After the first Soul Duel Competition, since he could only participate in one match per day in the one-on-one format, Yang Xiong returned to the hotel alone to review the specifics of the battle.
Yang Xiong was a little nervous at the beginning of this Soul Duel Competition, but he hadn't trained for so many years for nothing, and the countless resources invested in him hadn't been wasted. Although he didn't use any soul skills, in terms of Strength, Speed, flexibility, and other aspects, he should be among the strongest group of Soul Greatmasters. He just didn't know if there was any difference compared to those with truly top-tier Martial Souls.
And the opportunity to encounter such top-tier Martial Souls in the Soul Duel Arena was not frequent, after all, the true core direct descendants of sects didn't travel outside much.
The next day, Yang Xiong meditated alone in the hotel during the day and continued to go to the Soul Duel Arena for matches in the evening.
When Yang Xiong competed again, this opponent was even taller than yesterday's opponent. From the looks of it, his height had reached two meters and two, like a giant fatty. He looked to weigh at least over four hundred jin. His upper body was still mostly bare, and he wore long pants on his lower body. He looked extremely fierce.
Compared to him, the one-meter-seven Yang Xiong looked relatively much smaller.
Yang Xiong couldn't help but complain: Are there many exhibitionists on the Douluo Continent? Do they dislike wearing combat suits to show off their muscles?
However, when the host announced the opponent's Martial Soul, Yang Xiong was also surprised, because this person had twenty-eight levels of soul power and his Martial Soul was the Diamond Mammoth.
Yang Xiong was also startled. The Diamond Mammoth was the inherited Martial Soul of the Elephant Armor Sect, one of the Lower Four Sects, known as the number one defensive Martial Soul in the world. It was definitely a very powerful Martial Soul, probably much stronger than yesterday's opponent.
Moreover, unexpectedly, this person didn't use a nickname on the stage but directly used his name, Huyan Meng. And the twenty-eight-level Huyan Meng had actually achieved a record of nine wins and one loss, which was quite good.
After stepping onto the stage, Huyan Meng saw Yang Xiong's physique and record and showed disdain on his face: "Kid, you should go back quickly. This kind of arena match is not something a child like you can participate in."
Yang Xiong smiled slightly: "Aren't you just a bit older? I want to see what strength you have."
Huyan Meng's face instantly darkened: "Since you, little kid, like to talk big, I will crush your bones and let you know the true cruelty of soul duels."
Yang Xiong smiled without speaking. He really didn't want to bother too much with this kind of loudmouth king. The entire Elephant Armor Sect seemed to have this kind of arrogant disposition.
However, when the actual match began, Yang Xiong realized that this guy wasn't just tough-mouthed, but his body was truly tough.
During the Soul Duel Competition preparation time, both sides summoned their Martial Souls and Soul Rings. Huyan Meng also had two yellow Soul Rings, but after the huge Diamond Mammoth possessed him, his entire body seemed to become even stronger. At least in terms of aura, he was much stronger than yesterday's wild bull opponent.
After the host announced the start of the match, Huyan Meng charged towards Yang Xiong like a wild bull, and directly threw a punch, which looked extremely simple and brutal.
Yang Xiong also threw a punch to meet it, but after their fists collided, both of them actually took a step back at the same time. Even Yang Xiong was surprised. He knew that he had used sixty percent of his Strength in that punch just now, but they could only fight to a draw.
Especially Huyan Meng's fist was extremely hard. Yang Xiong felt as if he had punched granite.
Huyan Meng was also a little surprised: "Kid, your strength is not small. Let me see how your fist can break my defense."
Huyan Meng's Speed was extremely fast. Despite his huge size, his body was surprisingly flexible, and every punch and kick was full of power.
Yang Xiong was not to be outdone. He suppressed Huyan Meng in both Strength and Speed at the same time, hitting Huyan Meng several times in a row, and even heavily kicking his left shoulder.
But Huyan Meng was completely unaffected. His entire body was as hard as iron, and even Yang Xiong's continuous attacks were easily blocked by him.
After fighting for a full three minutes, Huyan Meng burst into laughter: "Kid, your strength is not bad, but unfortunately you can't break my defense. If you only have this much strength, you can't beat me."
Huyan Meng's Second Soul Ring flashed, and his already strong body expanded again. His Strength was clearly much stronger than before. This was his Second Soul Skill: Mammoth Strength.
Yang Xiong still fought back with sixty percent of his Strength. With just one blow, he felt a huge force on his body, and he actually retreated two meters, while Huyan Meng remained motionless.
At this moment, Yang Xiong couldn't help but smile: "Now this is a bit interesting, otherwise this soul duel would be meaningless."
When Huyan Meng attacked again, Yang Xiong's Speed was much faster than before. He blocked Huyan Meng's attack with a hand chop, and his hands suddenly changed at this moment. His five fingers were like sharp claws, quickly grabbing Huyan Meng's arm.
Huyan Meng's defense was indeed strong. Even though Yang Xiong only used sixty percent of his Strength, this was already enough to defeat yesterday's opponent. Only five faint blood marks appeared on Huyan Meng's hand.
But before Huyan Meng could react, Yang Xiong actually swept his right leg, directly hitting the joint of Huyan Meng's left leg. Huyan Meng's entire body felt pain, and his figure became a little unstable at this moment.
Yang Xiong seized this fleeting opportunity, his hands like claws gripping Huyan Meng's shoulders. At the same time, he delivered an elbow strike to Huyan Meng's head and finished with a kick from his right foot, sending Huyan Meng flying seven or eight meters away.
Huyan Meng, having taken consecutive hits from Yang Xiong, looked to be in very poor condition. His shoulders appeared to have five bloody holes, and blood was streaming from the corner of his eye. It seemed that even for the Elephant Armor Sect, the head was still a relatively weak point.
Yang Xiong didn't press his advantage. He simply wanted to use the battle to hone his skills; victory or defeat was no longer the most crucial factor.
Huyan Meng's body was exceptionally tough. He quickly scrambled up from the ground and wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Good kid, this is the first time I've been injured after so many Soul Duel Competitions. It seems I'll have to show some real strength now."
Yang Xiong stretched his limbs. "I hope your strength is a little tougher than your mouth, otherwise you won't be able to beat me."
Huyan Meng's first soul ring flickered. A layer of earthy yellow energy seemed to cover his already imposing body, like a protective shield. This was his first soul skill: Mammoth Defense.
Yang Xiong was slightly surprised. "It's not a purely defensive skill, but a body defense amplification soul skill. That's rare."
"But I am curious. With your strength and physical condition, especially your formidable defense coupled with two rare amplification soul skills, you should have no opponents among Soul Greatmasters. How did you lose that match?"
He planned to learn Baji Quan later. He always felt that this kind of combat lacked a certain artistic conception and intensity.
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