In the chaotic scene, Han Li looked at the pale-faced siblings before him.
"Looks like no one is paying attention to you."
Hearing his words, their faces paled even further.
"Silence."
From the stands, Qian Daoliu's voice rang out, and the entire training ground immediately fell silent again.
Everyone's eyes turned back to the field, observing the direction of the events that would follow.
"Admit defeat. You are not my opponents, even if I don't use my Martial Soul, you still can't win."
Speaking the harshest words in the gentlest tone, and of course, he was indeed doing so, Han Li's Martial Soul disappeared into his hand once again.
"Admit defeat? Impossible, I will never admit defeat."
Hu Liena's somewhat shrill voice rang out in the field, her eyes already bloodshot, appearing almost mad.
"Then, as you wish, the game continues."
As soon as the words fell, Han Li had disappeared again.
They were too close, Han Li didn't even need to flap his wings.
A red light flashed beneath his feet, the ground instantly cracking, and before the two could react, he had already arrived in front of them.
*"Collapsing Fist."*
His fists shot out simultaneously, accurately landing on the abdomens of the two.
The compressed fire-attribute elements exploded instantly in front of his fists, sending the two flying directly out.
"Be thankful for your weakness, I even have to hold back my strength, afraid of accidentally injuring you."
In the air, the two spat out blood as if it cost nothing, crashing heavily onto the ground, the blood flowing down their cheeks onto the ground, staining their hair.
"We haven't lost yet."
Hu Liena struggled to get up from the ground, her palms covered in a mixture of blood and dust.
Xie Yue, as a weapon Soul Master, was clearly physically weaker than his sister, and after failing to struggle twice, he was helped up by Hu Liena.
The two supported each other, preventing themselves from falling again.
"Brother, Bewitching Charm, I want to win."
Hu Liena was completely mad at this point, with only one thought in her mind, that her Master was still watching her, and she couldn't lose.
Xie Yue glanced at his sister, his face unreadable, and waved his hands towards the Moon Blades stuck in the ground not far away, the Moon Blades spinning as they returned to his hands.
Then, without any hesitation, he crashed into his sister beside him.
Just as their bodies were about to collide, a layer of red light suddenly lit up, enveloping them together.
In a flash of red light, the original siblings had now become one person.
A person with long red hair, whose gender was indistinguishable, and Xie Yue's Martial Soul also appeared in his hand, except that it seemed that the two Moon Blades had also been enlarged by a full fold.
At the same time, the layer of red light around them burst out instantly, like an expanding ball of light, emitting a strong Red Mist towards the field.
The expansion of the Red Mist was almost instantaneous, and Han Li was directly enveloped in it, and the figure after the two merged had disappeared.
Being in the Red Mist, Han Li felt his own state, both his senses and Soul Power were suppressed and reduced by 50%, and his body also had a slight sense of stagnation.
Perhaps because of Hu Liena's extreme anger, Han Li noticed that the opponent's Fusion Skill was directly deployed in its best state, instead of slowly increasing as mentioned in Master's information.
Just then, he seemed to sense something, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.
"Oh, interesting, instead of hiding first, you're planning to attack me proactively."
"I admire your courage, but unfortunately, courage cannot erase the gap in strength between us."
Suddenly, he turned sharply, his right hand reaching directly behind him, accurately grabbing a wrist.
With a forceful throw, the two enlarged Moon Blades collided with each other, making a crisp sound, and the figure was also thrown out directly.
"This is impossible. How could you know our location within the Red Mist?"
A cry of surprise came from the combined form of the siblings, their expressions seemingly incredulous.
"Well, that's because I'm strong enough."
Han Li slowly turned around, speaking useless nonsense. He didn't like revealing his own information to enemies.
"Besides, this is a competition after all. It's a bit much to not let the audience see the battle, don't you think?"
After speaking, he ignored their reaction. With a slight tremor of his wings, he ascended directly into the air.
As he rose, a large amount of flames and cold air surged around him, vaporizing the surrounding Red Mist.
From the stands, the spectators only saw the siblings activate their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, turning into one person, with the surrounding mist enveloping Han Li.
Immediately afterward, the sound of weapons clashing echoed from within the Red Mist.
Then, amidst the churning Red Mist, Han Li, who had been enveloped, reappeared above the Red Mist, seemingly having escaped their control.
As he ascended, along with his figure, numerous arrows formed directly from flames and cold air appeared in mid-air.
Under the gazes of the crowd, in just a few breaths, the scale of the arrows spread across the sky, almost covering the entire area enveloped by the Red Mist.
"Go."
With a wave of Han Li's hand, the arrows in mid-air seemed to receive an order and trembled in unison.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, countless arrows fell like raindrops towards the Red Mist below.
A volley of ten thousand arrows; it was truly over. This was the common thought that arose in the minds of all the spectators.
This time, the arrows didn't explode, and not even dust was kicked up. However, the Red Mist below had quietly dissipated at some point.
The crowd's gaze returned to the arena, where they saw that 'Bewitching Charm' had been dispelled. Two figures lay on the ground, each with a two-colored arrow piercing their limbs and abdomen, already unconscious.
Around them, the remaining arrows were neatly arranged, even deliberately forming a red and white "Soul" character on the ground.
"Bishop, can you announce the result now?"
Han Li slowly descended towards the ground, a faint smile on his face.
"Of course."
The Bishop at the edge of the arena took a deep look at Han Li, walked to his side, raised his right hand, and shouted loudly:
"I announce that the winner of this Soul Duel is Han Li!"
But as his voice fell, the arena was silent. There were no cheers, no applause, but everyone unanimously turned their gaze towards the central position of the stands.
Clap clap clap clap
Suddenly, a burst of applause rang out. It was Qian Daoliu who took the lead and stood up. Broad Hill and the others behind him did the same, smiling and gesturing towards Han Li in the arena.
After a second of silence, more and more applause and cheers rang out from the entire stand, becoming deafening for a time.
Han Li put away the smile on his face, waved to his Master and Xiu'er on the stands, and then calmly withdrew from the arena.
The following events were temporarily unrelated to him, even though he was the victor of this competition.
His task was completed, and completed well.
For him, this competition was a performance from beginning to end.
He destroyed the confidence of the three opponents and labeled them as incompetent. Hu Liena forever lost the possibility of becoming a Saintess.
In exchange, he had the qualifications to become a Holy Son.
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