Yan immediately unleashed his strongest move—his Fourth Soul Skill.
He wasn't underestimating his opponent, nor did he intend to give Dugu Feng any time to react.
In an instant, the air on the Soul Duel Stage grew thick and oppressive.
The atmosphere became turbulent, transforming into violent currents infused with dark-red smoke that enveloped the entire stage.
"Magma Hell—consider it an honor to witness my Fourth Soul Skill!"
Yan smirked cruelly.
The ground of the Soul Duel Stage began bubbling with searing magma.
Dugu Feng, standing amidst it all, looked as though he were submerged in molten lava.
This was Yan's Fourth Soul Skill—Magma Hell.
The ground churned with boiling bubbles, while the air twisted with scorching heatwaves.
No matter where one stood, there was no escaping his assault.
Yet Dugu Feng remained composed.
Even as magma surged and terrifying flames lashed at him, the attacks dissipated the moment they touched him—like fireballs plunging into snow, vanishing into nothingness.
Upon closer inspection, a violet mist had emerged from his hands, enveloping his entire body before transforming into a shimmering purple glow.
The eerie violet radiance dissolved the scorching heat, converting the fiery elements into purple dust that dissipated into the air.
The blazing magma that should have consumed Dugu Feng instead merged into the purple powder and vanished.
Around him, it was as if a deathly purple silence had descended.
Poison was not just a weapon—it was also a shield.
Fire was poison's natural enemy, but when poison reached a certain level of potency, it could extinguish flames just the same.
Moreover, Dugu Feng was using Mixed Poison—a volatile toxin that clashed with the surging magma like scattered snowflakes, annihilating each other.
Of course, the three Soul Bones within Dugu Feng's body were also key to his confidence.
The Scorpion Pincers on his shoulders, the Eight Spider Lances on his back, and the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone—these Soul Bones provided him with defenses far beyond ordinary comprehension.
And he wore yet another treasure.
The Eight Treasure Ruyi Soft Armor.
A Divine Craftsman Masterpiece crafted by Lou Gao, capable of withstanding attacks below the sixth Spirit Ring.
This was something he had won from Ning Rongrong, and he had been wearing it ever since.
With so many layers of defense, combined with his physical resilience, Dugu Feng had only one thing to say:
Yan, your calculations are wrong.
He continued striding forward, unwavering.
His cold gaze remained fixed on Yan.
So far, he had yet to unleash a single offensive skill.
But the fact that he could walk through the roiling magma without flinching, completely unharmed, was proof enough of his overwhelming strength.
Phoenix Ablaze!
The phrase flashed through the minds of every watching Soul Master.
The way he moved through the flames was like a phoenix ready to be reborn.
"Dugu Feng! Dugu Feng!"
"Dugu Feng!"
The deafening cheers shook the entire Soul Duel Arena.
"Impossible! Even I wouldn't dare take Yan's Fourth Soul Skill head-on—how can he?!"
Xie Yue was stunned.
Dugu Feng was genuinely enduring Yan's Fourth Soul Skill without evasion.
"Such potent poison... and such formidable physical resilience!"
Hu Liena exhaled in amazement beside him.
The violet glow around Dugu Feng continuously dissolved the flames.
Thus, though Yan's Magma Hell appeared to strike Dugu Feng directly...
In fact, most of it was dissolved the moment it fell.
"This battle won't be so easy anymore!"
Hu Liena spoke, still refusing to believe that Yan could lose.
For Dugu Feng, a Soul Expert, to dissolve Yan's Soul Ancestor-level Soul Skill—even if he managed it—would undoubtedly consume an enormous amount of Soul Power.
Dugu Feng definitely couldn't hold out.
On the Soul Duel Stage, Yan and Dugu Feng had originally stood on opposite sides.
Now, Dugu Feng had already advanced to the center of the stage and was continuing to close the distance toward Yan.
The closer he got, the stronger his aura became, like the descent of the god of death. He was almost upon Yan.
At the same time, an intense Killing Intent rose from his body.
He hadn't fully unleashed his Slaughter God Domain, but he could still call upon his Killing Intent.
The overwhelming Killing Intent shocked Yan.
For an instant, his mind was flooded with visions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and a trace of fear flickered in his spirit.
"How could I be afraid? Die!
Hell Blaze!"
Yan could no longer endure Dugu Feng's mounting pressure.
He activated his Third Soul Skill, an enhancement ability that doubled the attack power of his flames, as well as his physical defense and strength.
Yan also closed in on Dugu Feng.
Originally, he hadn't planned to do this, as getting too close to Dugu Feng risked poisoning.
That was why he had wisely used a wide-range attack skill like Magma Hell.
But since that move hadn't taken Dugu Feng down, he had no choice but to close the distance.
Under the boost of his Third Soul Skill, Yan's body expanded once more, his height growing to over four meters.
His flames flickered with streaks of blue.
The scorching temperature rose yet again.
He had practically transformed into a giant of fire.
Most astonishing were his arms—dark red, entwined with streams of fiery magma that coiled like dragons as he swung them.
This was his First Soul Skill, Hell Magma Burst, a close-combat attack.
Paired with his Second Soul Skill, Flame Stone, his melee prowess was unmatched among his peers.
But when he tried to approach Dugu Feng, it wasn't so easy.
The third Spirit Ring on Dugu Feng's body lit up.
A surge of deep emerald Soul Power emerged, coalescing into three humanoid silhouettes of light.
The silhouettes flashed and vanished, lunging toward the flame giant.
Dugu Feng had waited until he was close before using his Third Soul Skill to ensure the element of surprise.
Otherwise, Yan's defenses and blazing flames would have greatly diminished its effectiveness.
Now, the very scenario Dugu Feng had feared was unfolding.
Bubbling magma surged from the ground, blocking the path of the silhouettes.
"Blue Phosphorous Twelve Fingers!"
Now, Dugu Feng was going all out.
His fingers danced through the air, striking with precision.
One by one, the bubbles and tendrils of flame were shattered.
"Kill!"
Dugu Feng roared.
Every finger strike carried an aura of coldness, brutality, and grim determination.
His strikes were like sharpened blades.
They ruthlessly pierced the space around Yan.
Meanwhile, the three silhouettes forcefully broke through to Yan's front.
Yan bellowed in response, his two-meter-long flaming arms swinging deftly to smash against the silhouettes.
Flames and violet light erupted.
The scene descended into utter chaos.
For the weaker spectators in the stands, all they could see was a dazzling world of multicolored sparks, within which two figures—one large, one small—clashed.
However, those with strong abilities could see that two of the three light shadows from Dugu Feng's Third Soul Skill had been extinguished, while the remaining one surged toward Yan.
The light shadow quickly softened and coiled around Yan.
Fierce flames blazed across Yan's body, his granite-like skin sizzling audibly.
Earlier, it had been Dugu Feng resisting his Hellfire—now it was Yan defending against Dugu Feng's deadly poison.
The shift between offense and defense had happened in the blink of an eye.
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