Douluo Dalu : Body martial spirit

After the first soul fighting match, since only one match per day is allowed for one-on-one fights, Yang Xiong returned alone to the hotel to review the details of the battle.

At the start of this soul fighting match, Yang Xiong was a bit nervous, but after so many years of training, all the resources invested in him were not in vain. Although he did not use any soul skills, in terms of strength, speed, and agility, he was probably among the strongest great soul masters. He was just unsure how he compared to those with truly top-tier spirit martial souls.

The chance to actually face such top-tier martial souls in the arena was rare, as the true core disciples of the sects seldom wandered outside.

The next day, Yang Xiong meditated alone in the hotel during the day and returned to the arena for his match in the evening.

This time, his opponent was even taller than yesterday's, standing about 2.2 meters, like a huge bulky man, weighing over 200 kg. He was half-naked on the upper body, wearing only long pants, looking extremely tough.

Compared to Yang Xiong, who was 1.7 meters tall, he looked relatively miniature.

Yang Xiong couldn't help but joke: "Does everyone in Douluo Continent love to show off their muscles? They hardly seem to like wearing battle suits."

But when the host announced the opponent's martial soul, Yang Xiong was surprised. The opponent's soul power was level 28, and his martial soul was the Diamond Mammoth.

Yang Xiong was shocked. The Diamond Mammoth was the inherited martial soul of the Elephant Armor Sect, one of the Four Lower Sects, known as the strongest defensive martial soul in the world. It was definitely a formidable martial soul, probably much stronger than yesterday's contestant.

Unexpectedly, this opponent didn't use a nickname in the arena, but his real name: Huyan Meng. And this level 28 Huyan Meng had a record of nine wins and one loss, very impressive.

When stepping onto the arena, Huyan Meng looked at Yang Xiong's stature and record with disdain: "Kid, you'd better go back now. This kind of arena match isn't for children like you."

Yang Xiong smiled slightly: "Are you just a little older? I want to see what you're really capable of."

Huyan Meng's face darkened immediately: "Since you like to talk big, I'll crush your bones and show you how brutal soul fighting really is."

Yang Xiong just smiled silently. He didn't want to waste much time with a loudmouth like this. The Elephant Armor Sect seemed full of this kind of arrogant attitude.

But when the match officially started, Yang Xiong realized this guy wasn't just talk, his body was really tough.

During the preparation phase, both summoned their martial souls and soul rings. Huyan Meng also had two yellow soul rings, but after the massive Diamond Mammoth possessed him, his body seemed even stronger, at least in aura far more formidable than yesterday's bull contestant.

When the host announced the start of the match, Huyan Meng charged at Yang Xiong like a wild bull and threw a punch, simple and brutal.

Yang Xiong also threw a punch to meet him, but when their fists collided, both took a step back. Yang Xiong was surprised, he had used 60% of his strength, yet they were evenly matched.

Especially Huyan Meng's fist felt like hitting granite, extremely hard.

Huyan Meng was also a bit surprised: "Kid, you're strong. Let me see how your fists can break through my defense."

Huyan Meng was incredibly fast, despite his huge body, moving with exceptional agility. Every punch and kick packed tremendous power.

Yang Xiong refused to back down. He pressed hard with both strength and speed, landing several punches on Huyan Meng and even kicking his left shoulder heavily.

But Huyan Meng seemed unaffected. His body was as hard as iron; even Yang Xiong's continuous attacks were easily blocked.

After fighting for three full minutes, Huyan Meng laughed wildly: "Kid, your strength is good, but you can't break my defense. If that's all you've got, you can't beat me."

Huyan Meng's second soul ring flashed, and his already massive body swelled even more. His strength increased noticeably. This was his second soul skill: Mighty Mammoth Strength.

Yang Xiong still fought back with 60% strength. After just one blow, he felt a huge force hit him, pushing him back two meters. But Huyan Meng didn't move an inch.

Yang Xiong couldn't help but smile: "Now this is getting interesting. Otherwise, this fight would be meaningless."

When Huyan Meng struck again, Yang Xiong's speed increased noticeably. He blocked with a hand blade, and suddenly his hands transformed, his fingers like claws, rapidly grabbing Huyan Meng's arm.

Huyan Meng's defense was indeed strong. Even at 60% strength, which was enough to defeat yesterday's opponent, Yang Xiong's attack only left five faint blood marks on Huyan Meng's arm.

Before Huyan Meng could react, Yang Xiong swept his right leg, hitting Huyan Meng's left knee joint. Huyan Meng's body hurt, and his stance became slightly unstable.

Yang Xiong seized this opportunity, clawing hard at Huyan Meng's shoulder with both hands while elbowing his head, then kicked upwards with his right foot, sending Huyan Meng flying seven to eight meters.

After continuous hits from Yang Xiong, Huyan Meng looked in bad shape. His shoulder seemed to have five bloody holes, and blood was dripping from the corner of his eye, showing that even the Elephant Armor Sect's head was somewhat vulnerable.

Yang Xiong didn't press the attack further. He just wanted to hone his skills through the fight; the win or loss wasn't the key point.

Huyan Meng was incredibly tough and quickly got up, wiping the small amount of blood from his mouth.

"Good kid, this is the first time I've been injured in so many soul fights. Looks like I'll have to show some real strength."

Yang Xiong stretched: "I hope your strength is a bit harder than your mouth. Otherwise, you won't beat me."

Huyan Meng's first soul ring flashed, and his massive body was covered with a layer of earthy yellow energy like a shield. This was his first soul skill: Mammoth's Protection.

Yang Xiong was a bit surprised: "It's not a purely defensive skill, but a body defense enhancement soul skill. That's rare."

"But I'm curious, given your strength, physical fitness, powerful defense, and two rare enhancement soul skills, you should have no equal among great soul masters. How did you lose that one match?"

Yang Xiong planned to study Eight Extremes Fist later, feeling this kind of fight lacked some artistic conception and intensity.

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