Douluo Dalu: The World Suppressing Douluo

"You're an auxiliary-type soul master?!"

Seeing Lin Ye use his Nine-Spirit Celestial Tang Martial Soul to apply a support skill, Yan's expression turned pale and then dark.

All this time, had he been fighting an auxiliary-type soul master?

It was common knowledge that among soul masters, auxiliary and food-type soul masters were the weakest in combat. They were typically incapable of direct confrontation.

Such soul masters usually joined teams, standing at the back to enhance their allies' abilities or provide support.

Never had there been a duel where someone deliberately sought out an auxiliary or food-type soul master to fight.

Yet here he was—a proud battle soul master of the Soul Ancestor rank—unable to defeat a soul master who turned out to be an auxiliary type!

"What's wrong? Who says auxiliary-type soul masters can't have combat strength? You're a dual-type soul master with both strength and defense attributes. Why can't I develop in both auxiliary and assault directions?" Lin Ye responded calmly to Yan's incredulous question.

"This is completely different! A soul master's path is determined by their martial soul. My martial soul inherently possesses both strength and defensive capabilities, which is why I can excel in both. But your martial soul is auxiliary by nature—how could it possibly have offensive power?" Yan retorted, clearly agitated.

"Why not? You're just ignorant," Lin Ye replied nonchalantly. "If my martial soul didn't possess the ability to enhance my body alongside its auxiliary functions, how else could I have such immense strength?"

He paused briefly before continuing, "Enough talk. I've already finished applying my soul skill. Since we agreed to a proper duel, let's get on with it."

"Damn it! You arrogant bastard!"

Yan's anger flared. Lin Ye's casual attitude, even after Yan had activated his third soul skill, Blazing Flame Body, was nothing short of infuriating.

"Fine! Let's do this!" Yan roared.

"Fourth soul skill: Molten Surge!"

With a loud shout, Yan activated his fourth soul skill. The fourth soul ring around him lit up as he stomped his right foot onto the ground.

A surge of terrifying soul power erupted from the point of impact, spreading outward. In its wake, molten lava surged forth, covering the entire arena and flowing menacingly toward Lin Ye.

This was Yan's fourth soul skill: Molten Surge!

The skill simulated scalding, lava-like energy that inflicted continuous burning damage on enemies. To avoid injury, opponents would have to expend their soul power to protect themselves.

Meanwhile, Yan's speed and soul power recovery rate would significantly increase within the lava field.

As the molten lava spread across the arena, Lin Ye could feel its intense heat and burning effect. To prevent his body and clothes from being scorched, he had no choice but to channel his true qi to shield himself.

This, however, consumed his qi rapidly. With less than a quarter of his qi remaining, Lin Ye estimated he wouldn't last ten minutes in this terrain.

But thanks to the restorative abilities of his Nine-Spirit Celestial Tang Martial Soul, coupled with the powerful recovery capabilities of the Nine Yang Divine Art, Lin Ye remained unbothered by the lava's effects.

"Ha!"

With a fierce roar, Yan charged at Lin Ye. His speed had nearly doubled within the molten field, and his movements sent waves of lava splashing through the air.

The lava, harmless to Yan, became an additional threat to Lin Ye. Yet, Lin Ye's expression remained calm. He raised the Nine-Spirit Celestial Tang above his head, its petals spinning and emitting a holy white light that accelerated his qi recovery.

"Take this!"

Having crossed the molten arena, Yan finally reached Lin Ye. With a roar, he swung his fist, aiming to overwhelm his opponent.

Enhanced by his martial soul and the Blazing Flame Body skill, Yan's punch carried nearly ten thousand jin of force. Coupled with the weight and burning effect of the molten armor on his right arm, this strike was even more powerful than Lin Ye's earlier full-force punch.

But just as Yan's fist came crashing down, Lin Ye met it head-on with his own punch.

This time, the result was entirely different.

When their fists collided, Yan's furious expression froze. The thick molten armor on his arm cracked instantly, shattering into pieces with a loud crash. Before Yan could react, Lin Ye's punch sent him flying.

Yan soared through the air before crashing heavily into the spectator stands.

The arena fell silent.

Moments later, the crowd erupted into chaos.

"Senior Yan… lost?!"

"Just like that? Senior Yan even used his third soul skill!"

"How is this possible? He was sent flying so easily! Is the gap between them really this wide?"

Amid the stunned murmurs, Lin Ye slowly withdrew his fist. The molten lava beneath his feet dissipated as Yan's distance from the arena caused the skill to deactivate.

Lin Ye's overwhelming victory was simple to explain.

Although Yan's punch, enhanced by his third soul skill, was formidable, Lin Ye had already activated his second soul skill: Blood Crown Spirit.

This soul skill, obtained from a 7,000-year-old Bloodthirsty Wolf King, increased his strength, speed, and attack power by 200%.

The enhancement applied directly to his physical attributes. With Lin Ye's base strength already at ten thousand jin, the boost brought it to a staggering thirty thousand jin.

In comparison, Yan's punch, at best, barely exceeded ten thousand jin. He was utterly outmatched.

Against Lin Ye in his current state, only a Soul King-level beast martial soul master with dual amplification skills could stand a chance. Yan was far from that level.

"I've won."

Stepping off the stage, Lin Ye approached Yan, who was struggling to stand while clutching his injured arm.

Lin Ye looked down at him and said calmly, "I won't pursue this matter any further."

He then cast a healing light over Yan.

The healing light repaired Yan's injuries, but his expression turned bitter. After a moment of silence, he muttered, "I've lost. I won't bother Hu Liena anymore."

With that, Yan lowered his head and left the arena in defeat.

Watching Yan's retreating figure, everyone understood one thing: from this day forward, their Holy Son of the Spirit Hall had truly earned his title.

"Long live the Holy Son!"

"Long live the Holy Son!"

A thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd.

Amid the celebrations, Xie Yue watched Lin Ye approach his sister, Hu Liena. He sighed inwardly.

"Yan… Yan… Liena never liked you. Perhaps accepting this now is for the best."

As a friend, Xie Yue felt compelled to follow Yan, leaving the arena quietly to console him.

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