With his hands clasped into fists and raised high, Ying Yanyang struck fiercely, sending Wang Zhong, who was flying towards him, crashing down onto the arena.
A gale erupted, like a meteor falling to the ground. The powerful force caused the already shattered arena to create a massive concave depression on the spot. With this depression appearing, the arena could no longer withstand the impact and began to collapse.
Starting from the edges, the arena crumbled piece by piece, and shattered stones fell like snowflakes. In no time, it would be reduced to ruins.
"Zhong!"
Below the stage, Hu Liena watched Wang Zhong, motionless in the deep pit, her charming eyes filled with worry and tenderness.
If it were in the past, she might have already screamed out regardless of the consequences and rushed onto the stage. But now, she had learned to restrain herself. She was no longer that impulsive little girl. She knew that some people's pride and stubbornness would not be abandoned until the very last moment.
"Did he lose!"
"As expected, even Wang Zhong, facing a Soul Sage as a Soul King, could only be defeated."
"Tch, with this kind of strength. He dared to make such bold claims, it's simply hilarious!"
"Exactly, overestimating himself. When reality hits, he'll realize how ridiculous he is!"
Some sighed, while others sneered with disdain.
Wang Zhong's motionless body, lying in the massive sunken pit, was a stark and glaring sight under everyone's gaze.
However, regardless of what the people in the stands thought, Ying Yanyang remained suspended in mid-air, his expression solemn and shaken.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Zhong's body slowly stood up. He wore a light smile, his robust body still as straight as a pine or bamboo, standing tall and unmoving like a mountain.
"This, this, how is this possible!"
Xia Xuan's eyes were filled with disbelief, as if he had witnessed something beyond his imagination.
"That kid took so many heavy blows from Yanyang, and he's completely unharmed!"
"Not only is there no trace of injury, but his aura and soul power haven't even diminished!" Shuang Yue Lian covered her red lips with her hand in surprise, her beautiful face also filled with horror.
Ying Yanyang's attacks were continuous and immensely powerful. Each strike, each move, possessed the might to shatter mountains, yet such attacks landed on Wang Zhong without leaving a single scratch.
How could such a terrifying reality not shock the two of them?
Yue Shan, standing beside them, clasped his hands behind his back so tightly that they clenched unconsciously. Even someone as powerful as him could not have taken such an onslaught from Ying Yanyang without any harm.
"What's going on with that kid, that kid!"
"Such dense and powerful assaults, and not a single scratch on him!" Gui Bao's eyes bulged, his surprise evident in his voice.
"Even if I took that entire barrage, I couldn't guarantee I'd be unscathed. This kid, his physical quality is so terrifying!" Mo Xiong gritted his teeth and said with a tremor.
In mid-air, Ying Yanyang spoke with a heavy tone, uttering a technique almost forgotten by everyone, almost word by word.
"Wind Dissipation!"
The moment this name was uttered, many trembled. The most noticeable among them was Lu Xiaoshuang.
Facing this soul skill in the past, he had been completely dominated by this move. His only offensive skill was rendered useless, leaving him with no choice but to passively endure blows!
"It's this soul skill! No wonder." Xia Xuan suddenly understood. The Wind Dissipation technique had rendered Lu Xiaoshuang in his class unable to use his strength, completely suppressed throughout the match.
"Four years have passed, and I never expected that Little Wang Zhong would have trained this technique to such a terrifying extent."
"Truly a terrifying ability." Shuang Yue Lian also reacted at this moment, sighing softly.
However, the scene that followed stunned them all.
On the arena stage, the figure standing tall and unmoving began to undergo subtle changes.
A fine crack appeared on Wang Zhong's face, which eventually quietly broke open, and a small piece of wood shavings gently fell.
"Hmm?! Wang Zhong's face is cracked!"
"This..."
"Are you kidding me!"
Glancing sideways, Wang Zhong looked at the crack on his face, shaking his head with a light laugh, "Indeed, this layer of wooden keratin couldn't completely withstand the continuous, powerful attacks of a Soul Sage."
He extended his index finger and traced the crack on his face. As if by magic, the crack slowly closed, disappearing as if healed.
Such a bizarre sight made many's hearts pound.
With a thunderous roar, the entire arena finally succumbed to the damage and completely collapsed. Wang Zhong's body began to descend at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He who falls off the arena is declared defeated!
Even with a flimsy excuse like the arena's destruction, the rule remained the same.
If Wang Zhong's feet touched the ground, then the victor of this match would be Ying Yanyang.
Many looked on with regret. Ying Yanyang possessed the Fiery Divine Eagle, and his martial soul naturally came with some flying ability. Furthermore, a Soul Sage could already manifest their martial soul true form, allowing them to fly freely in the sky.
No matter how powerful or astonishing Wang Zhong's tree martial soul was, it could never make him fly!
This was a limitation imposed by his martial soul, one that even soul skills could not overcome.
As his body continued to fall, just an inch away from the ground, an astonishing sight occurred. Wang Zhong's falling figure froze, as if time had stopped.
Six purple wings, imbued with nobility and majesty, unfurled from Wang Zhong's back. Under the sunlight, these three pairs of wings possessed an unimaginable charm and allure. The wings gently flapped, slowly lifting his body to the same height as Ying Yanyang.
With a mischievous smile on his face, Wang Zhong teased playfully, "Teacher, did you feel even a sliver of joy of victory just now?"
Ying Yanyang let out a sigh, "I knew you had a way to prevent yourself from falling off the stage. As for joy of victory, there was none."
"On the contrary, up to this point, all I feel is surprise and dread."
"Six-Winged Purple Light Wings! I truly never expected you to obtain such an external soul bone! A heavenly talent, truly unimaginably formidable."
"But even that doesn't compare to another matter that piqued my curiosity. What is that layer covering your body? It actually managed to withstand my continuous, relentless assault!"
Wang Zhong clasped his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, and slowly explained, "This is something I discovered by chance about four years ago."
"At that time, it was purely for cultivation. I wanted to save on clothes, so I used the mimicry function of my second soul skill to compress and make a set of clothes to wear. Although it was wooden, its texture and comfort were several times better than any ordinary clothing."
"Under these conditions, I had a sudden idea: if I were to uniformly cover my body with a layer of wooden keratin, forming a kind of invisible armor, could it enhance my defensive capabilities?"
"And the result, as you can see!"
Ying Yanyang took a deep breath, his voice filled with admiration, "A genius-like idea! Truly remarkable."
"Even more remarkable is that you managed to turn it into reality, and without anyone noticing!"
Wang Zhong did not comment on this. He then uttered the statement that stunned everyone into silence.
"Teacher, admit defeat!"
"You have absolutely no chance of winning!"