Kapitel 66: Chapter 66: Serving as a Dog Brings No Good End
Silence!
The venue fell into a deathly stillness.
Shock!
Disbelief!
Utter astonishment.
Had Zhou Yi gone mad?
He actually dared to provoke Qian Daoliu, the Grand Consecration of Spirit Hall?
This was a figure akin to an unshakable, towering mountain in the Soul Master world.
Let alone Zhou Yi, who had just become a Titled Douluo.
Even Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a seasoned Titled Douluo, was no match for Qian Daoliu.
Among those present, the only one qualified to challenge Qian Daoliu was Tang Chen, the former patriarch of the Clear Sky Sect.
"I was debating whether or not to help him, but I didn't expect this young man to be so arrogant, actually daring to provoke Qian Daoliu. He's bound to suffer for this!"
Tang Chen shook his head. While Zhou Yi's talent was remarkable, he had clearly grown conceited from his early success.
Such individuals would not go far.
"Sure enough, youthful arrogance knows no bounds once they taste a little success," Emperor Xue Ye silently shook his head.
He didn't care whether Zhou Yi lived or died.
What he cared about was whether Zhou Yi's martial way truly had the potential to allow ordinary people to cultivate and grow stronger.
After today, no matter the cost, he was determined to acquire it for testing.
If it proved real, the rise of the Heaven Dou Empire would be imminent.
"Arrogant!"
Before Qian Daoliu could speak, Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff, Qian Xunji, had already exploded with anger, sneering:
"You're merely a freshly advanced Titled Douluo, and just because you have two hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings, you think you're qualified to challenge my father?"
"You're mistaken."
Zhou Yi shook his head. Just as the crowd was puzzled, his calm voice rang out:
"The Grand Consecration is curious about how martial arts energy compares to Soul Power, so naturally, I'll test my martial prowess against him!"
"In other words, I won't use my martial soul or Soul Rings."
"What?"
"Not using a martial soul or Soul Rings?"
The words were like a thunderclap, leaving everyone utterly stunned and incredulous.
Everyone present, apart from servants and attendants, were Soul Masters.
In Soul Master battles, one relied on their martial soul and the Soul Skills granted by Soul Rings.
Not using martial souls or Soul Skills was like a tiger without claws and teeth. How could one fight like that?
"Your Holiness, I, too, am curious about the power of this martial way. Perhaps I could first experience Martial God Douluo's martial arts to see if he truly qualifies to challenge the Grand Consecration!"
In the dead silence, the booming voice of Huyan Zhen echoed through the hall.
His towering figure stepped forward, radiating an overwhelming sense of oppression like a small mountain.
"It's the Sect Master of the Elephant Armored Sect!"
"The Elephant Armored Sect's inherited martial soul, the Diamond Mammoth, is known for its exceptional defense. With immense strength and impenetrable defense, they're dubbed the strongest defensive sect."
"Huyan Zhen is only at Rank 89, just one step shy of becoming a Titled Douluo. If Martial God Douluo doesn't use his martial soul or Soul Rings, he likely won't be able to defeat Huyan Zhen!"
The crowd whispered among themselves.
Huyan Zhen's allegiance to Spirit Hall was clear as day.
Stepping out at this moment was obviously an attempt to curry favor with the Supreme Pontiff and the Grand Consecration.
After all, this was a rare opportunity.
Under normal circumstances, someone of Huyan Zhen's status wouldn't even get to meet Qian Daoliu.
"Well then, Sect Master Huyan, please proceed."
Qian Xunji smiled faintly and gestured politely.
He was well aware that Zhou Yi had once injured Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan severely with a single punch, without relying on his martial soul or Soul Rings.
According to Bibi Dong, this was a unique Soul Skill Zhou Yi had created himself.
Thus, Qian Xunji knew that Huyan Zhen was no match for Zhou Yi.
However, this provided the perfect opportunity to test Zhou Yi's abilities. He was curious about what was so extraordinary about this so-called martial way.
