149: Chapter 150 Soul Attack

Ever since the day he became a Summoner, Shi Yongxin had carried with him an almost obsessive, bone-deep arrogance. His S-Rank Talent gave his martial monks a tremendous boost, allowing him to sail smoothly through challenges, rarely encountering a worthy opponent at his level and frequently achieving victories even against higher-level foes.

Only in the unfathomable depths of epic-level secret realms, when facing true monster overlords, did he occasionally feel a hint of difficulty. This sense of superiority, born of talent and strength, had, over the years, thoroughly seeped into his very marrow.

Even four years ago, when he first stepped onto the national stage of the Summoner Competition and witnessed the top-tier geniuses gathered from all corners of the land, that arrogance of his had never truly wavered.

Yes, there were always people better than him, skies beyond the sky—he acknowledged that. But looking across the entire nation, the Summoners who could firmly outclass him could be counted on one hand! He, Shi Yongxin, was still one of that elite few standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid! The martial monk legion under his command, empowered by his Buddha Seals, was a seamless blend of offense and defense, of strength and flexibility. While he wouldn't claim to be invincible, they were undoubtedly a headache for any opponent.

The brief intermission passed, and the atmosphere in the arena reached its peak. Amidst the host's booming announcement and the deafening roar of the crowd, the final match of this Jiangnan Province Summoner Competition officially commenced!

The rules for the final were the same as the second-round elimination matches: each side would send a team of three summons, with two opportunities each to ban the opponent's summons. The match would end when all summons on one side lost their combat capability.

"Lin Muyang! Lin Muyang! Champion! Champion!"

"Go Lin Muyang! Beat that bald guy!"

"Handsome, look at me! Ahhh!"

"Be careful of his Three-Eyed Martial Monk! That thing shreds defenses too hard!"

"You'd better ban the Three-Eyed Martial Monk! Don't get overconfident!"

The martial arts arena, capable of holding 150,000 people, had transformed into a boiling sea. Over ninety percent of the cheers and roars were unreservedly directed at that black-haired youth. Young, handsome, possessing strength that defied common sense, with summons who were each stunningly beautiful and peerlessly powerful... Lin Muyang possessed almost all the elements to become a national idol, and his massive fan following was only natural.

Even Gu Shuanglin, who had just lost to him and was now seated in the VIP section, couldn't help but send a message of concern via the communication number she had just added: "Lin Muyang, Shi Yongxin's Three-Eyed Martial Monk has the SSS-Rank Talent 'Eye of Spellbreaking,' which deals extremely high true damage and has armor-penetrating effects. Its damage output is terrifying; you must be careful. His 'Nirvana Buddha Seal' provides a brief period of invincibility, which combined with the Three-Eyed Martial Monk's burst damage is very dangerous. My suggestion... it's best to ban it."

Looking at the message, Lin Muyang smiled wryly. With a light tap of his finger, he replied: "If it could cut down your World Tree, how high can his damage output really be?"

Reading the reply, Gu Shuanglin was first stunned, then didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her World Tree had actually become a "unit of measurement" for gauging someone else's damage output? But on second thought, it made a strange sort of sense? Besides this monster before her, who else could so effortlessly and casually cleave a World Tree in two with a single slash?

"Besides you, my World Tree has never actually been killed by anyone else," she replied helplessly, then added: "But even if your damage is high, he has an invincibility skill to counter it. Even if your summons have high defense, he has armor penetration. In short, you still can't afford to be careless."

"Don't worry," Lin Muyang sent back just two simple words before putting away his communicator. It wasn't blind confidence; he had clear considerations and objectives.

Soon, the ban lists submitted by both sides were announced by the organizers:

"Contestant Shi Yongxin has chosen to ban—the Night Elf Assassin 'Seraphina' and the Elf Priest 'Lilia'!"

"Contestant Lin Muyang has chosen—to ban no summons!"

As soon as the results were announced, a clamor mixed with amazement, regret, and confusion erupted from the stands.

"No bans again?!"

"Isn't this way too overconfident? Shi Yongxin banned his two strongest ones!"

"It's over, I feel like he's about to crash and burn... Shi Yongxin's Three-Eyed Martial Monk combined with his invincibility skill is really fierce!"

"Is Lin Muyang getting a bit too arrogant?"

