Douluo Continent: The Holy Evil Emperor

They were in the same year during the inner court assessment, and both of them had witnessed Ye Qing's abilities. Although Ye Qing didn't use much of his power when fighting Zhang Lexuan, it was still clear that Ye Qing was a power-attack type soul master.

A team doesn't need too many offensive types. Their main team already has two Soul Emperor-level offensive types: Ma Xiaotao and Dai Yueheng. So, Chen Zifeng, the last offensive type, naturally became the one to be eliminated.

Ok……

Thinking of this, Ling Luochen and Yao Haoxuan couldn't help but cast pitying glances at Chen Zifeng. The latter, noticing their gazes, realized why he was being stared at, and his expression turned ugly.

Participating in the Soul Fighting Tournament under the name of Shrek Academy would almost guarantee a championship; everyone wants to add such a prestigious honor to their Soul Master resume.

Chen Zifeng was no exception.

To participate in the competition, he has been training hard for nearly a year, and his original level 54 soul power has been raised to level 57. The fact that his Soul King cultivation can be raised by three levels in a year shows how strong his determination is.

Being kicked out of the team now means all his previous efforts have been in vain, so it's no wonder Chen Zifeng's expression is so unpleasant.

Just as the group was exchanging glances, Ye Qing and Yan Shaozhe arrived on the arena and walked in front of the two teams.

Yan Shaozhe patted Ye Qing on the shoulder and said, "Let me introduce you all. This is Ye Qing, a student who enrolled in the Inner Academy last year. He is here to join the regular team. Please introduce yourself to everyone."

Ye Qing stepped forward with a smile, releasing his martial soul. Holy light attribute soul power spread out, and five soul rings lit up on his body.

Yellow, purple, black, and red!

A heavy and terrifying aura immediately emanated from his body. The pressure of the 100,000-year soul ring made their bodies feel heavy, and the extreme power of the attribute made their martial souls shrink back. Ye Qing simply released his soul ring, and these inner court geniuses, who were at least five rings, were suppressed in a single move!

"Hello everyone, my name is Ye Qing, I am fifteen years old, my martial soul is the Holy Tiger of Light, my soul power level is level 59, and I am a battle soul king of the ultimate light attribute strong attack type."

Fifteen years old, level 59, the ultimate light!

Each of these three words struck their hearts like a giant hammer. Apart from Ma Xiaotao, who remained calm, even Xue Zhenyu and the other two people who already knew Ye Qing had a look of surprise on their faces.

"You're only fifteen?!" Xue Zhenyu looked at Ye Qing with a look of utter disbelief.

Goodness gracious! So Ye Qing, who single-handedly faced a 100,000-year-old soul beast two years ago, was only thirteen years old?! He could kill a 100,000-year-old soul beast at thirteen?!

Holy crap, monster!

Chen Zifeng's face turned deathly pale instantly. Looking at the five spirit rings surrounding Ye Qing, he realized he had absolutely no chance of winning.

The other members of the main team looked at Ye Qing with burning eyes. As an ultimate attribute Soul King, with two ten-thousand-year Soul Rings and one hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, they had no doubt about Ye Qing's combat power. Even Ma Xiaotao could not defeat Ye Qing.

With such a strong player joining them, their honor in this competition is practically guaranteed!

The championship is within our grasp!

"To join the main team, you first need to prove your strength. The team spots are given to the strongest. Choose a teammate to challenge and defeat, and you will be able to join the competition team," Yan Shaozhe said to Ye Qing.

Ye Qing nodded, then focused his gaze on the seven members of the main team. Chen Zifeng's pale and unwilling expression caught Ye Qing's eye, and because his expression was the most exaggerated, Ye Qing couldn't help but take a second look.

When Chen Zifeng saw Ye Qing targeting him, his fists clenched even tighter uncontrollably.

'Does this kid think I'm going to challenge him?' Ye Qing shifted his gaze strangely, then looked at the inner court team that was serving as sparring partners for the regular team, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"I don't plan to challenge the seven members of the main team. How about you seven, Lao Xue, fight me instead?"

"Us?" Xue Zhenyu was slightly taken aback, pointed to himself, and after seeing Ye Qing nod, he asked again, "You can challenge us, but which one of us do you want to challenge?"

