Chapter 203 Soaring Thunder - Condensed.
Silver Scale Griffin's Left Leg Soul Bone. Although the accompanying lightning wasn't ultimate lightning, its power was still among the top below ultimate lightning. It was no wonder that Ma Rulong's level eight soul-guided cannon's lightning net couldn't control Wu Xuan from the ground.
Undeterred, Wu Xuan swung his Thunder Prison Spring Spear, thrusting it towards Ma Rulong.
Instantly, a dazzling spear light traced a stunning rainbow, spanning nearly a hundred meters, piercing towards Ma Rulong. Its magnificent momentum seemed poised to reduce the entire arena to ruins.
Wu Xuan was showcasing the full power of Thunder Prison Dragon's innate soul skill, Soaring Thunder, to its fullest extent.
"Clang!" With a crisp sound, the spear light dissipated, revealing a golden light shield before everyone.
A level seven soul-guided device, the Resilient Wall!
Having his tactics repeatedly thwarted, Ma Rulong was now completely unsettled. If he didn't reveal his trump card now, his opponent's spear would likely be at his throat in a second.
The barrier of resilience dissipated, and Ma Rulong clasped his hands together in front of him, a burst of intense golden light flashing. His spirit rings shone brightly, his aura rapidly increasing, while the spirit tools he had released around him retracted one by one.
At this moment, the sharp blade of the Li Quan Spear, coinciding with Wu Xuan's thrust, was already in front of Ma Rulong.
"Clang!..."
The invincible Li Quan Spear was actually blocked. Wu Xuan looked closely and saw that Ma Rulong was now holding a golden-red greatsword.
Under the dazzling sunlight, the greatsword gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster. Having missed his attack, Wu Xuan quickly retreated.
"Let me show you, a level eight peak spirit tool, sword name, Judgment!" Ma Rulong gripped the hilt of the golden-red greatsword with both hands and slowly raised it.
A dense golden light emanated from the sword, revealing eight core magic arrays extending from the tip to the hilt. The intense golden light flashed, bursts of light constantly erupting in the air. Ma Rulong raised the greatsword high above his head, his eyes gradually turning golden.
Wu Xuan slightly raised his eyes, then gradually returned to calm, his hands gripping the Thunder Prison Spring Spear, which shimmered with dazzling lightning. The spear suddenly trembled, and the fine scales covering its body stood up slightly, like a dragon about to awaken!
"Awaken, Sword of Judgment!" Ma Rulong roared. His soul power poured into the greatsword at an astonishing speed. Because he poured his soul power so intensely, circles of white light could be seen rising from his feet, passing through his body, and finally converging in his hands before flowing into the greatsword.
The golden greatsword began to change. Starting from the hilt, the golden light rapidly receded, gradually becoming two colors.
One side of the sword's spine turned white, while the other side turned black. The two contrasting colors, amidst the golden light emanating from it, possessed an eerie and imposing aura.
As the two colors appeared, Ma Rulong's arm seemed to lose control of the immense energy within it, and began to tremble slightly.
"Light and Darkness Judgment!" Ma Rulong gripped the greatsword with both hands and swung it fiercely towards Wu Xuan's direction. The black and white blades suddenly shot out with lightning speed, and as the two-colored blades swept out, Ma Rulong's aura plummeted, and even the light on the Judgment Sword dimmed. This strike seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
The power of the blades was clearly terrifying; wherever they passed, the air was directly ignited. The sheer force of the attack made many in the audience's hearts pound.
This move was a new technique that Ma Rulong had painstakingly honed after breaking through to the seventh level of Soul Master, a full-force attack combining light and darkness.
"Roar!"
Just as everyone was shocked by Ma Rulong's attack, a strange roar resounded. Then, everyone saw that the Thunder Prison Spring Spear in Wu Xuan's hand suddenly erupted with extremely dazzling lightning. This lightning condensed on the spear, vaguely transforming into a huge Thunder Prison Dragon.
Under the infusion of Wu Xuan's powerful spiritual energy, the eighth core array on the spear suddenly shone brightly. The Thunder Prison Dragon completely detached from the Spring Spear. In that instant, an extremely ferocious aura burst forth from the sky. It felt as if a Thunder Prison Dragon with 20,000 years of cultivation had truly appeared.
"Thunder Prison Dragon, Thunder Soaring to the Heavens!"
A chilling shout suddenly resounded across the sky, seemingly in response to the Thunder Prison Dragon's roar, which, having materialized, unleashed bursts of lightning, sweeping across the heavens with an extremely awe-inspiring display!
"Boom!"
Under the tense gazes of countless onlookers, the two-colored sword blade collided violently with the materialized phantom of the Thunder Prison Dragon. In an instant, terrifying lightning scattered in all directions, erupting across the arena and filling the entire area. The impact instantly cracked the soul-guiding shield, making it seem as if it would shatter at any moment.
"Such a powerful attack! Is he really just a Soul Emperor?" On the other viewing platform, Ye Guyi stared at the arena below, her mouth slightly agape in disbelief.
The Mingde Hall students who had come to watch the battle were filled with shock. The almost solid Thunder Prison Dragon made them feel a sense of dread. They knew that if this attack were aimed at them, there would only be one outcome: instant death!
"Boom!"
Brilliant lightning poured down from the sky, followed by a thunderclap. It seemed as if a faint cracking sound was quietly heard. Jing Hongchen in the private room stared in disbelief at the lightning-filled arena.
"Who won?"
Urgent voices from the audience quickly spread throughout the city. The lightning that had splashed earlier was too dazzling; they hadn't even seen who had won.
As the smoke and dust mixed with lightning dissipated, Ma Rulong collapsed onto the broken ground, still tightly gripping the broken Judgment Sword in his hand.
"Sword of Judgment, what a powerful name! Unfortunately, you lack the strength to judge others, and you don't even know how to wield a sword."
"Ladies and gentlemen, the final champion of the 87th Infinite Arena Battle is none other than Yang Xuan, the Spear of Thunder Prison!"
"Let us cheer for him!" The referee's barely suppressed excitement suddenly resounded throughout the arena.
In an instant, the entire Mingdu Grand Soul Arena erupted in a deafening roar. Putting everything else aside, the match between Wu Xuan and Ma Rulong was incredibly entertaining, captivating the entire audience.
Originally, Ma Rulong, who had advanced to a seventh-level Soul Master before the age of twenty-five, was already considered a genius, but now an even more formidable opponent had appeared. A sixth-level Soul Master defeating a seventh-level Soul Master.
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