Chapter 604 - Fierce Clash (2/2)
Tang Wulin's response to this was simple. He bit the tip of his tongue. The pain it caused cleared the fog that Ling Wuxie's soul skill had cast over his mind. Just as he regained himself, however, the blade beam was already too close to avoid. On instinct he thrust his claw toward it, tracing the beam's trajectory. His claws shone brilliantly the beam struck, scattering most of the beam's energy. Yet a fraction of the beam made it through his counteroffensive and struck his shoulder with a meaty thwack. The force of the blow flung Tang Wulin spinning backward and hit the ground. He had lost all of his momentum.
Ling Wuxie's face lit up. He knew this was a cheap combo attack, but he hadn't expected it to be so effective. Cry of the Silver Rings was most effective the first time he used it on a target. After that, the target would be wary of it. When the target expected the attack, their mind steeled against it, its efficacy plummeted.
Tang Wulin got to his feet, and the two stared at each other. Tension filled the air between them. They were done probing each other and now knew how powerful their opponent was.
Tang Wulin raised his left arm and rotated it, shrugging the pain from his shoulder. The blade beam had hurt, but still he was uninjured. The defensive power of Golden Dragon Body completely mitigated any lasting damage, especially since his body had been strengthened even further by the Body Sect's training. It would be no exaggeration to call his body a weapon in and of itself now.
Without warning, Ling Wuxie advanced with confident steps. He swung his blade to and fro, unleas.h.i.+ng a storm of blade beams. The beams spread out around Tang Wulin until they formed a giant net, then converged on him with frightening speed. It was impossible to evade.
Compared to the previous attack, these blade beams were far larger and sharper. They were clearly imbued with much more soul power. After their initial clash, Ling Wuxie dared not underestimate Tang Wulin any longer.
Tang Wulin stepped forward, a draconic roar booming from within him as his blood essence flowed in reverse. The roar reverberated throughout the arena, announcing Tang Wulin's tyrannical strength. He thrust both palms toward the sky and unleashed a gigantic phantom golden dragon head at the net of beams. The net collided with the phantom dragon head and rapidly disintegrated. The dragon head, however, showed no signs of weakening. In fact, it seemed to grow even more radiant as it devoured the blade beams. An instant later, the net of blade beams was no more! Golden Dragon Shocks the Heavens tore through it all!
A cold s.h.i.+ver ran down Ling Wuxie's spine, an ill premonition rising within him. His opponent may have only had two soul rings, but their strength was far beyond that! Without hesitation, Ling Wuxie used Cry of the Silver Rings once more, yet another metallic screech piercing the air. This soul skill could both disrupt and surprise opponents. Ling Wuxie watched Tang Wulin closely and nearly smiled when Tang Wulin's face went blank for a moment. Unfortunately for him, Golden Dragon Shocks the Heavens did not weaken at all! It just continued to grow stronger!
Golden Dragon Shocks the Heavens was no soul skill. It was a blood essence skill! The potent power of his reversed blood essence flow and divine bloodline erupted to form that phantom dragon head! Only Tang Wulin could stop it now. As long as he didn't consciously do that, it would continue to rampage, with or without his guidance!
As the phantom golden dragon head reached him, Ling Wuxie's face took on a grave expression. He touched the tip of his blade with his left hand, pushed out its hilt with his other hand, holding the entirety of the weapon as a makes.h.i.+ft s.h.i.+eld. Then his fourth soul ring lit up.
On the viewing platform, the elder nodded in satisfaction when he saw his disciple using his fourth soul skill, Guard Point Stance. The elder was satisfied with his disciples choice. However, it was too early for him to be satisfied.
Boom! The dragon struck. The Nine-ringed Silver Blade hummed violently as it shuddered before the phantom dragon head's might. Guard Point Stance held up against the phantom dragon head, but its second function, a counterattack did not activate. The dragon head continued forth, ramming into Ling Wuxie and sending him flying once more in a spray of blood.
At that moment, everyone watching held the same thoughts within their heads.
Just who the h.e.l.l is that kid with two golden soul rings? What is his martial soul?
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