Ye Qing clicked his tongue: "No need for that. All seven of you can come at me together. Let me see your strength."

Silence, then a warm red.

The regular team couldn't even beat those seven, and you, who haven't even joined the team yet, are already talking about taking on all of us one-on-one? Don't we have any dignity? Do you think we're pushovers?!

Then they couldn't help but look at the blood-red soul ring still swirling around Ye Qing's body, and their flushed faces quickly began to cool down.

Believe it or not, it seems like he really does have the ability to take on all of us one-on-one.

"Alright, since you want to fight, we'll fight you. But you'd better bring out your full strength. You are indeed a genius unparalleled in the inner academy, but we are not ordinary people either!" Xue Zhenyu said seriously. He reached out and grasped, and an extremely gorgeous ice sword immediately appeared in his hand.

Anyone who can get into the inner academy is a genius!

You have your pride, and we have our integrity. No matter how powerful you are, Ye Qing, you may not be able to kill us all before your soul power is exhausted!

The expressions of the other six people also turned somewhat unfriendly, especially Wu Ming, who had a fiery temper. Her eyes were now blazing with anger, and her pretty face was filled with rage.

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Chapter 166 What you can't beat, I can easily crush.

Seeing that Ye Qing and Xue Zhenyu and the other seven had already taken their stances, and that the seven members of the main team had also tacitly left the Soul Arena, Yan Shaozhe naturally wouldn't say anything that would spoil the fun.

If he were capable of saying such things, he wouldn't have agreed to let Ye Qing take on ten people at once during the second-year entrance exam. The current situation is so similar to that entrance exam.

Even he couldn't help but show a hint of anticipation on his face. He couldn't quite figure out his junior brother, Ye Qing, and was really curious about just how strong he could be!

"Since you have reached a consensus, then I will be the referee for this battle of spirits!" Yan Shaozhe floated into the air, standing with his hands behind his back. "With me here watching, you can use all your strength without worrying about anything."

"Understood!" the crowd on the stage responded in unison.

"Very good, both sides step back and release your martial spirits!" Yan Shaozhe watched as both sides prepared, then raised his right hand high, counted down three times, and then swung it down suddenly.

"Game start!"

rub rub!

The moment Yan Shaozhe finished speaking, Xue Zhenyu made the first move, slashing out three times with her ice sword. The icy blue sword light burst forth and slashed towards Ye Qing. Two sword lights blocked his space to dodge, while one sword light mercilessly pointed straight at his neck.

The other six also made their moves instantly. Beams of light shot out from Mingjing's hands, covering the other six people, and their auras suddenly increased.

A pair of brilliant golden flame wings unfurled from Wu Ming's back. After slightly bending her long legs, the wings on her back flapped suddenly, lifting her into the air.

She had long been annoyed by Ye Qing's arrogance, and as soon as the match started, she pulled out her ultimate weapon, her deep fifth spirit ring instantly lighting up.

Wu Ming held her hands in a prayer position to her chest, and a small, bright golden bird gradually took shape between her hands. Then she gently pushed it out, and the bright golden bird began to expand rapidly after leaving her palm, quickly reaching a length of more than three meters.

Others are also using their own methods.

At this moment, the three sword beams unleashed by Xue Zhenyu had already reached Ye Qing.

"His momentum is not bad, but his strength is a bit weak." Ye Qing chuckled, completely ignoring the sword beams that swept past his sides, and instead stretched out his right arm with his palm open, accurately catching the sword beam that was aimed at his vitals.

Click!

As he clenched his fist, the sword light was instantly crushed into countless ice shards.

Xue Zhenyu was dumbfounded. Although this sword light was not his soul ring or soul skill, it was a self-created soul skill that he created based on his soul bone and soul skill.

Chen Zifeng would have needed considerable effort to deal with just this one sword beam, but Ye Qing shattered it with a mere pinch?!

Immediately afterwards, a scorching firebird began to descend from the sky. Ye Qing raised his head slightly and spent a fraction of a second thinking about how to deal with the firebird. Then, his fourth soul ring suddenly released a deep black light.

