Chapter 38: The Competition Ends, the Champion is Group A, Knight Number Nine, Ye Ling!

"Six-Winged Angel, Martial Soul, activate!"

Ye Ling shouted decisively, and the next moment, that Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul appeared completely upon Ye Ling's body.

That holy radiance spread out in all directions, a golden light shadow emerged above Ye Ling, and the Six-Winged Angel belonging to the God of Light slowly appeared, its six wings flapping continuously within it, flashing with a strange radiance.

The Six-Winged Angel was a full ten meters tall, but soon, it slowly returned to its place, transformed into a phantom, and attached itself to Ye Ling's body.

A touch of light started from his forehead and began to spread to his entire body; his hair also turned into a shining, brilliant gold, every strand of hair glowing, and the three halos on his body flashed with dazzling radiance, continuously spreading profound power.

At this moment, the profound Spiritual Power on Ye Ling's body transformed into the ultimate Sacred Spiritual Power, continuously volatilizing, and the endless light elements between heaven and earth were all gathering toward Ye Ling's position.

At this moment, he was the absolute darling of light between heaven and earth!

Everyone who saw this, whether they were as low as the First Tier in strength or the top powerhouses of the Alliance in the temples above, were watching the changes in Ye Ling right now without blinking.

The power of light continued to spread in all directions.

It was truly strange.

"Is, is this the true ability of the Child of Light?"

"This ultimate light, even the light within my own body, has a feeling of submission."

Yang Haohan looked at everything before him and spoke his assessment.

His heart was already thinking about how to use the full strength of the Holy Alliance to cultivate Ye Ling in the future; this was simply their absolute hope for a counterattack against the Demon Race! No more words were needed!

Likewise, he also set the final result of this battle in his heart.

As his grandfather, Yang Haohan was very clear about what Yang Wenzhao's trump card was.

That was brought about by his talent; facing the likes of Han Yu, it indeed had an advantage, but against Ye Ling, it was impossible!

Below, looking at the Ye Ling before him, Yang Wenzhao no longer had any so-called pride in his heart, but was instead stunned on the spot.

Because he unexpectedly discovered that the actions he could complete by relying on his own powerful natural talent and physique could no longer be completed, and what replaced them was being completely suppressed.

"I didn't expect the gap between these two physiques to be so powerful to this extent."

"No wonder, no wonder when we were at the Yulong Mountain Range before, Ye Ling did not choose to use this ability to fight me."

"Because it is too terrifying, and he feared hurting his compatriots during the battle."

Yang Wenzhao thought to himself; he was very clear about the gap in talent between himself and Ye Ling now, but as a Punishment Knight.

Even if he was very calm and composed, he was still a Punishment Knight after all.

What a young Punishment Knight lacks the least is hot blood!

"Then, let's make it a quick battle and end all of this!"

As soon as Yang Wenzhao's thought ended, he rushed toward Ye Ling's position for the first time; the Spiritual Power in his body was already extremely scarce, only enough for him to strike one more sword, and for this sword, he naturally had to use it to the extreme!

"Sorry, Yang Wenzhao. If you were in your prime, even with my Martial Soul possessed, I would still have to play it safe, but now it is not necessary!"

As soon as Ye Ling's voice fell, a golden tail flame rose behind him, and his whole person, like a shooting star chasing the moon, rushed straight toward Yang Wenzhao's position.

Although the speed was not fast, in Yang Wenzhao's eyes, the Ye Ling before him had become extremely unreal, and the surrounding Light Spiritual Power seemed to be helping him there.

Oh no!

It was not light!

It was sacred!

It was the light of a Knight, and yet the sacredness of a Priest!

But, logically speaking, it should be that supreme sacredness!

Yang Wenzhao only felt the pressure of that powerful sacred aura rushing toward his face; that ultimate radiance even made Yang Wenzhao unable to breathe. He wanted to resist, but the scarcity of Spiritual Power in his body hinted at the ending. Only at the final words: "Second Spiritual Skill, Angel Sword!" did Yang Wenzhao feel a dizziness before his eyes; he only felt the Spiritual Power in his body being continuously worn away, and in just an instant, it was completely worn away.

And Ye Ling also stopped in front of him.

There was not much Spiritual Power leaking from Ye Ling's body; his Spiritual Power was only a little more than half of Yang Wenzhao's to begin with, and having just experienced a battle, it had already been worn away to almost nothing.

It was just that as the darling of light, the surrounding power of light wandered around his body, allowing him to persist.

Looking at the very holy Ye Ling before him, Yang Wenzhao was stunned on the spot, slightly dazed, and after a long while, he smiled bitterly: "I lost."

"Thank you," Ye Ling replied.

Yang Wenzhao steadied his body and shook his head: "No need to thank me, this is your strength. As a Knight, I can afford to lose!"

"I just didn't expect that in only three months, your strength would step into this realm."

"Can you tell me, what exactly is your Innate Internal Spiritual Power?"

Ye Ling was silent for a moment and said: "My current Innate Internal Spiritual Power is ninety-three points."

"Ninety-three points..." Yang Wenzhao was silent: "No wonder, a monster like you hasn't appeared in six thousand years, and now that you have appeared, after knowing this result, I feel a sense of relief instead."

"It seems that only this kind of terrifying talent can be worthy of a powerhouse like you; you are qualified, but I am not."

As soon as his voice fell, Yang Wenzhao held his sword to steady his figure and said:

"However, even if you are the Child of Light, I will not be completely desperate. I am quite a bit older than you, and I will soon welcome my own true peak of cultivation."

"At that time, I will beat you."

Ye Ling did not answer, but pulled him up.

All around, the light dissipated, and the two returned to the view of the crowd.

It was over; everything was over.

This Youth Knight Competition at Yulong Pass, which all young Knights, and even countless Knight powerhouses, had dreamed of and hoped to use to prove themselves and decide their entire future.

At this moment, it also reached its true conclusion.

And the winner was clear at a glance.

It was the genius Ye Ling, who was at the very center, the most sacred, and like a god.

No one spoke; on this occasion, it should not be their place to be the first to answer.

Nor should it be their place to decide everything.

It was for the existence matched to evaluate Ye Ling to be the first to begin evaluating this outcome.

Very quickly, several rays of light slowly rose into the sky above.

The Temple Hall Master, wielder of the Divine Seal Throne of Order and Law, the Divine Seal Knight of Control and Restriction, Long Tianyin, walked out slowly, followed by two other Divine Seal Knight Hall Masters at his side, hovering in the sky, standing with their hands behind their backs, slowly observing everything before them.

Among them, with Long Tianyin at the lead, his eyes slightly opened, his Spiritual Power pouring out unceasingly, he watched the scene below with great composure.

To others, he appeared extremely cold and arrogant, but only he himself knew that, looking at Ye Ling, the only emotion he felt was pride!

After a long moment, he continued to speak:

"The finals of this Youth Knight Competition!"

"Champion, Group A, Knight Number Nine, Ye Ling!"

(End of this chapter)