"Death Spear!"
As the spear, carrying terrifying energy, condensed on Mo Yin's body, an overwhelming force pressed down on Mo Yu.
Faced with this powerful attack, Mo Yu felt like a small boat in a stormy sea, as if he could be swallowed up at any moment.
Mo Yin looked down ferociously at Mo Yu. Although he didn't understand why the latter's soul power and control were so extraordinarily powerful, he was certain that the illusory soul power would dissipate like air in the face of his full-strength Xuan-level advanced fighting skill. Mo Yu would fall under this attack.
Gazing up at the ever-enlarging black spear, Mo Yu saw the confident and cold smile on Mo Yin's face. Despite the opponent's confidence, Mo Yu displayed a look of disdain.
"Dou Qi can be used with fighting skills, so why can't soul power have soul skills?" Mo Yu thought. He happened to have soul skills as well.
With this in mind, Mo Yu slowly extended his hands and formed a strange hand seal. As the hand seal took shape, a majestic and vast soul power rapidly formed in his palm. A faint spiral mark could be vaguely seen in the space.
The soul seal mobilized Mo Yu's soul power to condense and form an attack. The soul power gathered in this soul seal was not much stronger than what Mo Yu had displayed earlier, but the effect was very different! Just like fighting skills, soul skills have the miraculous ability to condense and amplify soul power, and this effect depends on the quality of the soul skills.
Mo Yu knew that ancient alchemists in the Douqi Continent could maximize soul strength to rival some powerful fighting skills. These methods were called soul skills.
Although most soul skills have become extinct, some hidden alchemists still master a few.
Despite the different continents, the use of soul power is similar. According to Douqi Continent's methods, the spiral soul seal performed by Mo Yu was not inferior to Xuan-level intermediate soul skills.
Soul skills, like fighting skills, are crucial. A strong fighter without fighting skills can only rely on their fighting spirit, putting them at a disadvantage against those with fighting skills.
Therefore, after Mo Yin displayed his fighting skills, Mo Yu also used his soul skills without hesitation.
"Spiral Soul Seal!"
With the shout, the tremendous soul power in Mo Yu's hand solidified instantly, and a spiral-like soul skill seal erupted like lightning, rushing directly toward the black evil spear!
Although the soul spiral seal is invisible, the strange pressure it exerts can make one feel breathless even from a distance.
Mo Yin was naturally shocked by Mo Yu's move. He had never seen such a method before, using soul power to perform skills similar to fighting skills. In his view, even Gu He, the top alchemist in the Gama Empire, did not have such a technique.
A strong murderous intent flashed in Mo Yin's eyes. The young man's extraordinary methods were shattering his expectations. If he didn't kill Mo Yu, he would likely develop an obsession!
With this thought, Mo Yin's face turned ferocious. The black fighting spirit in his body surged again, gathering around the terrifying spear and fiercely bombarding the spiral soul seal.
"Bang!"
The spiral soul seal and the black evil spear collided. Invisible ripples of wind surged from the point of impact, causing the ground above to ripple with air energy. Countless trees exploded into sawdust with a bang.
As they collided, Mo Yu was shaken back dozens of steps by the terrifying invisible force. He planted his long hair into the ground, leaving a long mark of dozens of meters before he finally stopped.
"Puff!"
After stabilizing himself, Mo Yu felt a salty taste in his throat and then spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground beneath him red.
After wiping the blood from his mouth, Mo Yu's face grew a bit gloomy. Though his soul power was strong, it was only comparable to an ordinary great fighting master. Mo Yin's strength, being a four-star grand master with a dark fighting spirit and remarkable fighting skills, was comparable to that of a five or six-star grand master.
Even Xiao Zhan, the head of the Xiao family, might not be his match.
This spiral soul seal was almost Mo Yu's most powerful means at the moment. If the battle continued, he might only be able to escape intact by burning his soul power.
The aftereffects of burning soul power were severe, but saving his life was the most crucial thing right now.
Just as Mo Yu was considering his next move, a shocking murderous intent suddenly swept over him. A shadow beneath his feet transformed into a human figure, wielding a black dagger, and stabbed fiercely at his head.
"Mo Yu, die!"
The figure was Mo Yin. At this moment, he had lost his previous composure. His solid fighting spirit armor had been blown to pieces, and his black robe was extremely tattered, revealing his skinny, ferocious face smeared with fresh blood.
Mo Yin had clearly suffered significant damage in the collision between fighting skills and soul skills.
With Mo Yin's sudden attack, it seemed as though Mo Yu had no time to react and allowed the black dagger to pierce his head.
Seeing this thrilling scene, Mo Yin was filled with incomparable excitement. Who would have thought that a fighter could push him, a renowned fighter from the northeastern provinces, to such a point?
However, just as Mo Yin thought he had accomplished his mission and finally killed Mo Yu, the boy's figure began to slowly dissipate before his incredulous eyes.
"Is this an afterimage?"
Seeing this, the experienced Mo Yin was confused. His ferocious face, like a demon from hell, exuded a terrifying and sinister murderous intent.
"That was a close call!"
As Mo Yin's black dagger shattered the afterimage, Mo Yu in another corner breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, he had felt an unprecedented sense of danger and had hurriedly used Shadow Flash to replace his real body and avoid the fatal attack.
Mo Yin's ability to carry out stealth assassinations through shadows was truly formidable.
"Little bastard, you're not escaping from me today!" Mo Yin growled, his eyes filled with vicious intent. The more the young man escaped, the stronger Mo Yin's killing intent grew.
Hearing this, Mo Yu's face darkened. Mo Yin's assassination methods were difficult to guard against. Escaping would be nearly impossible unless he could either kill or seriously injure his opponent.
Just as Mo Yu was preparing to burn his soul power for a heavy blow, he saw the familiar black dagger in Mo Yin's hand. Mo Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, and a strange arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.