8: Chapter 8 Yan's Challenge, The Strongest Strike

"Hey! You new kid, dare to come up and have a fight?"

A provocative voice came from behind Ji Xuan.

Ji Xuan withdrew his gaze and turned around.

He saw Yan, with his flashy red hair, walking towards him with his arms crossed over his chest.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue followed behind Yan.

Hu Liena looked at Ji Xuan, who was half a head shorter than her, with great interest.

Beside her, Xie Yue's expression was as calm as ever, though there was an imperceptible trace of surprise deep within his eyes.

His Spirit was Moon Blade, and he could vaguely sense a sharp Aura from Ji Xuan, which was in no way inferior to his own blade momentum.

Ji Xuan frowned inwardly.

What kind of madness is this simp Yan having?

When exactly did he provoke him?

Ever since the morning, he had been hostile towards him.

"Kid, my name is Yan, number two on the leaderboard." Yan said with an arrogant expression, pointing to the leaderboard above, and said loudly,

"If you're scared, then get out of Elite Class One!"

Yan's voice resounded throughout the arena, and the crowd suddenly quieted down; the few people fighting on the stage stopped in tacit agreement.

Everyone's gaze turned to Ji Xuan and Yan.

The students of Elite Class One showed playful expressions.

The students from Class Two and Three, who were unaware, had curiosity and shock in their eyes. They had never seen Ji Xuan before; he didn't look very old, so who would have thought he was a student of Elite Class One?

...

Second-floor viewing platform.

"Instructor Zhang, is that kid Ji Xuan?"

The middle-aged male instructor from Class Two asked curiously.

Beside him stood the female instructor from Class One.

She also cast a curious look at Instructor Zhang.

They were also at the Academic Affairs Office this morning, so they naturally knew about Ji Xuan's information.

"That's right, it's that Prodigy." Instructor Zhang adjusted her glasses and stared at Ji Xuan below, "I just don't know if he dares to accept the challenge. After all, Yan is second on the leaderboard..."

...

"Fine." A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ji Xuan's mouth.

The crowd was in an uproar when they saw that Ji Xuan actually dared to accept the challenge.

"Is that kid Ji Xuan crazy?!"

"A mere Rank 23 Spirit Grandmaster actually dares to accept Yan's challenge?"

"Heh, I really don't know where he gets his courage."

"When he goes up later, I hope he doesn't get knocked off the stage by Yan with a single punch!"

The students from Class Two and Three were shocked and asked the students from Class One beside them, "Brother, are you saying that kid is only Rank 23?"

The Class One student replied: "Yes, and that kid is only eight years old. Regardless of age or Soul Power Rank, he doesn't meet the criteria for Elite Class One. I really don't know how he got in!"

...

"Very good." Yan curled his lips into a cruel smile, jumped onto the stage, and crooked his finger, "Kid, hurry up and get up here!"

Although he couldn't kill him, he could beat this kid until he was bedridden for a few months!

Ji Xuan didn't say much, tapped his toes, and leaped onto the stage lightly.

"Brother, do you think Ji Xuan will be okay?"

A trace of imperceptible worry appeared in Hu Liena's beautiful eyes; the strength gap between Ji Xuan and Yan was too vast.

That brute Yan never knew how to hold back when he attacked.

Many students before had been severely injured by Yan just because they looked at her twice too many, and it took them two months of recovery to return to the Elite Class.

"I don't know." Xie Yue shook his head slightly, staring at Ji Xuan, "However, that kid seems quite confident."

"Since he dares to accept the challenge, perhaps... he has his own reliance."

On the stage.

Yan was the first to report his information:

"Yan, Spirit Flame Lord, Rank 39 Battle Spirit Elder."

As soon as he finished speaking, a three-meter-tall flaming orc, as if crawling out of the magma of Hell, stood behind Yan. Beneath his feet, three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—circled him.

Flame Lord, a top-tier Spirit with dual fire and earth attributes, combining offense and defense.

"Kid, do you see the three spirit rings beneath my feet?"

Yan twisted his neck, his finger joints cracking, staring intently at Ji Xuan,

"It's still not too late to admit defeat now, and then get the Hell out of Elite Class One!"

Ji Xuan didn't pay attention to Yan and reported his information: "Ji Xuan, Spirit Sword of Order, Rank 23 Battle Spirit Grandmaster."

Ji Xuan also didn't understand why Spirit Master fighters always liked to report their information first when fighting.

However, he didn't mind; when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Ji Xuan raised his hand and grasped the air, and the Sword of Order condensed in his hand, and the spirit rings fell beneath his feet one after another.

The first spirit ring... purple!

Immediately after, a second, even deeper purple spirit ring fell!

"This... how is this possible!!"

Yan's arrogant expression vanished instantly, his pupils constricted, his voice trembled slightly, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

The students below had their pupils shake violently, their jaws almost dislocated. After a brief silence,

"Holy crap! The first and second spirit rings are both purple thousand-year spirit rings?!"

"Is that kid even human?!"

"Look carefully, his second spirit ring has an age of at least five thousand years. Isn't that something only a Spirit Ancestor can absorb?!"

"Damn, how did he do that?!"

Hu Liena's red lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes widening, "Brother... his spirit rings, how is this possible!"

"This!" The usually calm Xie Yue was also shocked and lost his color at this moment, his pupils constricting!

...

On the stage.

"Playing tricks!"

Yan barely suppressed the shock in his heart; he was just a Rank 23 Spirit Grandmaster!

