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--- Chapter 149 ---
Han Yuan's challenge erupted in the audience. They couldn't believe their ears for a mont.
After all, this young man dared to gamble a precious Spirit Bone. Is he that confident in his strength?
No, perhaps because he was such a monster that he dared to do this!
"What is this brat doing?" Chen Xin narrowed his eyes slightly.
Ning Fengzhi sighed, "I think he was just bored, Uncle Sword. You have never t Xiao Yuan before, so you don't know how ambitious this boy was."
"Three years ago, Xiao Yuan claid that he wanted to make history, being the first to absorb a 10,000-year-old spirit ring for his fourth spirit ring."
"And he did. According to Rongrong, his fifth spirit ring is over 30,000 years old."
"Today, he's the youngest Spirit King, a high-level one at that, and bravely challenged all experts below Spirit Saint Realm." He continued with a faint smile.
Then, he mumbled, "Uncle Sword, what do you think lies at level 100?"
"God!" Chen Xin answered without hesitation.
Although many considered the gods to be re legends, Sword Douluo believed they existed based on the words of his late father.
His father, Chen Jianjun, had challenged the Supre Sky, Angel Douluo, and Qian Daoliu, a level 99 Ultimate Douluo—an existence infinitely close to being a god!
Even then, Chen Xin was still displeased, "Fengzhi, are you telling
this nosy brat has the potential to reach level 100?"
Ning Fenzhi pulled his glasses and wiped them gently, "If Xiao Yuan can't reach level 100, then no one can."
"He's only ten now, but imagine a decade or two later?"
"He..." Chen Xin doesn't know what to say. No matter how unpleasant Han Yuan's image was in his heart, he had to admit Ning Fengzhi's words were proper.
After all, Chen Xin knew his father and Qian Douluo didn't reach Spirit King Realm at ten. At most, they are at Spirit Elder Realm.
...
After Han Yuan's challenge, several Spirit Emperors couldn't help but eye the arm spirit bone in his hand. While an 8,000-year-old spirit bone seems low in age, the value of such treasure is still priceless.
It shows just how low the drop rate of a Spirit Bone is.
These people don't know that this Spirit Bone is one of many Han Yuan and Liu Erlong excavated from the secluded area in Star Dou Forest three years ago.
Han Yuan obviously looked down on this Spirit Bone because of its very low quality, such as age or spirit skill. This thing has no value for the Dao Academy, particularly after he deduced a way to make an artificial Spirit Bone with Ah Yin's help.
What is an 8,000-year-old Spirit Bone compared to an Artificial Spirit Bone with spirit skills like teleportation and an invincible golden body?
So, Han Yuan literally used this spirit bone to have fun.
Liu Erlong and Ning Fengyuan glanced at each other. They knew this boy was about to do sothing but didn't expect him to use Spirit Bone as bait like this.
Isn't this just throwing money around?!
Then, again, Han Yuan didn't lack money.
He lacked entertainnt.
'But isn't this bullying?' Liu Erlong comnted inwardly.
'No, use your spiritual power, Erlong.' Ning Fengyuan casually nudged the female dragon. 'Xiao Yuan is suppressing his physical prowess, spiritual power, and cultivation to that of a level 45 Spirit Ancestor.'
'I bet he would only use his first three spirit skills, too.'
'So, technically speaking, Xiao Yuan is really testing his endurance right now.'
'I see...' Liu Erlong nodded. 'Then, Xiao Yuan's advantage lies in his control over his strength and artistic concept.'
Han Yuan didn't have to wait long. The Spirit Bone was 'genuinely' too tempting to be left alone, and a Spirit Emperor who appeared to be in his late forties stood from his seat.
He clasped his hand and said shalessly, "Junior Han is indeed talented, so as a senior, I'm willing to give you so pointers."
"My na is An Jing, a level 61 Spirit Emperor, martial Soul: Red Dog."
Han Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing the Spirit Emperor's na and nodded, "Okay, please co to the stage, Senior."
An Jing smiled widely and jumped to the main stage, which had returned to normal after rging with the previously split stages. He appeared more spirited, wearing a green-red robe.
Even though Han Yuan was the youngest Spirit King, An Jing felt he could win. The difference between him and Han Yuan is a major realm, coupled with experience and mastery over spirit skills.
'Hehe, let
show you the real world, kid!' He laughed sinisterly in his heart.
Han Yuan glanced at Liu Erlong and Ning Fengyuan, and the latter exited the stage while the forr stayed to act as a referee.
He calmly summoned the Purple Silver Grass and said, "Han Yuan, a level 55 Spirit King, martial soul: Purple Silver Grass."
"As for cultivation direction, I'm currently focusing on the Agility-Power System."
"Agility-Power System?" An Jing and the rest were confused by Han Yuan's words.
"Okay, I understand."
"Let's start!"
"Sure, let's start." Han Yuan nodded casually. He entered a leisurely yet tight stance, flailing his legs and arms.
Liu Erlong shook her head in amusent, "Very well, then the Spirit Battle starts now!"
"Red Dog's Possession!" An Jing shouted excitedly. Six optimal spirit rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black hovered around him as his body was 'rapidly' covered with wild red furs, and his arms beca slightly muscular.
Then, the last black spirit ring lit up brightly.
"Sixth Spirit Skill: Red Dog Brawling the Heaven!"
'Really, a Sixth Spirit Skill right away? Damn, you really wanted that spirit bone!' The entire venue was speechless.
'As a Senior, you have no martial ethic!'
"Interesting." Han Yuan stared at the massive red dog over three ters tall rushing at him, pressuring the surroundings with heaviness and heat as if gravity had increased several folds in one breath.
Unfortunately, this kind of pressure is nothing to Han Yuan.
Under everyone's bewildered gazes, Han Yuan calmly tilted his head to the left before throwing his elbow to An Jing's chin, totally neutralizing him.
BAM!
An Jing couldn't even react as the world suddenly beca dark for him as if soone had just flipped the light switch.
Han Yuan looked down on the fainted Spirit Emperor and mumbled, "Hmm, did I use too much force?"
"Err, can soone from Senior An's school take him away?"
"I think he won't be awake anyti soon..."
"..." Liu Erlong.
"..." Ning Fengyuan.
"..." Ning Fengzhi.
"..." Chen Xin.
"..." Bibi Dong.
"Monster!"
"How could a Spirit King defeat a Spirit Emperor in one blow?"
"Is this a staged fight or sothing? No, even a staged fight wouldn't let soone use the sixth spirit skill so decisively. Don't forget that was a 10,000-year-old spirit skill!"
"B-But how could you explain this absurdness?!"
"Are you telling
the Spirit Emperor was so fragile that he got knocked by getting his chin elbowed?"
Yu Luomian stared at Han Yuan solemnly, 'That wasn't a re elbow strike, but a combination of physical and spiritual powers.'
'Attacking mind and body simultaneously.'
'The sa trick he used on Tianheng three years ago.'
'Even then, it was so subtle to the point of becoming normal for him to achieve such a combination.'
'Was his control that strong?'
Any spirit master above Spirit Saint Realm quickly figured out Han Yuan's trick, too. However, understanding it doesn't change how impressive the concept was because they didn't even dare try it themselves.
Han Yuan asked, "Are there more challenges?"
Yet, only silence occurred afterward.
"Really? No one?" Han Yuan sighed helplessly.
"Then, let's make this more interesting..."
"And easier..."
"Seniors, ten of you may co to the stage."
"I will fight ten of you at once!"
This arrogant statent sent shivers down their spine.
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