepped forward and patted Liu Yuan's shoulder with his right hand, the force neither too light nor too heavy.
"You brat, don't be too greedy." Elder Chen's tone carried a hint of helplessness, but also a touch of sincerity. "You're only level 62. The strength you just displayed is enough that even an 85th-level Soul Douluo might not be able to easily defeat you. Isn't that enough?"
Liu Yuan remained silent.
Elder Chen continued, "You just need to continue your diligent cultivation. I predict that when you reach level 70, you should be able to rival the combat power of a Title Douluo. This is unique in the Douluo Continent."
Poison Undying also stepped onto the stage. His left shoulder was still in bandages, but his steps remained steady. He stood in front of Liu Yuan, looking at him, his tone calm but earnest.
"Elder Chen is right. You shouldn't be too greedy."
Liu Yuan raised his head and looked at Du Busi.
Poison Undying continued, "Although I know that the Holy Spirit Cult incident last time was a big blow to you, some things cannot be rushed. You have already done very well. It is a blessing for the Body Sect to have a disciple like you."
Liu Yuan remained silent for a moment, then cupped his hands in greeting to Du Busi and Elder Chen.
"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Elder Chen, for your guidance."
Poison Undying waved his hand and said nothing more. Elder Chen also smiled, indicating that Liu Yuan didn't need to be so polite.
The disciples standing by the training ground knew that the sparring match was over when they saw this.
Although many people felt they hadn't had enough, they began to disperse in twos and threes.
Some people were still discussing the battle in hushed tones, while others were packing up to go eat.
Chen Lu tugged at Long Aotian's sleeve: "Senior Brother, let's go, it's time for dinner."
Long Aotian responded and was about to turn and leave.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the entrance of the training ground.
A disciple dressed in the sect's uniform rushed in.
His face showed obvious fatigue, and his clothes were covered in dust, indicating that he had come from a very far place.
But his exhaustion couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes; they were bright, and a smile played on his lips.
As soon as he entered the training ground, he began to look around, his gaze sweeping over the dispersing disciples before finally settling on the arena. When he saw Liu Yuan still standing on the arena, a clear look of joy appeared on his face.
"Senior Brother Liu Yuan!"
He shouted and quickened his pace to run over.
The disciples around him were drawn to his presence, and they all stopped and turned to look.
The disciple ran to the edge of the arena, and without even catching his breath, shouted loudly at Liu Yuan on the stage.
"Senior Brother Liu Yuan, we've found the 'Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well' that you asked us to find in Sunset Forest!"
(End of chapter)