Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul

"Chi Fei, you’ve lost. Give me the Iceflame Fruits! You should have at least three left after a year’s time."

Zhong Liyue looked at Chi Fei, who was stepping down from the arena, and spoke.

Chi Fei’s expression was grim. He was unwilling at heart, but a loss was a loss.

Moreover, in front of so many disciples of the Great Qian Martial Institute, having agreed to the bet, it was impossible for him to renege so blatantly.

"Fine, Zhong Liyue. We’re not done here!"

With a wave of his hand, three Iceflame Fruits flew out from his Spirit Ring.

The Iceflame Fruits, with their edges in white, were crystal clear; even wisps of mist, like smoke, emanated from them.

Meanwhile, near the stem and the core, they were fiery red.

These were Iceflame Fruits, which were of significant help to Martial Artists in the Divine Might Realm, aiding in the tempering of Divine Might, refinement of Spiritual Qi, and the concentration of True Yuan.

Many Martial Artists at the peak of the Divine Might Realm, with the aid of a single Iceflame Fruit, could take that critical step to concentrate True Yuan and gather a Golden Core, transitioning from False Elixir to the Golden Core Realm.

Zhong Liyue took the three Iceflame Fruits and smiled satisfactorily.

"Good! Chi Fei, with these three Iceflame Fruits, I see hope in forming my Golden Core!"

Afterwards, Zhong Liyue also left the arena.

"The first match, victory to East Campus disciple Zhong Liyue!"

The elder in the purple robe immediately announced the result of the match.

"Who will come to the stage for the next match?"

Just as the purple-robed elder had finished his question, a towering figure stepped forward.

"I will!"

The man was incredibly tall and robust, nearly nine meters in height, with arms that were twice as thick as the thighs of an ordinary person.

His skin was a deep copper color, glinting with a coppery sheen, and his voice boomed like a roaring beast.

"I, Du Sen, challenge any disciple from the West Courtyard to come forward!"

The burly man named Du Sen, gesturing towards the West Courtyard, had a very arrogant demeanor.

"Hehe, I’ll take you on!"

From the West Courtyard, a skinny man carrying a sword on his back stepped out.

"I am West Courtyard disciple, Zhao Qingming!"

"You?" Du Sen’s large bull-like eyes stared at Zhao Qingming for a moment before he shook his finger and said, "You’re not good enough, you’re too weak. Get lost and let someone more powerful from your West Courtyard come out!"

Being directly dismissed by Du Sen, anger flickered in Zhao Qingming’s eyes.

"Whether I’m good enough is not for you to say. Besides, being big doesn’t necessarily mean you’re strong!" Zhao Qingming retorted angrily.

"Very well! Since you wish to bring shame upon yourself, I’ll accommodate you!" Du Sen slapped his chest.

"Junior brother, who do you think is stronger between this Du Sen and Zhao Qingming?" Jiang Ruorong asked Qin Qing in a low voice by his side.

Qin Qing shook his head in resignation, "The strength of the two is not on the same level, Zhao Qingming is far too weak!"

Qin Qing was keenly aware that the Qi-Blood within Du Sen was incredibly vigorous.

While Zhao Qingming was much weaker in comparison.

And there was a gap in their levels of Cultivation as well.

The most important point was momentum!

Du Sen had strong momentum, a presence not just for show, but forged through battle after battle, tempered time and again.

Zhao Qingming was evidently a Sword Cultivator, but he did not have the Sword Cultivator’s aura of having the sword sheathed, ready to reveal its sharpness at any moment.

Therefore, Qin Qing was not optimistic about Zhao Qingming’s chances.

"Is that so?" Jiang Ruorong smiled faintly, as she actually shared the same opinion as Qin Qing.

At this moment, the purple-robed elder had already announced the start of the match.

Whoosh!

As soon as the fight began, Du Sen’s aura erupted instantly. His Martial Soul manifested as a gigantic azure gorilla.

Clearly, this azure gorilla belonged to the lineage of the Titan Apes.

The Titan Ape was an ancient Ferocious Beast; such a Martial Soul was definitely above Eighth Rank.

Humming sounds...

True enough, upon the manifestation of his Martial Soul, eight light rings appeared swiftly.

