LRAB Chapter 55 Crushing
Chapter 55 Crushing
Chapter 55 Crushing
The next day.
After tidying up his clothes, Lu Xingchen left the hotel and ran towards Tianhai Stadium.
Although he had signed up for both the Soul Master Battle and the Blacksmith Competition, Lu Xingchen was not worried that the two events would overlap.
Because of the Soul Master competition, he signed up for the junior group competition.
For the blacksmith competition, he registered for the youth group, which is for those aged fifteen to twenty.
According to the rules of the Tianhai Alliance Tournament, the youth group competition will only begin after all the junior group competitions have been completed.
This is a carefully designed strategy by the Tianhai Alliance to attract viewers: first, to stir up the audience's emotions with a youthful and inexperienced duel between geniuses in the junior group.
Then, the strongest members of the youth and adult groups took turns to appear, showcasing the vitality and strength of the Tianhai Alliance from the younger generation to the core members, keeping the entire event exciting.
In this way, the timelines of the two competitions are naturally staggered, providing Lu Xingchen with ample room to fight on two fronts.
Tianhai Stadium.
As the largest stadium in all cities of the Tianhai Alliance, it can accommodate 80,000 spectators at the same time. At this moment, the stands are already full and the noise is deafening.
Even though it was just the first round of elimination matches for the junior group, it attracted countless ordinary people to watch the game.
For ordinary people, the core charm of Soul Master battles lies in the dazzling clash of Soul Skills. As for the difference in strength between the two sides, it is not the most crucial factor. As long as the scene is cool and exciting enough, it is enough to make them cheer.
Within the competition area, dozens of circular arenas are arranged side by side, each with a diameter of about thirty meters, surrounded by a soul-guided defensive shield to prevent the power of soul skills from leaking out.
At this time, the various arenas had already started fighting, with the illusory images of martial spirits and the light of soul skills intertwining, dazzling the eyes.
Lu Xingchen checked the competition schedule and confirmed that due to the large number of participants, the junior group would first need to go through three rounds of elimination to select 64 people before entering the official competition. His first round match was scheduled for venue number twenty-seven.
Although it was his first time participating in such a competition, Lu Xingchen wasn't particularly nervous.
Just kidding. He's even killed Soul King-level Death Messengers. How could he possibly be nervous when facing a bunch of weaklings who are at most only at the third ring level?
Soon, his opponent also stepped onto the field: a boy who was 1.5 meters tall, with a tall figure, but his eyes were full of confusion, obviously also a first-time participant.
However, when the boy saw Lu Xingchen, who was only 1.1 meters tall, the tension in his eyes disappeared instantly. He had been worried that he might be matched with a powerful opponent, but looking at the little guy in front of him, he suddenly felt that he was terrifyingly strong.
The referee in charge of the match was a serious-looking middle-aged man. He walked between the two and solemnly read out the rules: "The rules of the match are simple and clear. You are free to use your offensive methods without worrying too much. I will intervene at critical moments to ensure your safety."
"If one side voluntarily admits defeat, loses the ability to fight, or is judged by me to be of a significantly different strength, they will be declared the loser."
You have thirty seconds to prepare. I will begin the countdown in the last five seconds. Ready to begin.
"Five, four, three, two, one! The game begins!"
As the referee finished speaking, two yellow spirit rings instantly lit up under Lu Xingchen's opponent's feet, and a huge spiked club, as tall as a person, appeared out of thin air in his hand. The club was covered with sharp iron spikes and exuded a fierce aura. "First Spirit Skill: The Power of the Wolf".
"The Second Soul —"
"snort!"
Before the opponent could finish releasing his soul skill, Lu Xingchen stomped his left foot on the ground and shot out like a cannonball.
Although the audience sequence has limited physical enhancements, after advancing to sequence five, his physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people his age. The 30-meter competition platform is just a few steps away for him.
The boy was clearly caught off guard by Lu Xingchen's sudden attack. His pupils contracted sharply, and in his haste, he could only grip the spiked club tightly with both hands and hold it horizontally in front of him in an attempt to block.
"Receive the baptism of holy light."
A flash of light appeared on Lu Xingchen's right hand, and a golden cross appeared in his hand—his Soul Holy Light Cross.
He exerted force with his arm, swung the cross directly, and smashed it hard against the other party's spiked club.
"Bang!"
A dull thud rang out, and the spiked club flew out of his hand, hurtling towards the edge of the arena with a whistling sound before being bounced back by the soul-guided shield.
Before the boy could react, Lu Xingchen had already lunged forward, the golden cross stopping just centimeters from his face. The cold metallic touch and the warm aura of holy light came at the same time, causing the boy to freeze in place instantly.
"stop!"
Almost the instant the cross came to a stop, the referee darted between the two and reached out to block Lu Xingchen's arm.
Years of experience in officiating made him clearly aware that Lu Xingchen had not truly exerted his strength; otherwise, the boy would have already lost his ability to fight.
"You have such poor practical experience! How did you even come to participate in the competition?" The referee turned to the boy, who was slumped on the ground, pale with fright, and his tone was clearly disappointed.
"I... my soul skills are very strong, I can also—" The boy's voice trembled as he tried to explain, but he was too terrified to speak coherently.
The referee snorted coldly, his tone stern: "Go back and practice some real combat before you come back. A Soul Master who can't even hold onto their own Martial Soul is useless no matter how many Soul Skills they possess."
This brief duel lasted only a few seconds from start to finish, and ended with Lu Xingchen's overwhelming victory.
The referee looked at Lu Xingchen with more approval in his eyes and handed him a brand new number plate: "Congratulations on your victory. Take this number plate and prepare to participate in the second round of the competition."
"Thank you, referee." Lu Xingchen took the number plate, nodded slightly, and then turned and walked down from the ring.
"So weak!"
As he stepped off the stage, Lu Xingchen couldn't help but murmur a sentence, his tone filled with genuine emotion.
This was not arrogance or complacency, but rather his heartfelt words.
In the battle just now, he neither used his mental power to predict the outcome nor used any soul skills. He simply smashed his opponent's martial soul away by relying on his physical qualities, which far exceeded those of his peers, as well as the hardness and weight of the Holy Light Cross of his soul spirit.
Of course, his superior physical abilities were certainly a factor, but the main reason was the extreme lack of combat awareness in his opponent.
The panic in the face of unexpected situations, the awkward connection of soul skills, and the sluggish transition between offense and defense, all these shortcomings combined to make this duel a one-sided crushing defeat.
Lu Xingchen carefully put away the new number plate and turned his attention to the other matches that were in progress on the field.
(P.S.: The competition won't last long; the author is just providing an introduction, and this part will be fast-forwarded through later.)
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