Many spectators who supported Lin Muyang felt a knot of anxiety in their hearts. Shi Yongxin's strength was evident to all; he was an experienced, established powerhouse. After banning two of the opponent's aces, not imposing any restrictions on his own side undoubtedly increased the risk tremendously.

"Hah, arrogance!" Hearing the result, the sneer on Shi Yongxin's face deepened. He rubbed his gleaming bald head, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, sweeping over the girls beside Lin Muyang before finally settling on the pale, short-haired girl with a lazy smile. A ruthless thought hardened in his heart: "Since you're looking for death, don't blame me for being merciless today and crushing this flower!"

He still had one last trump card, never before revealed in public. It was a tactic he could only achieve after paying a tremendous price, stacking the Cooldown Reduction attribute on his equipment and gems to a terrifying degree—releasing seven different powerful Buddha Seals in an extremely short time!

This would allow his martial monks to receive terrifying multipliers, even tenfold or more, in attack, defense, speed, and even special resistance for a short period! Combined with the invincibility effect of the "Nirvana Buddha Seal," he was confident that before the opponent could even react, he could strike with the force of a thunderbolt, taking out or severely injuring one or even two of Lin Muyang's summons! The ultimate combination of speed and power was the law of victory he believed in!

Immediately after, the summons from both sides began to take the stage.

On Shi Yongxin's side, three main martial monks stepped onto the arena with steady, explosive strides. Their builds varied, but they all exuded a fierce and formidable Aura, with faint golden Buddhist power swirling around them.

Three-Eyed Martial Monk: Standing at the forefront, nearly two meters tall, his muscles bulged like cast steel, and complex dark gold scriptures were etched onto his bronze skin. His face was resolute, his eyes bright and piercing. Most peculiar was the vertical, faint golden mark on his forehead, resembling a closed eye. When he channeled his power, the mark would glow faintly, as if a third eye was about to open.

He was bare-chested, wearing loose gray martial monk pants below, with heavy steel guards on his wrists and ankles. He held no weapon, but his fists were larger than bowls, with prominent knuckles gleaming with a metallic cold light. His SSS-Rank Talent "Eye of Spellbreaking" possessed terrifying lethality that ignored a large amount of defense and struck at the essence.

Sanctum Martial Monk: Positioned slightly to the rear, his build was somewhat leaner than the Three-Eyed Martial Monk's, but his posture was straight as a pine tree. He wore a spotless moon-white martial monk robe, over which was a simple breastplate edged in gold. In his hands, he held a demon-subduing staff made of neither metal nor wood, its tip inlaid with a pure blue gemstone.

His expression was serene, his eyes clear, and he radiated a soft, calming Buddhist light around him. His SS-Rank Talent "Sanctuary of Holy Light" excelled in defense, healing, dispelling negative status effects, and providing powerful Auras.

Bull Demon Martial Monk: Standing on the other side, he was the most burly of the three monks, standing over 2.2 meters tall. His body was a mass of knotted muscles, brimming with explosive power. His skin was dark, his features rough, and he actually had a pair of curved black bull horns on his head, with a golden nose ring through his nose.

He wore only a sleeveless leather jerkin on his upper body, revealing rock-like arms, and black leggings below. In his hands, he held a heavy, polished bronze staff as thick as a bowl and a full three meters long. His SS-Rank Talent "Brute Bull Strength" granted not only astonishing power but also powerful area-of-effect crowd control and "Silence" type skills, making him a disruptor on the battlefield.

As soon as the three monks appeared, their battle intent—steady as a mountain, blazing like fire—intertwined, forming an invisible pressure that made spectators near the arena feel their breath catch. This was the Aura of true masters, tempered through countless battles.

And on Lin Muyang's side...

Under the wide-eyed stares of the entire audience, only one slender, pale, petite figure drifted leisurely, as if taking a stroll, from the contestant area and landed lightly on the opposite end of the arena.

Gui Wanwan.

She still wore that slightly oversized black dress, barefoot, her small feet hovering a few inches off the ground. Her pale cheeks wore her usual, ethereal smile tinged with a hint of amusement. Her grayish-white eyes swept lazily over the three imposing martial monks opposite her. She didn't even bring out her signature, awe-inspiring giant scythe.

The entire arena erupted in an uproar!

"Only sending one??"

"He used two against Gu Shuanglin, but only one against Shi Yongxin??"

