Although the power generated by the collision between the strongest soul skills of two top fire-attribute martial soul owners cannot be called world-destroying, it is definitely earth-shattering.
A huge mushroom cloud of flames rose up, setting off a monstrous heat wave. Even Bibi Dong, Tan Zhongming and others in front of the Pope's Palace halfway up the mountain felt their faces getting hot.
Accompanied by the bright and dazzling golden-red light, the granite, which had been specially reinforced by the soul guide and was harder than gold and iron, had turned into hot golden-red magma under the extreme and terrifying high temperature.
Of course, Ma Hongjun didn't feel good either. As the mushroom-shaped cloud spread, he was blown away like a kite with its string broken.
With two bangs in succession, he and Yan fell heavily from mid-air to the ground.
Ma Hongjun struggled to get up and spat out a mouthful of blood. Regardless of his injuries, he quickly ran towards Yan with ghostly shadows under his feet.
Through the fight just now, he knew very well that with Yan's strength and the power of the fusion of the two flames, Yan could not completely lose his combat effectiveness. He had to make up for it with another blow.
After all, his flames are not strange fires, but come from martial souls and soul rings, as well as from the techniques he cultivates. Their power is directly linked to his own martial souls and soul rings.
The fusion of two flames is, at best, the explosive power of the fusion of two soul rings, and if there is a martial soul amplification, the power can still be exerted normally, but for the sake of acting, he has not entered the state of martial soul possession. Naturally, the power is not as good as before.
On the other side, Yan also struggled to get up. He felt burning pain all over his body, and his huge body, which was more than one foot tall, was forced to return to his normal height.
"I didn't expect that Ma Hongjun has such a terrifying soul skill. Fortunately, my martial spirit is the Fire Lord and has extremely powerful defense. Otherwise, I might have to lie down now."
Yan muttered softly, but was extremely surprised in his heart. His injuries were much more serious than Ma Hongjun's. Although his fundamentals were not damaged, he no longer had the strength to fight anymore, but at least his goal had been achieved.
"It's a pity that this person is destined to be the enemy of our Wuhun Palace, and he is also the person named by His Majesty the Pope to eradicate. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind making friends with him."
Yan Qing sighed. They were both top-notch fire-attribute martial souls, and the two of them had been fighting for a long time. He found that he had a sympathetic affection for Ma Hongjun.
But it's a pity that they belong to different camps and they are destined not to be friends in the future.
In the square, the raging flames slowly dissipated, revealing the damaged pits, alternating scorched black and dark red, and the site like glass.
Ma Hongjun came at a very fast speed, his palms were glittering and translucent, glowing with red gold luster, and he was about to hit Yan's chest with a powerful punch.
At this time, Yan opened his mouth and shouted, "Referee, I recognize it."
"I recognize your sister." Ma Hongjun hummed.
He had quick hands and quick eyes. As he spoke, his fist moved up instantly, and his two punches directly covered Yan's eye sockets.
Of course, he also removed most of the force from his fists.
"you."
Yan's eyes turned black and blue instantly, as if he was wearing a pair of special sunglasses. He glared and said, "Ma Hongjun, you don't follow martial ethics."
Ma Hongjun grabbed Yan's neck and said coldly, "You said I don't follow martial ethics? Who doesn't follow martial ethics? You deserve this."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his knee and pushed it against Yan's belly. At the same time, his other hand was not idle, and he punched Yan's handsome face.
"I recognize them all."
Yan's voice was slurred, and his eyes were full of anger. He wanted to eat Ma Hongjun. The good impression he had on him just now was suddenly gone with these few punches.
"I recognize your sister, yes."
Ma Hongjun didn't let Yan say those two words, threw him to the ground, turned over and rode up.
Amidst the banging sound, Yan's handsome face, as sharp as a knife, soon turned into a big fat man.
After beating him violently for a while, Ma Hongjun looked at Yan whose face was swollen and made him look fat. He felt all the anger in his heart and lifted him up from the ground. He said with a surprised look on his face, "By the way, what did you want to say just now?"
"snort!"
He snorted and gritted his teeth and said, "Ma Hongjun, you'd better pray that you don't fall into my hands, otherwise I will break all your bones inch by inch, take out your heart and liver, cut off your flesh, and roast it." Chop it into pieces and feed it all to the dogs.”
