Soul Land 2: Body Sect

Chapter 269: Triple Kill, Victory Without a Fight

Long Aotian and Yan Feng had both returned to their original forms, standing in their opponent's previous positions, their backs to each other across the fissured arena. The audience, including Xu Tianran, Jing Hongchen, and other high-ranking officials of the Sun-Moon Empire, all stared wide-eyed, unblinkingly at the arena, waiting for the outcome of this battle.

The fight had completely shocked these soul engineers who relied on soul-guided devices because it was a true display of a soul master's battle. Neither Long Aotian nor Yan Feng had used any soul-guided devices; their strength was purely from their soul master abilities. This fight was an eye-opener for those who saw soul-guided devices as everything, proving that a soul master's inherent power was no less formidable.

Drip, drip... Trickles of fresh red blood dripped continuously from Long Aotian's hands, which were now back to normal but twisted irregularly from the forearm down, clearly suffering from compound fractures. Yet, his expression was unchanged, as if ignoring the pain in his hands, his eyes pondering deeply as he looked into the distance.

Standing opposite him, Yan Feng was momentarily dazed, his gaze vacant before quickly regaining focus. "That move... was very powerful," Yan Feng's voice rasped. "You're not bad either!" Long Aotian replied with a slight smile. "However, it seems you don't have the strength to take my head!" He laughed heartily as he turned around, his eyes showing a mix of admiration and regret while looking at Yan Feng's back. He admired Yan Feng's strength and regretted that such a capable individual was an evil soul master. They could have been good friends if not for that.

"Heh..." Yan Feng chuckled weakly, his head drooping as the sparkle in his eyes faded quickly.

At the same time, a dazzling silver light burst from his forehead, spreading quickly to his abdomen. It was the injury caused by the Kuang Shen Slash. Indeed, in the head-to-head confrontation, Yan Feng was defeated by Long Aotian with a single Kuang Shen Slash, which had bisected him. The Yan Feng they saw was merely clinging to life by a thread, a brief resurgence of energy before his demise.

As his eyes lost their luster, Yan Feng weakly fell to his knees, his body gradually collapsing. During this process, the silver light continued to erode him, causing his body to dissolve gradually into light. Before his body even hit the ground, it had vanished entirely, leaving not even his black robe behind.

Yan Feng of the Spirit Sect, dead! Long Aotian achieved a triple kill, a massacre!

As the soul-guided barrier around the arena dissipated, the referee Zheng Zhan, witnessing the arena now in ruins from the aftermath of the battle between the two Soul Saints, couldn't help but swallow nervously. "Damn, these youngsters..." "Damn, the young people these days!" The fluctuations from Long Aotian and Yan Feng's battle had even made this Titled Douluo feel a chill; facing both Yan Feng and Long Aotian together, he could survive but wasn't sure he could win. After all, he was a soul engineer, not particularly powerful among soul masters.

"Alright, alright," Zheng Zhan cleared his throat, gathering his spirit to project his voice across the arena with the help of his soul power. "In the final one-on-one match of the Soul Master Continent Youth Championship, the Body Sect wins!" "Both parties will rest for half an hour, after which the team battle will begin!"

After his announcement, Amber looked at the now almost empty Spirit Sect area, only her and Zhang Peng left, and was at a loss. Amber: A one against six? Team battle, what team battle!

Zhang Peng also had a ghastly complexion, his soul power fluctuations extremely unstable, on the verge of going berserk. "They're all dead... They're all dead..." Zhang Peng was almost exploding with rage, his eyes stealthily glancing at Zhong Liwu next to Xu Tianran, whose murderous intent was almost tangible. Zhang Peng felt utterly suffocated. Especially at that moment, when Zhong Liwu's murderous eyes turned towards him. The look said everything: "How are you even a team leader, with your team reduced from seven to one? You might as well die too!"

Zhong Liwu, a ninety-eight level Super Douluo, was formidable enough to make even Zhang Peng, just past level ninety-five, feel weak. Let alone Zhong Liwu's deadly evil spirit puppet martial soul, which had killed countless people. Once enraged, his mere presence could frighten a regular person to death. Zhang Peng: Damn, danger!

Zhong Liwu himself was deeply frustrated. During Long Aotian and Yan Feng's final clash, he had thought about jumping into the arena to kill Long Aotian and save Yan Feng, especially since Yan Feng was his disciple and he had some feelings for him after all these years of training.