"This... what kind of strategy is this? Looking down on him?"

"Just what can that short-haired girl do?"

Chapter 150: Soul Attack

Ever since the day he became a Summoner, Shi Yongxin had carried with him an almost obsessive, bone-deep arrogance. His S-Rank Talent gave his martial monks a tremendous boost, allowing him to sail smoothly through challenges, rarely encountering a worthy opponent at his level and frequently achieving victories even against higher-level foes.

Only in the unfathomable depths of epic-level secret realms, when facing true monster overlords, did he occasionally feel a hint of difficulty. This sense of superiority, born of talent and strength, had, over the years, thoroughly seeped into his very marrow.

Even four years ago, when he first stepped onto the national stage of the Summoner Competition and witnessed the top-tier geniuses gathered from all corners of the land, that arrogance of his had never truly wavered.

Yes, there were always people better than him, skies beyond the sky—he acknowledged that. But looking across the entire nation, the Summoners who could firmly outclass him could be counted on one hand! He, Shi Yongxin, was still one of that elite few standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid! The martial monk legion under his command, empowered by his Buddha Seals, was a seamless blend of offense and defense, of strength and flexibility. While he wouldn't claim to be invincible, they were undoubtedly a headache for any opponent.

The brief intermission passed, and the atmosphere in the arena reached its peak. Amidst the host's booming announcement and the deafening roar of the crowd, the final match of this Jiangnan Province Summoner Competition officially commenced!

The rules for the final were the same as the second-round elimination matches: each side would send a team of three summons, with two opportunities each to ban the opponent's summons. The match would end when all summons on one side lost their combat capability.

"Lin Muyang! Lin Muyang! Champion! Champion!"

"Go Lin Muyang! Beat that bald guy!"

"Handsome, look at me! Ahhh!"

"Be careful of his Three-Eyed Martial Monk! That thing shreds defenses too hard!"

"You'd better ban the Three-Eyed Martial Monk! Don't get overconfident!"

The martial arts arena, capable of holding 150,000 people, had transformed into a boiling sea. Over ninety percent of the cheers and roars were unreservedly directed at that black-haired youth. Young, handsome, possessing strength that defied common sense, with summons who were each stunningly beautiful and peerlessly powerful... Lin Muyang possessed almost all the elements to become a national idol, and his massive fan following was only natural.

Even Gu Shuanglin, who had just lost to him and was now seated in the VIP section, couldn't help but send a message of concern via the communication number she had just added: "Lin Muyang, Shi Yongxin's Three-Eyed Martial Monk has the SSS-Rank Talent 'Eye of Spellbreaking,' which deals extremely high true damage and has armor-penetrating effects. Its damage output is terrifying; you must be careful. His 'Nirvana Buddha Seal' provides a brief period of invincibility, which combined with the Three-Eyed Martial Monk's burst damage is very dangerous. My suggestion... it's best to ban it."

Looking at the message, Lin Muyang smiled wryly. With a light tap of his finger, he replied: "If it could cut down your World Tree, how high can his damage output really be?"

Reading the reply, Gu Shuanglin was first stunned, then didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her World Tree had actually become a "unit of measurement" for gauging someone else's damage output? But on second thought, it made a strange sort of sense? Besides this monster before her, who else could so effortlessly and casually cleave a World Tree in two with a single slash?

"Besides you, my World Tree has never actually been killed by anyone else," she replied helplessly, then added: "But even if your damage is high, he has an invincibility skill to counter it. Even if your summons have high defense, he has armor penetration. In short, you still can't afford to be careless."

"Don't worry," Lin Muyang sent back just two simple words before putting away his communicator. It wasn't blind confidence; he had clear considerations and objectives.

Soon, the ban lists submitted by both sides were announced by the organizers:

"Contestant Shi Yongxin has chosen to ban—the Night Elf Assassin 'Seraphina' and the Elf Priest 'Lilia'!"

"Contestant Lin Muyang has chosen—to ban no summons!"

As soon as the results were announced, a clamor mixed with amazement, regret, and confusion erupted from the stands.

"No bans again?!"

"Isn't this way too overconfident? Shi Yongxin banned his two strongest ones!"

"It's over, I feel like he's about to crash and burn... Shi Yongxin's Three-Eyed Martial Monk combined with his invincibility skill is really fierce!"

