The training ground was filled with smoke and dust.
Lin Ye stood quietly in front of the spot where Zhao Wuji had crashed, gazing at the thick dust in front of him with an indifferent expression.
Since all the necessary amplification soul skills had already been used, Lin Ye had withdrawn the Jiuling Xiantang Martial Soul back into his body.
As the battle between Lin Ye and Zhao Wuji expanded across the training ground, Tang San had already taken Xiao Wu away, and Ning Rongrong had also left with Zhu Zhuqing.
As Lin Ye waited in silence, the overwhelming dust finally began to settle, revealing within it a massive pit nearly three meters long and about one meter deep.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji was almost embedded in the ground after being blasted by Lin Ye's punch.
Struggling with all his might, Zhao Wuji spat out the dirt in his mouth while desperately trying to pull himself out of the ground.
After exerting a great deal of effort to free himself, Zhao Wuji leaped out of the pit and landed on the ground.
Touching his swollen face, Zhao Wuji felt an intense pain spread across it. He spat out a few teeth along with a mouthful of blood.
"Kid, you sure hit hard!"
Looking at Lin Ye again, Zhao Wuji rubbed his badly swollen face, his expression somewhat grim.
Although he knew this kid was abnormal, he had never expected that even after using all his soul skills, he still wasn't this kid's match!
Where the hell did this monster come from?!
"Aren't you the same? You even used your Martial Soul True Body. If you had the advantage, I'd probably be beaten up just as badly, wouldn't I?"
Lin Ye sneered.
"Heh, of course! I, Zhao Wuji, always repay my grudges! You hit my face, so I have to hit you back just the same!"
Zhao Wuji waved his bear paw and grinned fiercely. However, with his swollen face, his smile looked more like a pig grinning, making it appear rather comical.
"Looks like you still don't admit you're wrong. But since you refuse to admit it, I'll just keep beating you until you do!"
Hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Lin Ye shook his head, his expression remaining calm as his eyes turned cold once again.
"Haha! Make me admit I'm wrong? Zhao Wuji has never admitted he was wrong! I've already used my Martial Soul True Body, and your strength isn't much greater than mine. If you think you can beat me until I admit my mistake, you're dreaming!"
Zhao Wuji laughed coldly, a trace of disdain appearing on his face.
Although Lin Ye was strong, his strength was only slightly superior to a fully-powered Strength-type Soul Sage.
But Zhao Wuji was not just a Strength-type Soul Sage—he was also a Defense-type Soul Sage.
If Lin Ye only had his Martial Soul Possession, then sure, he could hurt Zhao Wuji. But in his Martial Soul True Body state, Lin Ye wouldn't be able to do much to him!
From what Zhao Wuji observed, Lin Ye's previous surge in strength and the golden light on his body were effects of his fifth soul skill.
However, typical amplification-type soul skills lasted for thirty minutes—if they only had a single effect.
If a soul skill had multiple effects at once, its duration would often be greatly reduced.
Thus, Zhao Wuji was certain that Lin Ye's soul skill wouldn't last a full thirty minutes!
Meanwhile, unlike Lin Ye's fifth soul skill, Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul True Body could last for the full thirty minutes.
So, Zhao Wuji believed that if this battle dragged on, Lin Ye would be the one to lose in the end.
But would Lin Ye give Zhao Wuji that chance?
The answer was obvious—absolutely not!
"Hmph! Impossible? Then let's see just how stubborn you really are!"
Seeing that Zhao Wuji still refused to admit defeat, Lin Ye sneered.
He was curious to see just how tough Zhao Wuji's bones really were!
Looking at Zhao Wuji, who was already bruised and swollen, Lin Ye flipped his hand and once again summoned the pure white Jiuling Xiantang Martial Soul. This time, Lin Ye activated his third soul skill.
Third Soul Skill: Ghostly Shadow!
As soon as the third soul skill was activated, a black light descended from the sky, enveloping Lin Ye.
Lin Ye's speed instantly doubled!
And with the additional boost from the Blood Spirit Crown's 1x increase and the Vajra Tyrant Body's 2x increase, Lin Ye's speed had now increased fivefold!
Originally, after breaking through to the Soul King realm, Lin Ye's Phoenix Dance Six Illusions had already reached the Four Phantom level.
His speed was already comparable to an Agility-type Soul Sage!
Now, with a fivefold speed boost, Lin Ye could confidently say that only a Title Douluo might be able to match him in speed!
After Zhao Wuji activated his Martial Soul True Body, Lin Ye could still make him scream in pain with a punch, or even beat him black and blue.
However, these were only superficial injuries. Given Zhao Wuji's Defense-type Soul Sage physique, they didn't really matter.
But while one punch couldn't severely injure Zhao Wuji, it could certainly make him feel pain.
If one punch wasn't enough—then he'd use countless punches!
"Zhao Wuji, are you ready for a storm of punches?"
Lin Ye smirked coldly.
"A storm?"
Hearing Lin Ye's words, Zhao Wuji was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding.
But before he could react—Lin Ye vanished!
"Gone?!"
Zhao Wuji's heart trembled as he realized Lin Ye had disappeared.
However, before he could even turn his head to search, an excruciating pain suddenly burst from his face—Lin Ye had already punched him!
"So fast!"
Even though he hadn't seen Lin Ye, the familiar force behind the punch, the sensation of a fist slamming into his face—it was definitely Lin Ye!
But how did this brat become so fast all of a sudden?!
Originally, Zhao Wuji had attached his Fourth Soul Skill: Lock-On Tracking to Lin Ye.
This skill allowed him to sense Lin Ye's exact location within a hundred meters and move toward him at high speed.
Zhao Wuji thought this meant Lin Ye's speed advantage was nullified.
After all, he could sense Lin Ye's movements and move just as quickly.
But he never expected that Lin Ye's speed would suddenly increase by several dozen times!
Even though he could sense Lin Ye's position, he couldn't react in time!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
…
Without even seeing Lin Ye's figure, Zhao Wuji felt an unrelenting storm of punches rain down on him. His entire body was sent flying into the air again, completely unable to land.
Compared to Lin Ye's previous attacks, although Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul True Body could withstand the power of these punches…
The frequency of these attacks was too terrifying!
He couldn't take it!
"Aaaaah!!!"
Under Lin Ye's relentless assault, Zhao Wuji's screams of agony filled the air.
His face was already numb from the endless punches.
His stomach churned violently from the blows.
His back throbbed in unbearable pain.
His head was spinning from being continuously launched into the air.
This was hell.
"No! I was wrong! I was wrong!!!"
Finally, Zhao Wuji broke down.
This kind of torment… was simply unbearable!
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