Douluo Continent: Blood Spear Martial Soul, Soul Rings that can unleash divine power?

"What if I defeat you?"

There was a moment of silence on the platform.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, took half a step forward, and reached out to grab Lin Yu's wrist.

Lin Yu glanced back at her, shook his head, and gestured for her to relax.

"interesting."

A rough voice came from the west side of the platform.

The speaker was a burly man with thick hair, giving him a wild appearance. He sat back on a stone chair, arms crossed and legs crossed.

Lion Douluo: "Qianjun, you're going to be looked down upon by a junior."

His voice was booming, and it resonated in my ears.

Before Qianjun could speak, a tall, thin man next to him spoke first.

The person looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with half of his cheek covered in ice crystals, a slight smile always playing on his lips, and a light, airy tone.

Light Feather Douluo: "Qianjun, you're not really scared by this kid, are you?"

He paused, tilted his head and glanced at Qianjun: "That's right, if you, with your old bones, were to strain your back, our Hall of Offerings would lose all face."

Qianjun's face darkened.

"Shut up." He glared at Guangling.

Guangling shrugged and didn't say anything more.

Qingluan Douluo glanced at Qianjun and said in a low voice, "Be careful, don't embarrass the Hall of Offerings."

Qianjun snorted but didn't reply. He turned his head and looked at Lin Yu again.

This kid said he would defeat him in front of the six great elders.

Qianjun had lived for over a hundred years, and this was the first time he had been provoked like this by a six-year-old child.

A competitive spirit surged up.

"Alright." Qianjun stared at Lin Yu, his voice turning deep.

"If you win, I'll give you a 70,000-year-old soul bone."

Lin Yu's eyes lit up.

A soul bone that's seventy thousand years old?

This is a great deal, buy one get one free.

"You said it yourself," Lin Yu smiled.

"No taking it back."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The Lion Douluo's laughter rang out; he clapped the armrest and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Good lad, just my type."

"Qianjun, if you lose, I will never forget this for the rest of my life."

He paused, then waved his hand dismissively: "But don't worry, if you really lose, even if you don't give me the soul bone, I will! I keep my word!"

Qianjun's face darkened even more.

"No need," he squeezed out through gritted teeth.

Qian Daoliu stood at the edge of the platform, and seeing that both sides had finished speaking, he raised his hand.

"Let's begin."

Qianjun summoned his martial spirit.

A staff inlaid with golden dragon patterns appeared. With a flick of his wrist, the dragon staff whistled through the air.

Lin Yu stretched out his hand, and the blood spear condensed in his palm.

The spear was entirely blood red, surrounded by dark red lightning.

Purple, purple, two spirit rings rose from beneath Lin Yu's feet.

Qianjun tightened his grip on the Panlong Staff.

"The first ring in a millennium?"

The Lion Douluo's voice was no longer as casual as before: "This child's first spirit ring is a thousand years old?"

Qian Daoliu stood at the edge of the platform, looking at the martial spirit in Lin Yu's hand with a deep gaze.

The feeling this martial spirit gave him was one of pure dominance, an aura that transcended everything.

"Both the Angel Martial Soul and this one are god-level martial souls, but why do I feel that the Angel Martial Soul is worlds apart from this one?"

Qianjun stared at the two purple circles under Lin Yu's feet, his expression changing repeatedly.

He had intended to say he'd give him three moves, but the moment he saw Lin Yu summon his martial soul, he swallowed his words.

Level 50 versus Level 27, Title Douluo versus Great Soul Master.

Even if I suppress my soul power, my experience is still there. Winning wouldn't be honorable, and if I lose...

OK.

But in order not to lose face, Qianjun still said, "Kid, I'll let you have a chance."

Lin Yu didn't stand on ceremony.

The divine power of the Realm of Immortality and the divine power of the Realm of Vajra circulated within his body, and both soul rings lit up simultaneously.

He pushed off with his feet and launched himself forward.

The blood-red spear tip tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Qianjun's chest.

The heavy staff blocked the attack, and the spear tip struck the dragon-patterned staff.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing exploded like thunder, making people's eardrums hurt.

In an instant, Qianjun felt a tremendous force emanating from the Panlong Staff.

His feet left the ground.

He was sent flying backward, quickly adjusting his posture in mid-air before landing. The coiled dragon staff scraped across the ground with a piercing sound, sending sparks flying.

"This is... a Grand Soul Master?!"

Qianjun steadied himself, looked down at his hands, and found that the area between his thumb and forefinger was numb from the impact.

He looked up at Lin Yu opposite him.

He had lived for so many years and fought countless people, but he had never seen a great soul master with such power.

At the same time, I'm also glad that they didn't let me have three moves, otherwise I would have really messed up.

Qianjun took a deep breath, twisted his foot, and stabilized his lower body.

Fourth Soul Skill: Gravity Domain!

Lin Yu felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire, and the gravity around him increased exponentially.

Seeing this, Qianjun rushed forward.

The first soul skill: Panlong Zhen.

With a single strike, the staff vibrated and emitted a deep, resonant roar.

Lin Yu parried with his spear, the two sides colliding, Lin Yu was knocked back seven or eight steps, the end of the spear plunging into the ground to stabilize his body.

Lin Yu thought to himself, "As expected of a level 96 Title Douluo, his combat experience is far beyond what Ling Yuan can match."

"However, level 50 soul power is not enough to defeat me."

"I could fight Ling Yuan for two hours with the soul power reserves of a Title Douluo. How long can you last at level 50?"

"On Protracted War"

The two exchanged blows in the arena, the sound of spear tips colliding with the shafts of clubs as dense as the sound of blacksmithing.

Lion Douluo stood on the sidelines, watching intently, muttering to himself, "This kid's got some skills."

Although Qianjun suppressed his soul power, his combat experience as a Title Douluo was still there. He looked for opportunities and occasionally struck Lin Yu's most vulnerable spot with his staff.

But Lin Yu was like a piece of chewing gum; every time he was repelled, he acted as if nothing had happened and immediately rushed up to fight back.

The more Qianjun struck, the more alarmed he became.

His soul power was being rapidly depleted; level 50 soul power wouldn't last long. On the other hand, Lin Yu, despite his heavy breathing after fighting for so long, hadn't slowed down at all; in fact, he was getting more and more excited as the fight went on.

Qianjun felt a little bitter.

Five minutes had passed, and Panlong Staff Technique had already lost to him.

Moreover, his soul power was almost depleted; if the fight continued...

But this kid, he got more and more energetic the more they fought, like he was on drugs.

Although he doesn't have any offensive soul skills, every strike he makes is like a soul skill, with incredible power.

Another head-on collision.

As the spear and staff clashed, Qianjun's arm went numb, and he almost dropped the dragon staff.

Right now.

A glint flashed in Lin Yu's eyes, and he finally revealed a flaw.

Fighting to this point has been a test of both physical and mental strength, and Qianjun is also carrying the pressure of the Hall of Offerings, so his skills are inevitably somewhat distorted.

Lin Yu's left arm emitted a surge of dark golden light.

Soul Bone Skill: Earth-Shattering!

The dark golden fist shadow slammed into Qianjun's feet, shattering the stone slab. The shockwave traveled up from the ground, causing Qianjun to stagger and momentarily lose his senses.

Less than a second.

Lin Yu's blood spear was already three inches from his throat.

The spearhead remained there, motionless.