"Is Lin Muyang getting a bit too arrogant?"

Many spectators who supported Lin Muyang felt a knot of anxiety in their hearts. Shi Yongxin's strength was evident to all; he was an experienced, established powerhouse. After banning two of the opponent's aces, not imposing any restrictions on his own side undoubtedly increased the risk tremendously.

"Hah, arrogance!" Hearing the result, the sneer on Shi Yongxin's face deepened. He rubbed his gleaming bald head, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, sweeping over the girls beside Lin Muyang before finally settling on the pale, short-haired girl with a lazy smile. A ruthless thought hardened in his heart: "Since you're looking for death, don't blame me for being merciless today and crushing this flower!"

He still had one last trump card, never before revealed in public. It was a tactic he could only achieve after paying a tremendous price, stacking the Cooldown Reduction attribute on his equipment and gems to a terrifying degree—releasing seven different powerful Buddha Seals in an extremely short time!

This would allow his martial monks to receive terrifying multipliers, even tenfold or more, in attack, defense, speed, and even special resistance for a short period! Combined with the invincibility effect of the "Nirvana Buddha Seal," he was confident that before the opponent could even react, he could strike with the force of a thunderbolt, taking out or severely injuring one or even two of Lin Muyang's summons! The ultimate combination of speed and power was the law of victory he believed in!

Immediately after, the summons from both sides began to take the stage.

On Shi Yongxin's side, three main martial monks stepped onto the arena with steady, explosive strides. Their builds varied, but they all exuded a fierce and formidable Aura, with faint golden Buddhist power swirling around them.

Three-Eyed Martial Monk: Standing at the forefront, nearly two meters tall, his muscles bulged like cast steel, and complex dark gold scriptures were etched onto his bronze skin. His face was resolute, his eyes bright and piercing. Most peculiar was the vertical, faint golden mark on his forehead, resembling a closed eye. When he channeled his power, the mark would glow faintly, as if a third eye was about to open.

He was bare-chested, wearing loose gray martial monk pants below, with heavy steel guards on his wrists and ankles. He held no weapon, but his fists were larger than bowls, with prominent knuckles gleaming with a metallic cold light. His SSS-Rank Talent "Eye of Spellbreaking" possessed terrifying lethality that ignored a large amount of defense and struck at the essence.

Sanctum Martial Monk: Positioned slightly to the rear, his build was somewhat leaner than the Three-Eyed Martial Monk's, but his posture was straight as a pine tree. He wore a spotless moon-white martial monk robe, over which was a simple breastplate edged in gold. In his hands, he held a demon-subduing staff made of neither metal nor wood, its tip inlaid with a pure blue gemstone.

His expression was serene, his eyes clear, and he radiated a soft, calming Buddhist light around him. His SS-Rank Talent "Sanctuary of Holy Light" excelled in defense, healing, dispelling negative status effects, and providing powerful Auras.

Bull Demon Martial Monk: Standing on the other side, he was the most burly of the three monks, standing over 2.2 meters tall. His body was a mass of knotted muscles, brimming with explosive power. His skin was dark, his features rough, and he actually had a pair of curved black bull horns on his head, with a golden nose ring through his nose.

He wore only a sleeveless leather jerkin on his upper body, revealing rock-like arms, and black leggings below. In his hands, he held a heavy, polished bronze staff as thick as a bowl and a full three meters long. His SS-Rank Talent "Brute Bull Strength" granted not only astonishing power but also powerful area-of-effect crowd control and "Silence" type skills, making him a disruptor on the battlefield.

As soon as the three monks appeared, their battle intent—steady as a mountain, blazing like fire—intertwined, forming an invisible pressure that made spectators near the arena feel their breath catch. This was the Aura of true masters, tempered through countless battles.

And on Lin Muyang's side...

Under the wide-eyed stares of the entire audience, only one slender, pale, petite figure drifted leisurely, as if taking a stroll, from the contestant area and landed lightly on the opposite end of the arena.

Gui Wanwan.

She still wore that slightly oversized black dress, barefoot, her small feet hovering a few inches off the ground. Her pale cheeks wore her usual, ethereal smile tinged with a hint of amusement. Her grayish-white eyes swept lazily over the three imposing martial monks opposite her. She didn't even bring out her signature, awe-inspiring giant scythe.

The entire arena erupted in an uproar!

