"Crack, crack, crack—"
The extreme cold of the Iceflame Fire poured down, and in an instant, the originally surging crimson magma turned into a sea of icy blue flames.
It was still burning fiercely, but the difference was that this icy blue fire emitted no heat whatsoever. Instead, it radiated a bone-chilling cold.
"What?!"
Seeing his fourth soul skill, Magma Surge, instantly change form and be dyed in an icy blue hue,Yan couldn't help but widen his eyes.
At this moment, Yan could clearly sense that if his Flame Lord martial soul condensed magma that was scorching hot, then the eerie icy blue fire released by Mu Yang's secret technique was the exact opposite—an extreme cold.
Under the burning of this frigid blue flame, his fourth soul skill's magma was rapidly being extinguished.
"Yan, why don't you just surrender already?"
Mu Yang scolded.
"Damn it, so this is how you want to play? Fifth Soul Skill—Flying Sand Blazing Flames!"
Seeing Mu Yang still acting so smug,Yan burned with rage and immediately activated his ten-thousand-year fifth soul skill.
Instantly, a crimson glow burst forth, and with a surge of soul power, countless grains of sand, burning with fiery light, condensed within a ten-meter radius around Yan. From a distance, it looked like an impending firestorm disaster.
In the next moment, the fiery sandstorm roared forth, sweeping toward Mu Yang like an unstoppable natural disaster.
Mu Yang had no doubt that if he were to withstand it with his body alone, the result would be nothing but ashes scattered in the wind—perhaps not even ashes would remain.
"Roar—"
With a mere thought, a dragon's roar erupted. The Iceflame Dragon hovering in mid-air charged downward under the control of his spiritual power, guarding him.
Then, from the dragon's mouth, the extreme cold of the Iceflame Fire gushed forth like a waterfall, descending upon the incoming fiery sandstorm.
It was a clash of blue and red—one frigid, the other scorching, seemingly an ultimate collision of ice and fire. But in reality, it was not as simple as that.
Upon contact, the Iceflame Fire immediately ignited the oncoming Flying Sand Blazing Flames, transforming Yan's fifth soul skill into an icy blue storm.
In the next moment, the fire and earth energies carried by the Flying Sand Blazing Flames were swiftly extinguished by the burning Iceflame Fire.
In the blink of an eye, before the icy blue storm could even reach Mu Yang, the arena had already returned to tranquility. It was as if the grand battle just now had been nothing more than a special effect.
"Well?"
Mu Yang crossed his arms and lifted his chin slightly, looking at the dumbfounded Yan.
"Again! Third Soul Skill—Infernal Fiery—"
Gritting his teeth, unwilling to see Mu Yang so arrogant,Yan activated his third soul ring once more.
"Enough, down you go!"
Before Yan could even unleash his third soul skill, Mu Yang controlled the Iceflame Dragon to once again spew forth its extreme cold flames, engulfing Yan, who was in his Flame Lord martial soul possession form and looked like a molten lava giant.
However, considering the competition's strict rule against crippling opponents—and the fact that this was the headquarters of Spirit Hall, with its Pope looking on—Mu Yang dared not go overboard.
Once the Iceflame Fire burned away the rocky shell formed by Yan second soul skill, Granite Rock, and then corroded his protective soul power, Mu Yang took the initiative to extinguish the flames on Yan's body.
After that, Mu Yang turned his gaze toward the referee.
The role of a referee was not merely to announce the start of a match and declare the winning team afterward.
Due to the competition's strict rules against maiming or killing opponents, stronger contestants often showed mercy to weaker ones.
At such times, the referee's judgment became crucial.
When a referee determined that a contestant's skill could severely injure or even endanger an opponent's life, but the contestant refrained from unleashing the full force of the attack due to competition rules or deliberately missed their target, the referee would declare them the winner.
To prevent the tournament's organizing body from making biased decisions, representatives from the other two organizing factions participated in the judging process to ensure fairness and impartiality.
"Mu Yang wins! Yan, please exit the stage. Spirit Hall Team, send out your sixth contestant!"
The referee was well aware that the loser this time was one of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation. If he could, he would have liked to favor his own side, but there were too many eyes watching. If he blatantly bent the rules, it would only tarnish Spirit Hall's reputation.
They could lose the match, but Spirit Hall could not afford to be accused of corruption.
"Red-haired kid—oh no, bald kid, I'll be waiting for you~"
Mu Yang grinned and teased the retreating Yan.
Hearing this,Yan's face darkened even further.
"Tsk~ Born in the wrong era!"
Ning Fengzhi sighed with emotion.
Instantly, everyone present in the Pope's Palace, including Bibi Dong, turned to look at him.
"Your Holiness, as far as I know, Yan from Spirit Hall Team is just in his early twenties, correct?
Reaching the five-ring Soul King level at this age makes him one of the top prodigies in the continent's soul master world.
But unfortunately, there is always someone more talented. Who would have thought that he'd run into an even greater monster?"
As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi glanced meaningfully at the red-robed bishop holding a tray with three soul bones.
Spirit Hall might be powerful, but Bibi Dong surely never expected that this time, they would not only fail to seize an advantage but also suffer a great loss.
A Food-type Soul King overwhelming an Assault-type Soul King? How amusing!
And the most crucial part—Mu Yang, the one doing the overwhelming, was a student of Blazing Fire Academy from the Heaven Dou Empire, whereas Yan, the one getting overwhelmed, was not only a student of Spirit Academy but also one of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.
Ning Fengzhi could already picture how "delightful" Bibi Dong's mood must be right now.
In fact, he was secretly looking forward to seeing Bibi Dong's reaction when Mu Yang, a Food-type Soul Master, single-handedly swept through all seven members of the Spirit Hall Team.
Hmm… Hopefully, the Sky Water Academy Team would also step up in the afternoon and eliminate Spirit Hall Team entirely, making it so that the tournament hosts wouldn't even have a place in the championship finals!
It wasn't that Ning Fengzhi was being petty—Spirit Hall had been eyeing his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's vast wealth for years. Since they had their sights on his inheritance, he naturally harbored hostility toward them and would love to see them suffer a humiliating defeat.
"Ning Sect Master, the match isn't over yet. It's not wise to draw conclusions too early before the final moment arrives."
Bibi Dong spoke indifferently.
Even though the individual match format had rendered one of Spirit Hall Team's biggest trump cards useless, their team still had more than one ace up their sleeve.
Bibi Dong believed that her prized disciple, Hu Liena, would deliver a satisfactory answer.
Hu Liena: Why are you making things difficult for me, Your Holiness~?
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