He activated his first spirit ring,

"First Spirit Ability, Hell Magma Rush!"

The stage ground suddenly began to tremble, and several scorching magma stone pillars erupted from the place where Ji Xuan was standing.

Ji Xuan did not release a Spirit Ability; the golden runes on the sword body lit up, golden thin lines Binding the sword body, and his figure flashed, the stone pillars piercing his afterimage.

Power of Order, Wind element control, increasing his own speed.

"You're too slow."

A cold voice sounded from behind Yan.

"Extreme of Wind · Meteor Kill!"

Wind elements gathered frantically, the Sword of Order held horizontally in front of him, thrusting forward fiercely, the golden Sword Qi instantly cut through the air, stabbing straight at Yan's chest!

Yan turned around abruptly, his pupils reflecting the golden beam of light.

"Not good!"

"Second Spirit Ability, Granite Rock."

Yan activated his second spirit ring, and his hands were instantly covered in rock armor, blocking his chest.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion sounded; Yan was forced back two steps, and a half-inch deep sword mark was left on the rock on the surface of his hands.

...

"Holy crap, are you kidding me! Yan actually lost the upper hand in the first round!!"

"The plot is wrong! Shouldn't that kid have been insta-killed by Yan in one move?"

The crowd below instantly exploded, discussing noisily.

"That's a self-created Spirit Ability!" Xie Yue said in disbelief.

For the past two years, he had been pondering self-created Spirit Abilities, and only now had he touched the threshold.

And Ji Xuan, an eight-year-old Spirit Grandmaster, had already mastered a self-created Spirit Ability.

Hu Liena, hearing her brother's words, had a ripple in her beautiful eyes, staring fixedly at the figure on the stage, a curve appearing at the corner of her mouth.

This little brother Ji Xuan is really becoming more and more interesting...

...

Yan heard the crowd's discussion below, glanced at Hu Liena below, and found that his beloved Nana had been staring at Ji Xuan the whole time!

Yan was instantly furious, flames ignited in his eyes, and he swung his fists at Ji Xuan.

Yan's attack and defense were very high, but speed was his shortcoming.

Ji Xuan used the Power of Order to control the Wind elements; his figure was extremely fast, and Yan didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

After several rounds, Yan panted heavily and said angrily: "Kid, can you only hide?"

Ji Xuan ignored him; the gap in Soul Power was too large, and it was a top-tier Spirit with integrated offense and defense. Was he stupid enough to go head-to-head?

He wasn't Qian Xunji, the all-rounder Spirit Seraphim, who ended up taking Tang Hao's hammer head-on and was severely injured.

"Third Spirit Ability, Hell Flames!"

Yan activated his third spirit ring, and a sea of flames instantly covered most of the stage.

His third Spirit Ability could restrict the opponent's movement—a range-based damage and control skill.

"Let's see how you hide now!"

Yan rushed straight towards Ji Xuan.

Ji Xuan's current understanding of the Power of Order was not deep; he could only control ordinary flames, and with the field restricted, he indeed couldn't dodge anymore.

However...

"First Spirit Ability, Traceless Wind Shadow!"

"Second Spirit Ability, Thunder Sword Qi!"

Ji Xuan activated his first and second spirit rings; his speed increased by 100%, and his attack power increased by 100%!

"Boom!"

Yan slammed into the ground, and the explosive flames scorched the stage black.

"Where is he?"

The firelight dissipated, but Ji Xuan's figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Divine Sword Controls Thunder!"

Yan heard the sound and looked up, his pupils constricting—this kid could actually hover in mid-air?

Wasn't this an ability only possessed by reaching Titled Douluo?

He didn't have flight capabilities; how could he attack Ji Xuan?

The crowd below was also in an uproar: "Holy crap, he can even fly!"

Just then, everyone's expression changed in shock!

The Soul Fighting Arena was an open-air venue; they saw above the dome that the originally clear sky instantly darkened, with rolling dark clouds and lightning!

"Boom!" A clap of thunder exploded in the sky.

Several fine bolts of lightning gathered on the tip of the sword like a spider web...

"Sword Intent of Wind and Thunder!" Ji Xuan's attack and speed increased again, and he swooped down fiercely, golden lightning Binding the sword body like a Dragon snake!

"Not good!"

"Second Spirit Ability, Granite Rock."

Yan activated his second spirit ring, his whole body covered in rock armor, his hands blocking his chest!

"Slash!" Ji Xuan held the sword in his right hand and slashed down fiercely from the left rear side in front of him!

"Bang!"

The moment the sword edge touched Yan's rock armor, the golden lightning and flames made an explosive sound!

The rock armor on Yan's body actually showed spider-web-like cracks... followed by crumbling inch by inch, turning into a pile of rock fragments.

Seeing this, Ji Xuan's eyes sharpened, and the force on the sword increased by a few points!

"Pfft—"

Yan flew backward directly, like a cooked shrimp, spitting out a mist of blood!

"Bang—"

Yan fell directly off the stage, landing heavily on the ground, with a clear sword wound on his chest, the wound scorched black by electricity!

The thunderclouds above the sky dissipated, and Ji Xuan withdrew his Spirit, his face pale.

After the long battle, his Soul Power was almost exhausted.

The move just now was the strongest attack he could currently unleash.

That brute Yan, under his anger, attacked recklessly, consuming quite a bit of Soul Power and physical strength.

Only then did Ji Xuan throw caution to the wind and launch his strongest strike!