Chapter Seventy-Two: The Competition Unfolds

The moment the match began, Li Yan erected a wall of fire in front of him, but it was utterly useless; Justice and Bribery fired their guns simultaneously. The bullets, blazing red-hot from passing through the flames, showed no sign of softening. Li Yan’s soul tool shield deployed automatically but was shattered instantly. The tremendous impact, combined with the hail of bullets, left his chest a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

Stunned, Li Yan stared at Mu Yang, unable to believe what had just happened. Everyone had assumed Mu Yang possessed no means of attack, only that strange soul skill to subdue his opponents. But the competition did not restrict the use of weapons to the Sun Moon Empire alone—everyone could use them.

Mu Yang’s sudden assault had caught even the referee off guard. Gazing at Li Yan’s ruined chest, the Tomorrow Team demanded angrily, “How could you kill him?”

“Ah? He was too weak—couldn’t even withstand a single shot. If he died outright without even being seriously wounded, is that my fault?” Mu Yang replied with an innocent expression.

“I always thought you Tomorrow Team boasted the highest quality soul tool shields, that you could withstand my bullets. Don’t you also have that invincible shield? Why didn’t you use it? If he failed to react in time, who else is to blame?” Mu Yang continued.

Tomorrow Team wanted to argue further, but the Grim Reaper Douluo would not halt the match and announced its continuation.

The next soul master to step up was named Chen An. According to the information provided by Shrek, Chen An was a close-combat soul engineer—specializing in melee, executing lethal strikes with explosive speed. His powerful melee soul tool, combined with his extraordinary swiftness, made him even more formidable than the average agility-type Soul King.

As soon as the match began, Chen An produced a small metal ball and rolled it to the center of the arena. White mist once again shrouded the field.

Wielding his sharp short swords, Chen Fei lunged at Mu Yang. The pair of short swords in his hands had been reforged seven times; with each reforging, the Lightning Swords grew stronger. Due to his unwavering focus, these short swords had become sixth-level soul tools. One sword bore the special effect of lightning, granting it incredible speed; the other carried the power of thunderstorm—should it strike, the thunderstorm would erupt with full force, battering the enemy and creating further opportunities for lightning to strike.

But Mu Yang knew nothing of this, nor did he need to. His rebirth-like regenerative abilities gave him the confidence to face any foe.

It took Chen An less than a third of a second to decelerate from his charge. In the next instant, he attacked Mu Yang like a flash of lightning.

Yet, as Chen An was about to strike Mu Yang, a red soul tool shield enveloped Mu Yang entirely.

A metallic clang rang out—the simplified version of Red Dust Sanctuary deflected Chen Fei’s assault. At the same time, Mu Yang attempted to reprise his earlier attack with Justice and Bribery, but due to the effects of the metal sphere, many of Mu Yang’s abilities were rendered useless.

Blades and the simplified Red Dust Sanctuary shield clashed in rapid succession.

The edge of the arena was drawing ever closer. If this continued, even if Mu Yang’s shield could withstand all his opponent’s attacks, he would inevitably be forced off the platform.

But then, Chen An suddenly changed the direction of his attack, causing Mu Yang to stagger sideways instead of backward.

“Damn it! What is he doing?” The Sun Moon Team’s supervising teacher could not help but rise and curse aloud. Chen An had been on the verge of victory!

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