The Barak kingdom had split into two factions, one good and one evil. It was an intriguing development. If nothing else, the lives of the people in the Barak Kingdom would undoubtedly improve.
With the establishment of the Spirit Hall, swiftly taking control of the Barak Kingdom through the Ao family as an inside force would no longer be so simple.
Due to Luo Fuqi's interference, the tension between the two sides did not escalate into a full-blown conflict, allowing the match to continue. The next contender to step forward was the vice-captain, Ao Bai.
As Ao Bai passed by, Luo Fuqi suddenly spoke "Ao Bai, you better watch yourself from now on. I am the son of the military and political minister of the Barak Kingdom, and it is my duty to protect the people. If I catch you committing any more evil deeds, don't expect me to be lenient."
Ao Bai scoffed, convinced that Luo Fuqi must have lost his mind. In the Barak Kingdom, if Luo Fuqi dared to claim he was second in wickedness, who would dare claim first?
"Ridiculous" Ao Bai muttered, ignoring him as he walked straight toward the fighting arena. He was well aware that he was no match for Jun Tianlin, but given the deep-rooted animosity between the Ao family and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, he could never allow himself to surrender in front of Jun Tianlin. Moreover, Ordo, the brother whose ear Jun Tianlin had severed, was his own flesh and blood.
"sunflower blooms!" Ao Bai declared, spreading his palms theatrically. A radiant golden sunflower emerged, surrounded by four soul rings: one white, one yellow, and two purple.
Jun Tianlin frowned slightly. How could an heir to a prestigious family end up with a ten-year spirit ring?
"First soul skill—Flourishing Bloom!"
Ao Bai's first soul skill was a restrictive ability. The ground sprouted countless sunflowers identical to his martial soul, releasing pollen that caused a slowing effect.
However, Jun Tianlin had consumed immortal grass, rendering the suppression from the sunflower's ability insignificant. He felt his speed decrease by less than one percent. This soul skill was utterly meaningless against him.
"Hmph, you can't move now, can you? Take this! Third soul skill—Solar Eruption!" Ao Bai sneered, his sunflower gathering solar energy before unleashing a dazzling wave of light.
The attack was formidable; as a third soul skill, it was nearly on par with Dai Mubai's second soul skill, White Tiger Fierce Light Wave.
"Hmph!" Jun Tianlin waved his hand, effortlessly deflecting the light wave out of the arena.
In an instant, he flashed in front of Ao Bai. This wasn't teleportation via a soul bone skill but rather pure, raw speed enhanced by the Shushan body technique.
"I'm sorry, Ao Bai. Your first soul skill is entirely ineffective against me, and I don't have the patience to entertain you any longer."
With that, Jun Tianlin struck the back of Ao Bai's neck with a swift chop. Ao Bai staggered forward a few steps before collapsing unconscious.
"What?! It's already over? Ao Bai is a Spirit Master, yet he couldn't even force Jun Tianlin to reveal his martial soul!" Oscar exclaimed in shock
Dai Mubai's expression grew solemn "That Ao Bai's third soul skill was powerful enough to rival my Fiery Light Wave, but Jun Tianlin swatted it away with a mere palm strike. If I were to face him, my fate wouldn't be much better than Ao Bai's."
"This man on the battlefield is far stronger than I imagined" Yu Xiaogang whispered to himself. He now regarded Jun Tianlin as an even greater threat than the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall.
There was only one way to defeat him. Yu Xiaogang's gaze fell on Ning Rongrong. To be honest, he had been reluctant to teach her his most refined techniques. However, without doing so, they would have no chance of victory against Jun Tianlin.
The match continued. With the defeat of both Luo Fuqi and Ao Bai, the Barak team was left with only five remaining Spirit Elders. Against Jun Tianlin, they had no chance. He easily dispatched them one by one.
"The match is over! The Emperor Team has won! Jun Tianlin was overwhelmingly strong, achieving the incredible feat of single-handedly defeating seven opponents!" the referee announced excitedly.
As Jun Tianlin stepped off the stage, Salas leaned back in his chair, watching him with apprehension. Any one of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation could defeat seven opponents on their own against the Barak Academy, but none of them could do it with the effortless composure Jun Tianlin displayed—without even revealing his martial soul.
He had to admit that Jun Tianlin's power surpassed that of anyone in the Golden Generation. Fortunately, the Golden Generation had three spirit king, whereas Jun Tianlin stood alone. From a strategic perspective, the Spirit Hall Academy still held the upper hand.
As for the other Soul King, Gu Ran of the Emperor team, though talented, he was still inferior to the top fighters. His soul power was unstable, suggesting he had taken shortcuts to reach his rank. If he were to face the Golden Generation, he would likely be no match.
The tides of battle were shifting, and all eyes were now on Jun Tianlin—the warrior who defied expectations with his overwhelming strength.