Chapter 750: Using Soul Attack

"I want to challenge Li Yun of Arena Number Twenty."

As soon as the sect elder finished speaking, a voice rang out impatiently.

The one who spoke was the disciple ranked fortieth.

He was a short and extremely ugly cultivator.

Feeling the gazes of the crowd, a smug smile appeared on his face.

Originally, he had been quite unhappy about being ranked last. But now, he felt that this ranking was not so bad after all.

At least, he could be the first to challenge Li Yun.

In his view, a mere kid at the 2nd level of Heavenly Core Realm was definitely no match for him. He could easily defeat Li Yun and become one of the guardians of the twenty arenas.

Even if he were defeated by someone else later, at least he would have stood on the arena.

Compared to those who did not even have a chance to step up, that was already much better.

"Kid, I advise you to admit defeat directly."

With a flicker of his body, he stepped onto the arena and said arrogantly, "With your strength, it is impossible for you to be my opponent. If we really fight, you will only bring humiliation upon yourself. Let us be straightforward and save ourselves some energy."

Li Yun gave the man a faint glance without saying a word.

Clearly, he had no intention of surrendering.

"You are seeking death."

Being looked at by Li Yun in this way, the short cultivator felt a surge of anger for no reason.

With a sharp cry, he charged toward Li Yun like a whirlwind.

Speed was precisely the domain he was most proficient in.

His ability to break into the top twenty among ordinary disciples relied exactly on his speed.

In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared before Li Yun.

With a cruel grin, he reached out to grab Li Yun.

But at that moment, his entire body suddenly came to a halt.

A look of blankness appeared in his pupils.

He stood rooted in place, motionless, as if he had suddenly become demented.

Then, Li Yun casually waved his hand.

A surge of chaos qi wrapped around the short cultivator and directly blasted him off the arena.

"This guy actually won?"

"What happened? How did he win? How did Wang Feng lose so inexplicably?"

"Can someone tell me what just happened?"

This scene left the surrounding cultivators stunned.

Each one of them was dazed and shocked, completely unable to believe their eyes.

They had thought that once the short cultivator made his move, Li Yun would be utterly routed and lose immediately. They had guessed that the battle would be decided in one move, but they had not guessed the ending.

This battle was indeed decided in a single move.

But unexpectedly, the winner was Li Yun.

Moreover, the way he won was so strange and bizarre that it left everyone completely baffled.

"Cheating! This must be cheating!"

"That is right. They must have colluded. I protest."

The consequence of being baffled was that a large group of people began shouting and clamoring, expressing their doubts about the fight one after another.

"All of you, shut up."

High above the arena, the sect elder gave a cold shout and then said, "Wang Feng has failed. The competition continues. Next."

"I want to challenge Li Yun."

The person ranked thirty-ninth was the exact opposite of the previous short cultivator.

His build was extremely tall, over two meters in height, and he stood out like a crane among a flock of chickens in the crowd.

He leaped up, jumped directly onto Arena Number Twenty, and said arrogantly, "Kid, I do not know what method you used to defeat Wang Feng, but I have to tell you this. You can defeat Wang Feng, but you cannot defeat me."

"In this battle, you are destined to lose."

"Is that so?"

Li Yun responded faintly.

His left pupil suddenly changed. Deep within his eye, countless swords emerged, drifting and flickering like stars of the sword. They were brilliant and profound, making one’s mind involuntarily become intoxicated within them.

"This is..."

The tall cultivator’s voice came to an abrupt halt.

He was completely stunned, staring blankly at Li Yun as if Li Yun’s eyes were the most enchanting sight in the world, making him willingly sink into them.

He stood there in a daze, motionless, allowing Li Yun to strike him off the arena with a palm.

Only after landing below did he suddenly snap out of it.

"I... I actually lost?"

Looking at the ground beneath his feet, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

He completely could not accept that he had lost just like that.

He had lost so inexplicably.

"He won. This guy actually won again."

"What kind of method is this? One look and he can make someone lose the ability to resist. What kind of demonic technique is this?"

This scene left many of the spectating cultivators shocked beyond measure.

Even the other disciples who had entered the third stage changed their expressions one after another.

"This is not a demonic technique."

In the crowd, a blue-robed youth suddenly spoke up.

Although he had not entered the third stage, he was a famous expert in the outer sect and had considerable seniority.

Therefore, as soon as he spoke, the eyes of the surrounding crowd immediately turned toward him.

"What he is using is a soul attack method."

The blue-robed youth said in a heavy voice, "This person’s attainments in the Way of the Soul can be described as terrifyingly profound. Especially since he has perfectly combined sword arts with soul attack methods, it particularly counters us sword cultivators."

"An ordinary cultivator at the 9th level of Heavenly Core Realm, even if their cultivation has reached the perfection stage, could not possibly block this move without special soul defense methods."

As soon as the blue-robed youth said this, everyone’s expressions changed.

No matter when, soul attack methods were always the most headache-inducing and difficult to deal with.

Yet Li Yun had actually combined soul attacks and sword arts to such a degree.

Perhaps his true strength was not extremely powerful in their eyes, but having mastered such a method, his level of difficulty was likely no less than the top ten elite disciples.

"However, Li Yun’s situation might not necessarily be optimistic."

The blue-robed youth spoke again, "Murong Jingcheng, ranked thirty-eighth, is a collateral descendant of the Murong Family, one of the three great pupil technique clans of the Central Mainland. Although he primarily cultivates the Sword Dao, he also has extraordinary attainments in soul pupil techniques."

"Relying on soul attack methods, Li Yun might eventually keep his position as an elite disciple. But in this next battle, he is bound to lose."

The blue-robed youth said the last sentence with absolute certainty and without any hesitation, as if he had already foreseen the outcome.

Hearing his words, the rest of the crowd nodded one after another.

Given the blue-robed youth’s insight, since he said so, then things would surely be that way.

In the next battle, Li Yun would definitely lose.

"Hehehe..."

At the same time, a youth wearing a black robe, with a sinister face, gave a dark laugh.

"I did not expect to encounter an opponent skilled in soul attacks even at Sword Peak of the Profound Origin Immortal Sect."

"However, I will soon let you know that before my Murong Clans Blazing Current Divine Eyes, these little methods of yours are nothing more than showing off before an expert."