Hearing about something and witnessing it firsthand were two entirely different experiences.
"Thank you, Your Holiness."
Huyan Zhen cupped his hands respectfully and then approached Zhou Yi. "Martial God Douluo, are you certain you won't use your martial soul or Soul Skills?"
"Certainly."
Zhou Yi gave a slight nod:
"You only have one chance to strike. Make it count."
"Patriarch Huyan, the Martial God Douluo is a Titled Douluo, a pioneer of martial arts. If you don't go all out, it will be nothing short of disrespecting him!"
Qian Xunji cautioned.
He was concerned that Huyan Zhen might underestimate Zhou Yi's strength and hold back, leading to a defeat without gaining any valuable insight.
"Of course. How could I dare to look down on His Eminence, the Martial God?"
Huyan Zhen grinned, then unleashed his martial soul.
A powerful Mammoth martial soul materialized, its eight soul rings glowing brightly. His entire body emitted a fierce, earthy-yellow radiance.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
Huyan Zhen transformed into a berserk diamond-armored mammoth, exuding an overwhelming force that sent countless Soul Masters retreating in shock, their faces filled with dread.
Titled Douluos were a rarity.
Among those present, only a handful held such a prestigious rank.
The majority of the other Soul Masters were far below the level of a Soul Douluo.
At level 89, Soul Douluo Huyan Zhen was already one of the most powerful individuals present, surpassed only by a few Titled Douluos.
"Prepare to die!"
Seeing that Zhou Yi still hadn't activated his martial soul, Huyan Zhen sneered and charged directly at him.
The diamond-armored mammoth was renowned for its unmatched strength and defense.
Since Zhou Yi wasn't using his martial soul or any soul skills, Huyan Zhen was confident that his Martial Soul Avatar would crush him effortlessly.
In his mind, he could already picture Zhou Yi being pulverized into a pile of flesh.
"What a brainless fool."
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin, aware of Zhou Yi's true strength, watched Huyan Zhen being used as a pawn by the Spirit Hall and felt nothing but disdain.
"Oh my heavens! Why hasn't the Martial God Douluo made a move yet?"
"Could it be that he's too scared to act?"
Many Soul Masters unfamiliar with Zhou Yi's terrifying abilities watched anxiously as Huyan Zhen closed in, their hearts pounding in their chests.
Why wasn't Zhou Yi making a move?
Was he seriously planning to face Huyan Zhen's Martial Soul Avatar with just his physical body?
Wasn't this akin to an egg smashing against a rock?
"This young man was able to severely injure Yue Guan with one punch. Huyan Zhen is no match for him, but I'm curious—how will he respond?"
Qian Daoliu kept his gaze locked on Zhou Yi, his heart filled with anticipation.
The next moment, a deafening collision sounded, like planets colliding, and a terrifying shockwave rippled outward from the two at its center.
Crack!
The sound of bones shattering echoed.
Everyone instinctively envisioned Zhou Yi's body crumbling from the impact.
Sure enough, a scream of agony broke the tense silence.
But what followed left everyone utterly stunned.
Huyan Zhen's massive frame was sent hurtling backward. The speed at which he had charged in was matched by the speed of his retreat.
His Martial Soul Avatar was instantly shattered.
His body collapsed like a boneless heap.
Boom!
Huyan Zhen slammed into the ground, creating a deep crater in the stone-paved arena. He lay there like a pile of broken mud, utterly motionless.
Hiss!
The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.
The Soul Masters were petrified, rubbing their eyes repeatedly in disbelief.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What just happened?
All they had seen was Huyan Zhen charging forward, only to be sent flying back in the blink of an eye.
Every head turned toward Zhou Yi in unison.
He stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, his robes billowing gently. From beginning to end, it seemed he hadn't moved an inch.
There wasn't the slightest trace of disorder or the aura of a strike on him.
No one could comprehend what had just happened.
It was incomprehensible.
Terrifying.
Utterly terrifying.
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