Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

"How do we end up walking with them?"

"I don't recognize him, he looks unfamiliar."

"Could he be a relative of some high-ranking official?"

Discussions rose and fell.

But nobody took this child, who looked only six or seven years old, seriously.

Yan leaped onto the arena in two quick steps, his feet creating a slight tremor on the bluestone surface.

He turned around, looked down at Yang Jian, and pointed a finger: "Come on up!"

Yang Jian shrugged and slowly walked onto the arena.

He stood opposite Yan.

The two presented a stark contrast.

A tall and strong man.

A thin and frail person.

The trainees below the stage then realized that it was going to be a battle.

"Yan wants to fight this kid? Isn't that a bit too much?"

"This kid is probably only a dozen or so levels high, while Yan is a level thirty-two Soul Master..."

"Even if it's just a friendly spar, the gap is too big."

Everyone shook their heads, feeling that Yan was bullying a child.

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in the uniform of a Spirit Hall instructor walked over from the stands.

He had a short beard, a calm gaze, and exuded the aura of a Soul King.

"what happened?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the two people on the stage and frowned slightly.

Yan crossed his arms and said casually, "Instructor Wang, we're just having a friendly spar."

"Don't worry, I will suppress my strength to the Soul Master stage."

"Furthermore, I will not use the second or third soul skill."

"Don't bully him."

Instructor Wang pondered for a moment, and finally nodded.

Soul power level is certainly very important.

However, combat experience is fundamental.

"Since this is a friendly exchange, I'll act as the referee and remember to stop when the point is reached."

After glancing at Yang Jian, Instructor Wang made up his mind that if Yan didn't stop later, he would step in to protect him.

After all, a child at level ten or so is no match for Yan, who is at the Soul Venerable level. Even if Yan suppresses his strength, the difference in power is obvious, and he has no chance of winning.

"Let's begin," said Deacon Wang, stepping back to the edge of the arena.

He had barely finished speaking.

Yan exerted force with his feet, and three spirit rings—two yellow and one purple—rose up, his body suddenly rising higher, and a layer of dark red rock patterns appeared on the surface of his skin.

Behind them, the faint phantom of a rock giant engulfed in flames also appeared.

Flame Lord, possess me!

The scorching heat spread outwards, and the temperature on the arena suddenly rose by several degrees.

Yan clenched his fist, feeling the power surging within him, and a proud smile appeared on his lips.

He held up three fingers to Yang Jian: "I'll give you three moves first, so no one will say I'm bullying a kid."

Chapter 22 Defeated in One Move

"Isn't Yan being a bit too arrogant?"

"That's normal. It's just dealing with a kid who's only a dozen or so levels high. Giving him three moves isn't a big deal."

"That's true, the gap is obvious."

"..."

The audience erupted in uproar.

Seeing Yan's arrogant demeanor, a hint of impatience flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

This person is really noisy.

He flipped his right hand, and a three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared in his palm.

The discussions below the arena suddenly stopped for a moment.

All eyes were fixed on the strangely shaped weapon, their eyes filled with doubt.

"What kind of martial spirit is this? I've never seen one before."

"Judging from its appearance, it's quite luxurious, so it shouldn't be bad; it's not an ordinary product."

That being said.

But no one thought this knife could change anything.

Because of the absolute difference in strength.

Even the best martial spirit is not enough.

"hehe."

Yan glanced at the three-pointed double-edged sword and snorted indifferently.

His Flame Lord is a top-tier fire and earth dual-attribute beast spirit, and its defense is almost unbreakable among its peers.

Even if he stood still and let Yang Jian hit him, the other party wouldn't be able to hurt him in the slightest.

"Come on, hit me as much as you want, kid."

Yan patted his chest, his tone flippant, "If you can make me back down, then I'll..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Jian moved.

Of all those present, only Deacon Wang managed to make out the figure clearly.

Yang Jian pushed off with his feet, causing the bluestone slab to crack slightly. His body shot out like an arrow, covering more than ten steps in the blink of an eye, and appeared in front of Yan.

The three-pointed double-edged sword was raised high, its blade drawing a silvery-white arc in the air.

Then he chopped down hard.

Yan's smile froze.

He didn't even realize it.

The strike was too fast; it was too fast for his body to make any dodging motion.

He only had time to see a flash of silver light before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming force slammed into his chest.

"boom--!"

A dull, loud bang.

Yan flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground on the other side of the ring.

"puff--!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the bluestone table in front of him red.

A sharp pain shot through my chest, as if I had been struck head-on by a charging soul beast.

He tried to get up, but found that he couldn't muster any strength and could only lie there panting heavily, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Yang Jian sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, stood still, and remained calm.

He didn't even use his first soul skill.

Moreover, he deliberately held back his strength when he slashed just now.

Otherwise, given the weight of the three-pointed double-edged sword, coupled with the force of his full-force swing, Yan would have suffered far more than just coughing up blood.

"hiss!"

Below the ring, there was a deathly silence, broken only by the sound of breathing.

Everyone was stunned.

The students who had been discussing this just moments before all gaped open, their eyes wide, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.

one move.

Just one move.

Yang Jian then beat Yan, who was in his Martial Soul Possession state, so badly that Yan coughed up blood and flew backward.

Moreover, they didn't even use their soul skills.

"This...this is impossible..."

"I didn't even see his speed clearly just now..."

"He sent Yan flying using only his physical strength?"

"What kind of monster is this child?"

Deacon Wang stood at the edge of the arena, his pupils constricted.

He saw Yang Jian's movements clearly.

And it was precisely because he saw it clearly that he was more shocked than anyone else at the scene.

The speed and power that Yang Jian unleashed just now should not have appeared in a child at level ten or so!