Chapter 318: One Against Seven (Part 2)

The subsequent matches went just as smoothly.

The third opponent, whose martial soul was the Fine Steel Shield, was directly attacked from behind by Tang Wulin and knocked out of the arena.

The fourth opponent, whose martial soul was the Opening Mountain Dragon, could not even unleash one-tenth of his own strength against Tang Wulin and was completely crushed.

The fifth opponent, whose martial soul was the Herculean Ant, was utterly suppressed by the Water Attribute Blue Silver Emperor, which almost ignores pure physical attacks, and suffered a crushing defeat.

The sixth opponent, whose martial soul was the Tortoise Pattern Armor, had his armor's defense blasted open by the Fire Attribute Blue Silver Emperor, and was rescued by the referee.

As one match after another ended in defeat, the expression of the Heavy Armor Sect's captain grew increasingly grim.

Is their team weak? Absolutely not.

Their team actually has five players at Soul King level or above, a lineup that would steadily advance to the quarterfinals in previous tournaments.

Yet in the blink of an eye, four of their five main players had already been defeated by Tang Wulin alone.

Moreover, they never managed to force Tang Wulin to reveal his trump card; now he stands on the stage, still calm and relaxed, showing no sign of having expended any energy.

In fact, his guess was correct—Tang Wulin really hasn't used up much.

As god-level soul spirits, the Water Fire Dragon Kings can greatly reduce his soul skill consumption, especially when using the skills they granted him.

Tang Wulin has just used the Flame Blast soul skill the most; for the Fire Dragon King's soul spirit, this skill is almost like an innate ability, with the bulk of the consumption borne by the spirit, leaving Tang Wulin's own soul power still at eighty percent or higher.

The captain glanced at the young man beside him, gritted his teeth, and said:

"Wanqing, you go up."

"Okay."

The young man nodded and stepped onto the stage.

Seeing him, Tang Wulin couldn't help but stare, and then his smile grew even richer.

He could feel that this opponent was stronger than all the previous ones.

The young man's voice carried across the stage from afar.

"You're strong; if you can defeat me, our Heavy Armor Sect will forfeit the upcoming team battle and surrender outright."

Tang Wulin was a little surprised, but he still smiled and nodded.

"Fine, I accept."

Although with him Tang Sect would never lose anyway, he would also be glad to let his companions finish today's schedule more easily.

As the referee announced the start of the match, the young man also completed the manifestation of his martial soul.

A dense layer of scales emerged from his skin, his body grew a bit taller, and at the same time six soul rings rose from his body.

His name is Ling Wanqing, the sole Soul Emperor of the Heavy Armor Sect.

Although he is only rank sixty-one, he remains a Soul Emperor, and his aura is completely on a different level from the earlier Soul Kings.

After releasing his martial soul, Ling Wanqing's first and fourth soul rings lit up, and he shot forward like an arrow.

Although his charge was no different in style from the others', his speed was on another tier—he crossed tens of meters in an instant.

Having watched Tang Wulin's recent matches, he had also done a lot of deliberation.

Obviously, when facing Tang Wulin, avoiding being entangled by him is key.

Moreover, Tang Wulin's fighting style clearly relies on controlling vines for combat, so his close-quarters ability must be weaker than his long-range capability.

Therefore he chose to close the distance between them at extreme speed right from the start.

Seeing Ling Wanqing arrive before him in an instant, Tang Wulin showed no hurry, his calm smile unchanged as he slowly raised his hand.

Then a blue dragon burst forth from his hand. "!"

Ling Wanqing's eyes widened sharply, and he quickly jumped aside, thus dodging the Water Dragon King's assault.

He never expected Tang Wulin to have a summon as well.

However, this was only the beginning.

Seeing its first strike miss, the Water Dragon King charged at him again.

Ling Wanqing's gaze turned cold; a longsword appeared in his hand, and he slashed a blade of light at the Water Dragon King.

What happened next almost made him vomit blood: the sword light grazed the Water Dragon King's body, leaving a cut, which then slowly sealed shut before Ling Wanqing's eyes, which were nearly bursting with rage.

This summon actually has the same water-dispelling ability as those blue vines? What a hammer! Knowing that eighty percent of Ling Wanqing's attacks are physical, and that physical attacks are practically useless against opponents who can dispel water.

Left with no choice, he turned to face Tang Wulin.

No matter what, as long as we quickly deal with Tang Wulin, the summoner, all threats will disappear.

Seeing Ling Wanqing rush at him again, Tang Wulin suddenly laughed, his smile bright and kind.

Seeing that smile, Ling Wanqing couldn't help but stare for a moment; I must say, even to someone of the same sex, Tang Wulin's looks are remarkably outstanding.

Otherwise, Di Yun'er, a girl who looks eighty percent like him, wouldn't have been rated a beauty either.

Who would have thought that in the next second Ling Wanqing's expression would completely change, and an uncontrolled "Holy shit" burst from his mouth.

What did he see? He saw another dragon drill out of Tang Wulin's left hand...

The first move of the Fire Dragon King upon appearing was to eagerly spit a mouthful of fire at Ling Wanqing.

Feeling the intense heat contained in the flames, Ling Wanqing, though unwilling to waste time, still had to retreat temporarily to avoid the blaze.

As a result of that dodge, the Water Dragon King pursued him, rings of blue light drifting from its body and wrapping around Ling Wanqing, slowing his movements.

Ling Wanqing felt as if he had been sunk into water, every action greatly restricted.

Meanwhile, the Fire Dragon King again opened its abyssal maw before him, crimson light gathering deep in its throat.

Ling Wanqing finally couldn't hold on; his sixth soul ring flared, and a shocking black light burst from his body, breaking free of the Water Dragon King's rings as he prepared to strike the Fire Dragon King.

Seeing this, Tang Wulin raised his brows, and as his fifth soul ring flashed, the Water Dragon King turned into a huge ring that encircled Ling Wanqing.

Water Emperor's Bind—a domineering soul skill Tang Wulin once used to restrain a ten-thousand-year Dark Gold Fearclaw Bear.

Even a ten-thousand-year Dark Gold Fearclaw Bear struggles to break free of this move for a moment, let alone Ling Wanqing, an ordinary Soul Emperor; his body was now completely immobilized, forced to watch as the Fire Dragon King gathered a three-second fireball in its maw and spat it toward him.

At the critical moment, the referee ultimately stepped in to block the blow, but this also meant the match was officially over.

Ling Wanqing stared blankly at Tang Wulin for a while, then showed a relieved smile and offered him a bow.

"I lost, I'm convinced in heart and mouth."

They are not someone who can't accept defeat; how great their and Tang Wulin's strength are is crystal clear, and they would not deny it.

Tang Wulin let out a chuckle.

"You're also very impressive."

The opponent agreed not to fight in team battles, and they didn't mind exchanging a few polite words.

Ling Wanqing nodded, then turned and walked down from the competition platform.

The Tang Sect's competition ended like that today, and Tang Wulin became the first person in this tournament to achieve the one‑through‑seven feat.

(End of chapter)