His eyes were so cold that it was scary. He was obviously a martial spirit with the fire attribute, but the light bursting out of his eyes seemed to be able to freeze a person's soul to pieces.
Yan swore that one day he would take back all the humiliation he suffered today.
"I'm waiting. Brother Tao, announce the result of the game."
Ma Hongjun said with a sneer on his face and let go of Yan. Don't think that Shrek is really easy to bully. Wouldn't he be able to see through their tricks?
There is no way to drain his soul power or even let him surrender easily after being injured.
Moreover, he dealt such a cruel blow to Liu Qingxuan, so he would retaliate and treat him in his own way.
Although Su Yuntao announced the result of the game, everyone in Shrek immediately cheered and silently gave Ma Hongjun a thumbs up.
"Oh, it's so refreshing. Brother Jun beat me really well."
"Haha, I feel comfortable."
"It's so comfortable, my mind is at ease."
"..."
If you block Yan's mouth and prevent him from admitting defeat, then he is still in the game. Even if the people of Wuhun Palace see that he is seeking revenge, so what?
When Ma Hongjun did this, he did not end the game and did not maim or kill his opponent. It was completely within the rules of the game.
In front of the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong secretly cursed the bad luck, what a waste, what a great opportunity, she wished Yan would commit suicide immediately, that would give her an excuse to intervene.
On the other side, Xie Yue had a cold murderous intent in his eyes and waved to the two substitutes behind him, "You guys go up and help Yan down to heal his injuries."
Su Yuntao glanced at the destroyed square, looked at Bibi Dong in front of the Pope's Palace halfway up the mountain, and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Pope, will the game continue?"
He has now determined that although they are both Soul Masters at the Soul King level, the abilities shown by Ma Hongjun all show that he has reached the point where he needs to look up to him.
In fact, this is already very obvious. Just looking at the colors of their respective soul rings, he only has two white, one yellow and two purple soul rings, while Ma Hongjun has one yellow, two purple and one black. This shows how big the gap between them is. How huge.
Su Yuntao looked at Bibi Dong with a hint of passion in his eyes, but he lowered his head in an instant. He couldn't help but wonder, the entire competition venue was destroyed like a ruin. Can this competition continue?
"The game continues."
Bibi Dong gave Su Yuntao a definite answer. How could Yan just give up on the results he had finally achieved?
As she said this, she ordered Ju Douluo behind her, "Yueguan, go and hurry up and let the field maintenance staff repair it faster, so as not to delay the progress of the game."
"Yes, His Majesty the Pope." Ju Douluo responded, and with the petals of the purple chrysanthemum fluttering, his figure disappeared in an instant.
Seeing this, Ma Hongjun fortunately retreated to the edge of the field. He didn't care about the tattered uniform on his body. He simply treated the wounds on his body and then sat on the ground. It was important to seize the time to restore his soul power.
In a moment, accompanied by a mechanical sound like the rotation of gear bearings, a grid-like light curtain of blue-gray hexagonal patterns emerged from the fragmented ground.
Just like the soul guidance device protective shield activated in the Tiandou Great Soul Fighting Arena during the preliminary rounds, these devices currently being repaired by Wuhun Palace are also soul guidance devices obtained from the ruins of ancient civilizations.
However, these things are rare. Only the Spirit Hall and the Great Soul Fighting Arena, such wealthy organizations, will use these soul tools to decorate the competition venues.
Invisible soul power fluctuations filled the entire competition field. Ma Hongjun, who was recovering his soul power, felt something in his heart and started running Tai Chi with all his strength.
He would be a bastard if he didn't take advantage of him. Regardless of how much soul power he could plunder, he would be a fool if he didn't seize the time to recover from such a rare opportunity.
Time passed slowly, accompanied by violent soul power fluctuations, the hexagonal blue-gray grid flickered and spread. Before Ma Hongjun could recover much soul power, the entire competition field had completely changed.
Ma Hongjun sighed helplessly. The soul power in his body had only recovered less than 30%, and the next battle might be a bit difficult.
This was because he had just used a lot of soul power to repair the site, and he didn't even use the soul power to heal his injuries.
Despite the ease with which he defeated Yan Sheng in the end, he himself was also injured in the fierce collision with his opponent.
Of course, if Ma Hongjun didn't mind being exposed and entered the spirit-possessed state, it would be hard to say whether he would be injured.
