Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1681 How much soul power do you have left?!

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Xue Shiming gracefully moved forward a few feet, his gaze fixed intently on the figure on the vine throne: "Miss Xinyi, your fingers move with unparalleled skill, dominating the battlefield. You are truly remarkable."

"However, I still have a question in my mind. May I ask you?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the residual energy buzz of the arena, carried by his soul power.

On the throne, Xiao Yi still rested her left hand on her chin, her face calm, showing neither the arrogance of a victor nor the impatience of someone urging her on. She simply met Xue Shiming's inquiring gaze without saying a word.

Xue Shiming took a deep breath and asked the crucial question that gripped the hearts of countless people at that moment: "How much soul power do you... still have?!"

These words instantly ignited the entire audience.

Yes!

This almost forgotten situation suddenly exploded in everyone's minds like a thunderclap.

Since the start of the battle, Chen Xinyi has maintained a high intensity for nearly twenty minutes: siege of the vine sea, ancient vine barrier, lightning realm purgatory, summoning and maintaining the Silver Wolf True King, and coordinating and gathering lightning spiritual energy from all over the field to support the attack, etc.

Such a terrifying amount of combined energy expenditure is like a bottomless pit.

In contrast, the seven members of the Heavenly Dou Sect fought together, and their soul power was almost exhausted.

Xue Shiming's question was like a sharp sword, especially for the supporters of Tiandou, whose eyes, which had been dimmed, suddenly burst into sparks of hope.

"I see! As expected of the Sixth Prince! This is true strategic planning! We only saw the intensity of the battle, but he astutely saw the crucial point of fatal attrition!"

"That's right! I must have lost my mind! Her original form was only a level 59 Soul King. Even if she temporarily broke through to Soul Saint with her extraordinary inheritance, how deep could her foundation be? How could she possibly have any strength left after unleashing so many terrifying powerful moves!"

"Exactly! Look at all her skills, which one doesn't require a massive amount of soul power to support it? Even the most talented person can't afford to squander it like that!"

"So, this was the real finishing move, not a combination move."

"That's not necessarily the case. The burst of combo attacks can indeed be decisive, since our individual attacks can't really shake her defensive system."

"Yes, soul power is soul power, and combination skills are combination skills. The two complement each other and are the core of the battle of the peak."

"Who cares about the underlying principles? As long as we win the bet, it's worth it!"

However, some hesitant voices quickly rose from the crowd: "You... don't be too happy yet, look at the one on the throne..."

"what happened?"

"Has her condition changed since the start of the match? Her complexion? Her aura? Or her posture?"

Everyone stared intently, only to see Chen Xinyi still leaning lazily, her expression as indifferent as ever, as if she were detached from the matter.

Her mysterious and noble purple dress was spotless, creating a stark contrast with the mess and charred remains on the arena.

"Change? Her expression, her demeanor, when has it ever changed? She's a...faceless girl!"

A rude voice, tinged with helplessness and an undisguised complex emotion, revealed the vague unease deep within many people's hearts.

Xue Shiming's gaze was fixed on Xiaoyi, not missing even the slightest fluctuation of soul power or change in expression around her.

Beneath that calm and still surface, is there a profound inner strength, or is it a desperate struggle before the soul power is exhausted?

This answer will determine the final outcome of this epic battle. Many people watched with great interest as Chen Xinyi reacted, or… refuted?!

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Dugu Fu slapped his forehead and muttered without any attempt to hide it: "Idiot!"

This abrupt action and comment instantly caused an uncontrollable commotion in the Chen family's viewing area.

Many people couldn't help but smile upwards, revealing a slightly mocking smile; others couldn't help but let out a short "pfft" laugh, or shake their heads and let out a silent, wry smile.

When their gazes fell upon Xue Shiming on the stage, they were clearly filled with pity—their eyes seemed to be looking at a clueless person who had accidentally asked a fatally stupid question.

Zhu Wuneng exclaimed, "This is probably the biggest joke I've ever heard in my life."

Lian Shouzhong was clearly puzzled by this assessment: "What do you mean?"

Zhu Wuneng shrugged: "Sister Xiaoyi has a universally acknowledged title—the strongest turret, the best interpretation of the turret's power. You should have witnessed it with your own eyes just now."

Lian Shouzhong carefully recalled the terrifying scene of lightning spikes and wildly dancing vines that had filled the sky, and nodded: "The strongest turret... that description is indeed... very apt."

"Then," Zhu Wuneng spread his hands, his tone carrying a sense of matter-of-fact question, "can a turret lacking endurance still be called the strongest turret?"

Lian Shouzhong thought for a moment and cautiously raised his doubts: "Uh... but the skills that Captain Xinyi has shown consume an absurd amount of energy."

"Even a true Soul Saint with a deep foundation would have run out of soul power reserves by now after using this technique repeatedly, right? Could it be that her soul power..."

Zhu Wuneng just smiled mysteriously and turned his gaze back to the arena: "You'll see when you keep watching."

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In fact, Xue Shiming's judgment was not wrong.

As he had expected, Xiao Yi's soul power was indeed greatly depleted at this moment.

Even with the ancient vine barrier continuously replenishing her health during the battle, she still had less than 20% of her strength left after facing such a large-scale and intense continuous attack.

but……

The word "fear" is precisely this "but".

While everyone's thoughts were racing, Xiao Yi on the throne did not respond with a word, nor did she even lift her eyelashes.

Only a sliver of sunlight, like scattered gold, pierced through the protective barrier, slanting across her lowered eyelashes and casting an almost divine, pure, and inviolable halo over her serene profile.

Then came the answer that spoke volumes without words—

hum!
The Thunderous Hell Vine, which was over ten meters tall and had been dormant for a short while, suddenly trembled.

The hundreds of dark flower buds that had just closed were now silently opening one by one. The electric arcs in the flower stamens jumped, condensed, and were poised to be unleashed, and the aura of destruction instantly locked onto the entire scene once again.

But the fastest was still the Sword Willow Vine, whose dozens of taut, bluish-gold willow branches shot towards the remaining members of the Heavenly Battle Team like a poisonous dragon emerging from the abyss.

At the same time, the Azure Vine, Vine of Life, and Meteor Vine, which had been moving and covering the battlefield, suddenly exerted their force on the ground and attacked the Sky Fighting Team.

This time was a little different. Accompanied by a dull sound of breaking ground and fine energy fragments, three dull sounds of breaking ground rang out in succession.

On the scorched earth of the arena, three vines, each over twenty meters tall, were uprooted. They were not as tall as the sword willow vines, but they occupied a larger area.

(End of this chapter)