"Only sending one??"

"He used two against Gu Shuanglin, but only one against Shi Yongxin??"

"This... what kind of strategy is this? Looking down on him?"

"Just what can that short-haired girl do?"

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"I admit she looks special, but those are Shi Yongxin's three ace Martial Monks!"

Confusion, skepticism, curiosity, worry... various emotions permeated the stands. Even Shi Yongxin himself frowned deeply, feeling an unprecedented sense of being slighted, and a surge of anger flared up in his heart.

"Contestant Lin Muyang, please confirm, for this match, are you only dispatching one summon, 'Gui Wanwan'?" Even the referee couldn't help but ask for confirmation; after all, this was the final match that would decide the champion.

"Confirmed." Lin Muyang's voice was calm and ripple-free, carrying throughout the arena via the amplification equipment.

Having received a definitive answer, the referee said no more. Shi Yongxin snorted heavily through his nose, cold light flashing in his eyes: "Since you are seeking your own death, don't blame me for being ruthless! Once I tear your little female ghost to shreds, let's see if you can still be this calm!"

Soon, under the focus of countless gazes, the referee's arm swung down heavily:

"Match—start!"

The signal to start was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg!

Shi Yongxin's eyes sharpened, his mental energy surging forth as he communicated with the soul links of the three Martial Monks. He did not hesitate in the slightest; he went all out from the very first move, intending to end the battle as quickly as possible and give that arrogant kid a harsh slap in the face!

"Vajra Seal! Strength amplification!"

"Divine Movement Seal! Speed amplification!"

"Immovable Seal! Defense amplification!"

Three basic Buddhist amplification seals were instantly cast upon the three Martial Monks, causing their momentum to surge once again!

"Go!"

Accompanied by a low roar from Shi Yongxin, the three Martial Monks on the arena moved!

Sharp light erupted from the Three-Eyed Martial Monk's eyes, and the pale golden marking on his forehead suddenly opened a slit, shooting out a daunting golden light! He let out a low shout and stomped hard, causing the specially made arena floor to crack like a spiderweb. He launched himself like a cannonball, carrying an unstoppable momentum as he charged straight at Gui Wanwan! He pulled his right fist back, muscles bulging, and pale golden Buddhist power condensed and compressed at his fist tip, causing the air to emit an unbearable shriek. If this punch were to land, it could probably collapse a small hill!

At the same time, the Ox Demon Martial Monk let out a dull, thunderous roar and slammed his copper staff heavily into the ground! Boom! An earthy-yellow shockwave spread out in a fan shape from him as the center. Wherever it passed, the ground cracked, and a powerful binding force field permeated the area. This was his control skill, "Earth-Shattering Tremor," intended to restrict the opponent's movement and create an excellent opportunity for the Three-Eyed Martial Monk's assault!

The Temple Martial Monk stood steadily in place, holding his Demon-Subduing Staff high. The sapphire at its tip shone brightly, and a soft, translucent, pale blue light shield enveloped the three Martial Monks. This was "Holy Light Barrier," which could effectively resist energy attacks and negative status effects. At the same time, he muttered incantations, preparing even more powerful auxiliary or healing Buddhist seals.

The three coordinated perfectly, clearly experienced in battle. Assault, control, and support—all executed in one go, sealing off all of Gui Wanwan's evasion space, intending to kill her in one blow!

Facing this thunderous, near-perfect combined attack, the smile on Gui Wanwan's pale face seemed to deepen, carrying a sense of indifference like one looking down upon ants.

She didn't even make any evasive or defensive movements. Just as the golden fist containing terrifying power was about to strike her body, and the earthy-yellow shockwave spread to her feet, she gently raised her slender right hand, opened her five fingers slightly toward the void in front of her, and then... gently clenched them.

There was no earth-shattering energy explosion, no dazzling skill brilliance.

Only a low, eerie buzzing that seemed to resonate directly in the depths of the soul.

The next moment, three gray-white talisman patterns, as thin as hair and nearly completely transparent—perceptible only to those with extremely keen mental power—appeared out of thin air above the three Martial Monks. The patterns were twisted and complex, as if containing the most ancient rules of death and decay, carrying a chill that made all things fall silent.

【Yama Death Curse】!

