The difference was that this was just a casual move by Shi Yu, not even counting as a Soul Skill.
Shi Yu's performance caused a huge sensation, and even the Senior Executives of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda, like Qiangu Dongfeng, found it hard to remain calm.
"Tower Master, your disciple is amazing!" Many people started showering praises after a brief moment of surprise.
Qiangu Dongfeng looked at Leng Yaozhu with a smile on his face; the latter was feeling quite down.
"His strength has far exceeded that of a Soul Grandmaster. Fighting a Soul King or even a Soul Emperor might not be a problem," Leng Yaozhu said after a long silence.
This evaluation did not draw any refutation; any slightly capable Soul Master knew that Shi Yu's strength was far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface.
They might be Soul Grandmasters, but their actual strength wasn't necessarily at the Soul Grandmaster level. Geniuses could often challenge those above them.
"Are you perhaps a sore loser?" Shi Yu asked Le Zhengyu, who was still struggling, with a half-smile.
"I haven't lost yet," Le Zhengyu retorted stubbornly.
"Is that so? Then why don't we ask the Soul Masters around us to help us judge whether you've lost or not?"
"If they all think you've lost, but you still say you haven't, that might bring shame to the reputation of your Angel clan," Shi Yu said lightly.
Everyone around had an expression of watching a show, and some even looked at Le Zhengyu with a hint of mockery.
Losing wasn't scary; being a sore loser was, and it was even more embarrassing.
Le Zhengyu also noticed the expressions of the people around him. His face flushed considerably, and he stopped struggling, looking at Shi Yu coldly and saying, "I'll give you twenty million."
"Now that's more like it," Shi Yu nodded with a smile, releasing Le Zhengyu.
"Actually, asking you to admit defeat yourself was for your own good. If I injured you, how could you fight alongside your friends?"
"For a Soul Master from your Angel clan, coming up with forty million should be possible, right?" Shi Yu looked at Le Zhengyu as if he were an ATM.
No matter what, he had to get forty million out of Le Zhengyu today.
He also had to strive for twenty million from everyone else, and it would be even better if he could get more.
"You're arrogant! Do you think winning against me means you can win against the eight of us?" Le Zhengyu roared.
Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, Ye Xinglan, and the others also looked at Shi Yu with anger in their eyes; this person was truly arrogant to the extreme.
"Get the money ready, let's give it a try," Shi Yu's gaze swept over them, finally resting on Tang Wulin.
"Let's try then," Le Zhengyu spoke first before the others could, eager to regain face.
He was probably no match in a one-on-one fight, but it might be different if they fought together.
"Then let's try," Yuanen Yehui stepped forward, her fighting spirit strong.
"I want to see just how capable you are," Ye Xinglan had already released her Martial Soul.
Xie Xie, Xu Xiaoyan, Xu Lizhi, Tang Wulin, and Gu Yue also released their Martial Souls one after another. The eight of them were ready, preparing to fight Shi Yu.
The surrounding people quickly retreated, leaving them a larger space so they could fight to their heart's content.
Of course, more importantly, they could also watch the fight more enjoyably because of this.
Shi Yu faced Tang Wulin and the others without any fear, his expression calm and smiling, possessing a natural composure.
Tang Wulin and the others had much more varied expressions. Le Zhengyu, Yuanen Yehui, and others had anger on their faces; when had these geniuses ever been so provoked and underestimated?
Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Xu Xiaoyan, who had a history with Shi Yu, carried a hint of revenge, determined to teach the other party a good lesson.
Gu Yue's expression was the most serious, or rather, solemn. Compared to the others, she was more aware of how powerful Shi Yu was.
Based on the state Shi Yu had just shown, even the eight of them might not be able to win against him steadily.
"Begin!" There was originally no Referee, but someone watching couldn't help but shout.
It was precisely because of this shout that the battle between the two sides began.
Yuanen Yehui, with the Titan Giant Ape Martial Soul, Ye Xinglan, with the Star God Sword Martial Soul, and Le Zhengyu, with the Angel Martial Soul, charged out together.
Two were on the ground, one in the air, forming a triangular formation to attack Shi Yu.
Xu Lizhi, with the Steamed Bun Martial Soul, immediately made buns that could enhance their combat power and threw them out.
All three received two buns, quickly ate them, and their aura significantly increased.
On the ground, blue silver grass with a hint of golden light snaked forward like small snakes, attempting to entangle Shi Yu from different directions.
Le Zhengyu was the fastest, arriving first, and was the first to attack Shi Yu with his angel saint sword.
Shi Yu did not use Naruto's Instant Transmission to dodge but met the attack head-on. He raised his right hand, and sharp metal claws appeared between his fingers.
In this world, he could finally use the External Soul Bone Dark Gold Terrorclaw that he hadn't used during the Jue Shi Tang Men Period.
"Clang!" A clear and loud collision sound rang out. The angel saint sword was repelled by the force, and several obvious nicks appeared where it made contact.
Le Zhengyu's momentum collapsed at this moment, and a look of shock appeared on his face. How could his strength be so great?
His biggest question right now was this; Shi Yu's strength was somewhat beyond his expectation.
At the same time, the metal claws were also something they hadn't anticipated. So sharp, they actually created nicks in the angel saint sword condensed from his Angel origin. This sharpness and strength were quite impressive.
Many questions and surprised shocks flashed through his mind; these thoughts emerged in a flash of lightning.
"Le Zhengyu, be careful!" Tang Wulin, Yuanen Yehui, and the others shouted a reminder.
After using his right hand to block Le Zhengyu's attack and send it flying, Shi Yu immediately threw a punch with his left hand. This punch combined blood energy and Space power; its might could not be underestimated.
Le Zhengyu was also startled awake by this strong sense of crisis and wanted to react, but it was difficult to respond; there wasn't enough Time.
"Ah!" Le Zhengyu screamed, his body flying backward, his wings behind him barely flapping.
Shi Yu's punch landed solidly, leaving Le Zhengyu silent after flying out, his condition unknown.
A strong individual stepped forward to catch Le Zhengyu, who might have flown hundreds of meters away, and quickly checked for his breath. If he had died, the problem would be huge.
The people from the Spirit Transfer Pagoda were relatively polite to Soul Masters with the Angel Martial Soul, especially those with the character 'just' (Zheng) in their name after the Angel Martial Soul. This indicated that he was a direct descendant of the Angel Martial Soul lineage and had an extraordinary relationship with the Senior Executive of the Southern Legion. Such a person with a deep background could not be beaten to death.
"He's still alive," the person let out a sigh of relief. Qiangu Dongfeng, who was watching the battle, also breathed a slight sigh of relief, genuinely afraid that Shi Yu would be heavy-handed and beat Le Zhengyu to death.
Although the Spirit Transfer Pagoda was not afraid of the Senior Executive from the Southern Legion, they didn't want to offend them casually. Currently, they were still trying to show goodwill towards the Southern Legion, but unfortunately, their attitude was very wavering, making it difficult to get a clear stance.
"Boom!" Just as Shi Yu had sent Le Zhengyu flying, Yuanen Yehui, with the Titan Giant Ape Martial Soul, unleashed a Soul Skill attack. The explosive punch caused the air in front of Shi Yu to continuously produce sonic booms.
Shi Yu still had the leisure to cast his gaze upon Yuanen Yehui, then took a step back and disappeared from his original spot.
"Bang!" Yuanen Yehui's Soul Skill struck the ground, damaging the concrete surface and creating a large hole.
"Be careful!" Ye Xinglan anxiously warned, quickly moving forward.
Shi Yu appeared behind Yuanen Yehui, his right hand claws ready to stab towards Yuanen Yehui.