But as he was about to act, two terrifying auras locked onto him—one from the void above the arena, quickly distracted by another, but the other still focused squarely on him!

 If he made a move, he would undoubtedly receive a thunderous blow from the owner of that aura! The pressure was enough to make even Zhong Liwu break out in a sweat, definitely a clash of two Super Douluos! Zhong Liwu was numbed.

The Super Douluo in the void, drawn away by another, was undoubtedly Long Xiaoyao, whom Zhong Liwu recognized well. But who was the other? Du Busi? With immense trepidation in his heart, Zhong Liwu could only keep his gaze fixed on the Body Sect area, not daring to make a move. Even as a level ninety-eight powerhouse, he wasn't enough in the face of a Super Douluo!

Watching Yan Feng dissolve into nothing, his heart nearly bled. Other Spirit Sect evil soul masters could die; the Spirit Sect never lacked evil soul masters, many of whom gained strength from killing. But Yan Feng was different.

He truly had the potential to reach his level and become a pillar of the Spirit Sect in the future. With great resentment, Zhong Liwu could only vent his anger on Zhang Peng, the unfortunate team leader.

After all, Zhong Liwu hadn't planned to kill Zhang Peng, just to vent his frustration. The void was also restless, with only Du Qianjue and Zhong Liwu sensing the subtle fluctuations there.

"Ha, Long Xiaoyao, you've really regressed, not only coming to the Sun-Moon Empire but also mixing with evil soul masters," Jin Peng confronted Long Xiaoyao in the spatial rift, his face full of scorn.

"How did my Sky Soul Empire produce such a disgrace? It truly disgusts me!" Regularly triggered by Du Busi, Jin Peng had gradually picked up a few moves from him, his attacks full of verve.

Eavesdropping Du Qianjue shook his head; the typical Body Sect style of brawling had been veering off lately, everyone turning into trash-talkers who angered their opponents into hypertension before a fight.

Who exactly started this trend? As Long Xiaoyao was indeed infuriated by Jin Peng, his temples throbbing visibly, "Jin Peng, I didn't expect you to break through the limit as well," he managed to restrain his anger.

But once Jin Peng spoke, it wasn't easy to stop him, his sneer tinged with mockery: "Why shouldn't I break through the limit when a failure like you can? If a spineless wretch like you can break through, it would be a real wonder if I couldn't!" "Shut up! How dare you insult me so!" Long Xiaoyao was fuming.

"Want to fight?" Jin Peng's eyes lit up, his fists clenching with a crisp crackling of bones. Having not fought since his breakthrough, staying cooped up in the Body Sect handling sect affairs, Jin Peng was itching for a fight.

 He continuously provoked Long Xiaoyao with words, partly because he genuinely despised him and partly to goad him into acting. But Long Xiaoyao ultimately calmed down, snorting coldly before vanishing from before Jin Peng. Jin Peng didn't stop Long Xiaoyao from leaving, just scoffed disdainfully: "As expected of a spineless cur, too scared to even fight!" Zhong Liwu was unaware that his revered Uncle Long had been thoroughly humiliated by Jin Peng, and after a brief communication, ultimately decided to concede.

There was no helping it; the Spirit Sect was down to Amber alone. And with the Body Sect now wary of Amber, they would definitely attack her with a barrage of soul-guided devices at the first opportunity. She couldn't beat six people alone, not even if Long Aotian was also severely injured. Amber had no intention of entering the field again.

Perhaps going all out, she could kill a few more, but she certainly wouldn't survive herself. Too many had died already; they couldn't afford more deaths. Amber might be prone to emotional outbursts, becoming a madwoman, but when push came to shove, her talent was even better than Yan Feng's, and Zhong Liwu couldn't bear to send her to her death.

When Zheng Zhan received the message that the Spirit Sect conceded, his face showed an expected expression. As expected, within reason. With only one person left, the Spirit Sect really couldn't continue the fight.

"After confirmation from the Spirit Sect's team leader, the upcoming team battle is conceded by the Spirit Sect!" "I declare, in the final of the Continental Young Soul Master Championship, the Body Sect wins!" The Body Sect takes the championship again!

(End of Chapter)

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