This was the seventh skill Gui Wanwan unlocked after collecting enough powerful boss souls. Its effect was simple yet terrifying—it released a curse attack that acted directly on the soul origin of all enemies within the designated range! The damage ignored conventional physical and magic defenses, relating only to both parties' spirit attributes, soul strength, and Gui Wanwan's own "Yama" authority.

The gray-white talismans fell quietly, merging silently into the bodies of the three Martial Monks like snowflakes.

Boom—!!!

It was not a physical explosion.

The three Martial Monks' violent forward-charging figures were struck hard as if by an invisible giant hammer, all of them halting abruptly in unison! The Three-Eyed Martial Monk's golden fist radiance, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, suddenly dissipated when it was only half a foot from Gui Wanwan's face! The earthy-yellow shockwave released by the Ox Demon Martial Monk stopped abruptly! The incantations chanted by the Temple Martial Monk were instantly interrupted, and the light of the Demon-Subduing Staff in his hand dimmed!

Their eyes became hollow, blank, and unfocused all at the same time. It was as if an invisible mist had obscured their intelligence; their originally sharp, knife-like fighting spirit and killing intent vanished without a trace, like a candle flame blown out by a cold wind. They stood blankly in place, movements rigid, expressions dull, unable to maintain even the most basic combat stance, like three exquisite clay figurines that had suddenly lost their souls.

"???"

At the edge of the arena, Shi Yongxin's smile froze on his face, his pupils suddenly contracting to the size of pinpricks. What happened? He desperately tried to perceive his three Martial Monks through the soul links—their life Aura was stable, they were uninjured, their internal energy was full, and there were no signs of common negative status effects like poisoning, curses, or paralysis... But why did they suddenly stop? And why was their state so eerie?

He tried to give orders, issuing commands to attack, defend, and move... However, the feedback from the soul links was sluggish, chaotic, and even carried an indescribable "sense of blockage." It was like trying to control his own fingers, only to find that their reaction was ten times slower and they simply wouldn't listen to him!

"Attack! Move for me! Three-Eyed, use the Eye of Law-Breaking! Ox Demon, use Ground-Shattering Strike! Temple, use Purification!" Shi Yongxin roared in his heart, blue veins bulging on his forehead. However, the three Martial Monks on the arena only trembled slightly, their eyes remaining hollow, reacting extremely weakly to their master's commands. The golden eye on the Three-Eyed Martial Monk's forehead flickered with difficulty before completely dimming; the Ox Demon Martial Monk tried to lift his copper staff, but his arm trembled violently; the Demon-Subduing Staff in the Temple Martial Monk's hand even fell to the ground with a "clatter."

On the current Blue Star, such a lethal skill targeting the soul had never appeared before, so of course, Shi Yongxin did not know what his Martial Monks had encountered!

On the arena, Gui Wanwan slowly lowered her hand, her gray-white eyes calmly sweeping over the three puppet-like Martial Monks, then glancing at Shi Yongxin, who was pale-faced and filled with shock and anger at the edge of the arena. The ethereal and playful smile at the corner of her mouth seemed to mock the world's ignorance and futility.

She couldn't even be bothered to deliver a final blow. Because in her eyes, this battle had already ended the moment 【Yama Death Curse】 took effect.

Shi Yongxin's pride and joy, the Martial Monk legion, had had its core combat strength crippled by her in an understated manner.

The reason Lin Muyang did not prohibit Shi Yongxin's summons, and even only sent Gui Wanwan onto the stage, was that his goal was very clear from the beginning. Relying on his strength, this Shi Yongxin had formed cliques in Tianhai City, acted domineeringly, was closely associated with Loushi Group, had frequent conflicts with Gu Group over resource competition, and had done many unscrupulous things.

Lin Muyang was no messenger of justice, but since the other party stood on the opposite side and had become his opponent in the final at this moment, taking this opportunity to deal him a heavy, irreparable blow was both reasonable and would save him from potential future trouble.

Killing a summon was only a temporary loss for a Summoner. But suffering a severe soul injury, especially a soul injury involving origin rules like Gui Wanwan's, was almost equivalent to permanently crippling the vast majority of these summons' combat power and potential. For a Summoner who relied on summons as their core, this was undoubtedly pulling the firewood from under the cauldron; their combat power would decrease by over ninety percent! After today, Shi Yongxin's reputation as a "Genius Summoner" would likely be greatly diminished.