Qin Qing had guessed it right— it was an Eighth Rank Martial Soul!

On the other hand, Zhao Qingming’s Martial Soul was also revealed.

His Martial Soul was a pure white crane.

Without a second word, Du Sen’s colossal figure charged over like a savage beast, his fists large as copper hammers swinging left and right, rolling towards Zhao Qingming to crush him.

Zhao Qingming waved his hand, and his flying sword manifested.

"Humming..."

The blade vibrated, emitting bursts of Sword Qi.

In an instant, Sword Qi danced across the sky, dazzling to the eyes.

However, Du Sen didn’t even attempt to dodge these Sword Qi that were stabbing towards him head-on.

His body was enveloped in a green light, making his bronze-colored skin reflect a layer of green luster, as if it were coated with a layer of bronze.

With every smash of his fists, most of the Sword Qi were directly shattered by his fierce punches.

The remaining Sword Qi, even when they struck him, were completely unable to penetrate his defense.

Du Sen’s defensive strength was also freakishly strong!

"Boom boom boom!"

He took three consecutive steps.

Each step made the arena tremble.

As if the earth and mountains themselves were shaking.

As the three steps came down, Du Sen roared aloud.

Behind him, the green Titan Ape also roared and bellowed, the void itself trembling continuously.

"Get out of my way!"

With a fierce punch, Du Sen gathered green light on his fist, his whole arm seemingly magnified in that moment as he struck down through the air with tremendous force.

Zhao Qingming’s face changed drastically, Sword Qi frantically condensed around him to form a Sword Qi Barrier for defense.

But!

It was too weak!

Just like Qin Qing said, Zhao Qingming’s swordsmanship had form but no substance.

"Boom crack!"

As Du Sen’s fist came down, the Sword Qi Barrier instantly collapsed, shattering into pieces!

The terrifying force of the punch then struck Zhao Qingming.

Luckily, Zhao Qingming had activated a defensive Spiritual Treasure, the defensive layer it released took on most of the force for him.

But even so, the defensive layer also collapsed instantly, the Spiritual Treasure shattered, and Zhao Qingming was sent flying out of the arena, his body broken open with horrifying bloodstains, blood gushing out continuously, dyeing him like a blood man within a few breaths’ time.

And Zhao Qingming lay on the ground, unconscious.

Fortunately, his life was not in danger!

"Du Sen! Wins!"

The elder in the purple robe announced the result, and the crowd was still in shock.

This Du Sen, so wildly ferocious, his strength was indeed terrifying~!

Zhao Qingming couldn’t even last three rounds against him.

Indeed, when he said Zhao Qingming was too weak, it wasn’t without reason!

"Too weak, a good-for-nothing weakling. Is there anyone stronger? Can anyone last a few more rounds?" Du Sen’s gaze, fiery like a torch, swept over towards the West Courtyard Disciples once again.

"I’ll go!"

At this moment, a West Courtyard Disciple stepped forward from beside Pei Zhenshan.

"Hong Hu!"

The disciple revealed his identity.

Qin Qing nodded slightly; he remembered this disciple called Hong Hu, who had performed quite well in the Cloud Ladder round, stronger than most West Courtyard Disciples, his strength probably only a bit inferior to the few like Pei Zhenshan and Mo Nian.

"Du Sen, I didn’t expect that in half a year, you managed to cultivate the Titan Ape Nine Transformations technique to the third layer!" Hong Hu looked directly at Du Sen.

"Haha, correct!" Du Sen laughed heartily, "The Titan Ape Nine Transformations technique is simply tailor-made for me, and it highly complements my Martial Soul. Hong Hu, last year I was still inferior to you, but now, it may not be the case!"

Hong Hu gave a faint smile, no longer wasting words as Spiritual Power surged around him.

"Roar!"

A roar of a ferocious tiger, and Hong Hu’s Martial Soul manifested.

His Martial Soul was a gigantic tiger!

This tiger was clearly not an ordinary ferocious beast; it was covered in flickering lightning and gigantic in size, like an elephant.

As it manifested, the giant tiger seemed to step out from the depths of the Savage Wilderness, with lightning entwined and a wild aura.

The battle erupted in an instant!