Reborn as the Candle Dragon, I became the strongest academy guardian beast.

On the stage, Lin Fan retracted his right leg, his expression unchanged.

Below the stage, Liu Ruyan lay face up on the cold ground, her clothes disheveled, her snow-white breasts faintly visible.

Her face was no longer as alluring as before; blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, her eyes rolled back, and she had completely lost consciousness.

Audience seats: "..."

Although Liu Ruyan herself said that there was no need to be gentle with her, no one expected that this young man would actually go all out from the start, so much so that Liu Ruyan didn't even have a chance to activate her martial soul.

A role model for us all...

"As expected of Brother Fan, with no woman in his heart, his martial arts skills are naturally divine!" Chu Yunfeng's tone was full of admiration, and he kept this scene firmly in mind.

Xu Liyue nodded, seemingly understanding something.

On the challenger's side, several martial artists who had a good relationship with Liu Ruyan were furious and accused Lin Fan of going too far.

A burly man was the first to jump onto the stage, declaring that he would seek justice for Liu Ruyan.

Ten seconds later, just like Liu Ruyan, he was kicked off the field like a sandbag.

Next, the second, the third, the fourth...

Challengers took to the stage one after another, but most of them were instantly defeated.

Even the few powerful ones could only hold out against Lin Fan for a minute or two.

The murmurs from the audience gradually shifted from skepticism to astonishment.

With Lin Fan achieving a nine-game winning streak, the doubts completely disappeared.

Finally, someone realized something was wrong.

"Have you noticed that this boy has never used his martial soul throughout the entire process?"

"To be able to maintain a winning streak without using a martial soul? That's terrifying!"

"What exactly is his martial spirit?"

"Could it be, like Xu Mang, a power enhancement type that directly affects one's own physical body?"

"..."

"Lin Fan, nine consecutive wins!" As the referee's voice fell, the entire stadium erupted in commotion.

"Monster, this boy is a monster!"

The audience members exclaimed in amazement.

"Nine consecutive wins? Just bullying a bunch of trash, what's the big deal?" Just then, a figure walked slowly from the direction of the VIP room on the third floor toward the arena.

Lu Shaoming stood with his hands in his pockets, walking casually, a disdainful smile on his lips, as if he didn't take Lin Fan seriously at all.

"Young Master Lu? Why did you come down?" the referee asked in surprise.

"Of course I'm here to compete. Stop talking nonsense and get started." Lu Shaoming waved his hand impatiently, his gaze fixed coldly on Lin Fan.

The reason he waited until now to make his move was to let this arrogant brat experience what it's like to fall from the clouds to the bottom of the valley!

The referee dared not say anything more and could only retreat to the edge of the ring, loudly announcing, "The second and final round of the match begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura of a third-level martial artist suddenly erupted from Lu Shaoming.

Although he didn't reveal his martial spirit, the fact that he was able to achieve nine consecutive victories at the Yunlan Martial Arts Academy shows that this kid named Lin Fan possesses a rather powerful martial spirit.

That's why he's even less likely to be his opponent!

Lu Shaoming stared at Lin Fan, a faint red light appearing in his eyes.

The next second, a spear crackling with purple electric arcs appeared in his hand.

This spear is exactly the same as Lin Fan's [Purple Lightning Spear]!

"It is indeed a good martial soul." Feeling the powerful force surging on the Purple Lightning Spear, Lu Shaoming said with a smug expression.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, his figure swept across the arena, and his spear thrust towards Lin Fan in mid-air.

Lin Fan slightly turned to dodge the attack, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as he looked at the Purple Lightning Spear in Lu Shaoming's hand.

"Surprised, aren't you?" Lu Shaoming's lips curled into a smug smile. "My martial soul is called [Eye of Replication], which can perfectly replicate anyone's martial soul."

"Your martial arts level is only at the second tier, seventh level, while mine is at the third tier."

"We have the same martial spirit, but I'm a realm higher than you. Tell me, what do you have to fight me with?"

"I see. No wonder you're so ordinary, yet so confident." Lin Fan smiled faintly.

Lu Shaoming seemed convinced that his nine-game winning streak was entirely due to the power of his martial spirit.

But is that really the case?

Lu Shaoming will probably never understand that his current strength is not due to his martial spirit itself.

Lin Fan raised his hand and made a grasping motion, lightning crackling between his palms as the Purple Lightning Spear slowly condensed.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Seeing that Lin Fan not only did not surrender, but dared to face him directly, Lu Shaoming smiled coldly, and his third-level aura was fully unleashed. The purple lightning spear tore through the air and stabbed at Lin Fan again.

In the center of the arena, two spears clashed violently.

In an instant, lightning exploded and arcs of electricity flew everywhere!

Soon, Lu Shaoming's smile froze on his face.

Contrary to his expectations, he was not able to easily crush Lin Fan.

On the contrary, it was he who found himself at a disadvantage.

Lin Fan's spear was heavier, more stable, and faster than he had imagined.

Each strike seemed to have undergone countless trials and tribulations.

"How is this possible!" Lu Shaoming exclaimed in disbelief.

Under Lin Fan's offensive, he could only be forced to defend time and time again, and was completely at a disadvantage.

Purple arcs of electricity leaped wildly between the two, scorching black marks on the arena floor, and their faces were illuminated by the flickering light of the lightning.

Lu Shaoming's confidence gradually dissipated as the spears clashed.

He watched helplessly as the spear in his hand began to tremble violently under Lin Fan's relentless attacks, and the lightning on the spear grew dimmer and dimmer.

"Bang!"

Just then, Lin Fan raised his spear, drew a crescent arc, and smashed it down with the force of Mount Tai crashing down.

Lu Shaoming braced himself against the spear with both hands, doing his best to block the attack. His tiger's mouth was directly shattered by the impact, and blood seeped out.

Suddenly, Lu Shaoming's eyes widened in shock.

A tiny crack had appeared on the spear in his hand without anyone noticing, and it continued to spread with Lin Fan's attacks!

This is impossible!

With the same martial spirit, why is it that I, with a higher martial arts realm, am being suppressed by the other party!

He had never encountered this situation before!

They gave Lu Shaoming no time to catch his breath.

Lin Fan suddenly flipped his wrist, and the Purple Lightning Spear drew a sharp arc in the air, its movement as swift as a dragon!

This spear struck precisely at the intersection of the numerous cracks in the replica.

"boom!"

The spear in Lu Shaoming's hand shattered with a crack, turning into countless fragments of lightning.

The Purple Lightning Spear, undiminished in power, pierced through Lu Shaoming's chest with a fierce thrust, carrying the force of thunder!

"puff--!"

Lu Shaoming coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Thanks to the death array set up on the arena, he was teleported off the field just before the spear pierced his heart, and fell from the sky.

In mid-air, the scenery before Lu Shaoming's eyes changed rapidly, but his gaze never left the Purple Lightning Spear in Lin Fan's hand.

Only at this moment did he finally understand.

Although he could replicate a martial soul, he could not replicate Lin Fan's honed physique through countless trials and tribulations, nor the muscle memory etched into his body.

What's truly powerful isn't the martial spirit itself, but the person who can unleash its full potential!

"thump."

As Lu Shaoming collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, the referee snapped out of his daze and announced in a trembling voice, "Lu Shaoming is unconscious. The second match, the tenth round of the arena, is won by Lin Fan!"