After loosening his clenched right hand, he casually made a grasping motion, and sharp golden lightning coiled around his palm. Then, with a grab from a distance, it transformed into a giant lightning hand that seized the firebird released by Wu Ming.

"Holy Lightning Prison - Trapped!" Ye Qing's raised palm pressed down instantly. With his movement, the palm that held the firebird transformed into a golden lightning cage amidst lightning and thunder. Wu Ming's fiery golden crow futilely charged left and right within the cage.

Thunder and flames erupted with a cacophony of explosions, but aside from a few sparks and small flames, they had no other effect.

"Just a caged bird," Ye Qing commented casually. Wu Ming, who heard Ye Qing's comment, was so angry that her hair stood on end.

Immediately afterwards, he slapped the unlucky agility-type attacker who had come up behind him to launch a sneak attack, slamming him to the floor. Then, he grabbed the attacker's foot and threw him off the stage. Finally, he gave Yang Jingjun, who was holding a tortoise shell, a kind smile.

"Uh...can you please not hit my face?" A bead of cold sweat appeared on Yang Jingjun's forehead.

However, he was clearly not without teammates. Xue Zhenyu instantly cut in from the side, her Frost Sword radiating a strong chill, and thrust towards his chest at a tricky angle.

On his other side, Wu Ming flapped his wings and fell from the sky, his body engulfed in flames. Apart from the unlucky agility-type who was eliminated and the support-type Ming Jing, everyone else began to display their unique abilities.

Pretending to show weakness, Yang Jingjun also activated his fifth soul skill. A dark blue light was released from the shield, which slammed into the ground, releasing a strong shock and impact.

"Useless, useless, useless!" Ye Qing grinned, and his fourth soul ring lit up again. Terrifying golden lightning immediately began to spread rapidly from his body, instantly turning the area within a ten-meter radius of him into a terrifying sea of ​​lightning.

Thick bolts of golden lightning continuously surged forth, even cleaving the solid arena floor into craters of varying sizes.

As for how Xue Zhenyu and the others will stop them?

There's no need to block at all, because Yan Shaozhe will take action.

This is the soul skill of the Thunderous Hell Vine. Although Ye Qing did not use the soul power of extreme lightning to activate it, nor did he fully release the power of the 100,000-year soul ring, it is still the soul skill of the Thunderous Hell Vine!

The intensity of the Holy Light Thunder Prison that Ye Qing released at this moment was no less than the full-force attack of a Soul Saint after activating the True Soul of the Martial Soul. Its destructive power could even be compared to the Corpse Explosion released by the Grim Reaper. Except that the range was not as wide as the Corpse Explosion Technique under Ye Qing's control, the power was almost the same.

Apart from Yang Jingjun, who was able to withstand the damage without sustaining serious injuries, everyone else was seriously injured.

After all, none of them expected that the Thunder Cage Ye Qing used to trap Wu Ming's Golden Crow Firebird attack was actually such a powerful attack soul skill, so they were basically unprepared.

The instant the Holy Light Thunder Prison spread, Yan Shaozhe struck with lightning speed. Apart from Yang Jingjun, who was electrocuted and was breaking dance with his shield, the other four, including Wu Ming, were all sent out of the arena.

Severely injured!

Throughout the entire process, Ye Qing did not move an inch. Of the seven teams composed of elite Soul Emperors from the Inner Academy, he eliminated five of them, leaving only Yang Jingjun, who was exhaling white smoke and whose hair stood on end, and a cute and sweet girl named Ming Jing still standing on the arena.

"Want to continue?" Ye Qing, who had crushed seven people, still had a gentle and calm expression on his face.

They can even smash a Title Douluo's head, so crushing a team composed of Soul Emperors is a piece of cake for them.

Even if Ye Qing doesn't use his full strength, it's still not something these Soul Emperors can easily fool.

Chapter 167 Martial Souls Are Not Such Inconvenient Things

Mingjing glanced at the five people next to Yan Shaozhe with helpless expressions, then at Yang Jingjun who was leaning on his shield and twitching from time to time, and with a wry smile, she withdrew her martial spirit.

What's the point of fighting? My teammates were all wiped out in one go. I'm just a pitiful, weak, and helpless support girl. Am I supposed to go up there and charm Ye Qing?