In the wilderness, bull soul beasts inhabit the Soul Beast Forest. Unlike their domesticated counterparts, they are fierce, erratic, and easily angered, possessing immense strength. Moreover, they live in herds, making it rare for any soul beast in the entire Soul Beast realm to challenge an entire bull herd.
This is because every bull soul beast boasts sharp horns and tough hooves. If a whole herd is provoked, they will attack relentlessly. Even extremely powerful ten-thousand-year soul beasts can be torn apart by their horns and crushed by their hooves.
Even when hunting, soul beasts resort to ambushes, assassinations, or ways to isolate members of a bull herd. They strive to break down the herd into extremely small groups, hunting them individually or in small numbers. They never target the entire herd.
Every year, from October to November, bull herds, driven by their instincts, enter their mating season. During this time, they engage in duels, akin to soul masters, to win mates.
Generally, bull soul beasts have only one method of dueling: head-on collisions.
Only the victor earns the right to procreate.
However, through countless years of evolution, some bull soul beasts, through numerous battles, have learned cunning amidst their straightforward and honest collisions!
When vying for a mate with an opponent, they would dodge at the very moment of impact, then pivot their heads to thrust their incredibly sharp and hard horns into the opponent's skull!
Bull's Head Turn!
This is an exceptionally brutal and bloodcurdling method of combat within the bull soul beast species. Once employed, it is a guaranteed kill!
Cao Ming was exceptionally lucky; he obtained this deadly technique that few bull soul beasts in the soul beast realm could master.
A massive bull's head regenerated on Cao Ming's body. The fiery horns now became exceptionally solid and sharp.
His once handsome face was now contorted with ferocity and malice. He had endured endless mockery and humiliation, being treated like a fool, all for this very moment.
The sharp horns glinted, their killing intent causing many in the spectator stands to cry out in alarm.
This was not the Death Match Arena!
But if Wang Zhong were to be hit by this attack, he would surely die! For the horns were aimed directly at Wang Zhong's heart!
Many kind-hearted individuals in the audience averted their gazes. Others, full of righteous indignation, began to curse.
"Cao Ming, have you gone mad! You want to kill someone in a soul duel!"
"If you can't win, and can't stand being toyed with, then surrender!"
"You want to win, yet you also want your dignity? Who do you think you are!"
The loudest curses came from the Blazing Fire Academy.
Due to their academy exclusively recruiting fire-attribute soul masters, the intense and passionate nature of fire had also influenced their personalities. Almost every member of the Blazing Fire Academy possessed a strange sense of justice.
If it weren't for the formation protecting the arena, these people might have already intervened.
However, the scene unfolding before them stunned everyone.
"Do you really think I'm an idiot, unable to distinguish between a soul skill and mere physical strength!"
Wang Zhong's cold voice, laced with mockery, emanated from beneath his mask.
Mixing soul skill attacks with ordinary physical strength to conserve soul power, then feigning exhaustion to launch a fatal blow at close range.
A good idea, but far too naive and foolish!
He, Wang Zhong, was naive with the innocence of youth, but he was not a fool!
His body spun around abruptly, and he firmly grasped the bull's horn, which was less than half an inch from his heart. Wang Zhong's exposed emerald eyes were filled with coldness and disdain.
Cao Ming's eyes widened in disbelief. His long-planned strike had been seen through and blocked!
Gritting his teeth, he poured all his remaining strength and soul power into one final surge, determined to drive the horn into Wang Zhong's heart.
"You stubborn fool!"
Wang Zhong's voice now carried a fierce edge.
His gaze suddenly sharpened, a cold glint flashing within. The muscles in his right arm, gripping the horn, bulged. Ferocious power surged through it.
As the power reached its peak, his arm slammed down. With a sharp, piercing crack, Cao Ming's horn, almost solidified, was snapped off.
"Impossible! With the amplification of a thousand-year soul skill, my horns are comparable to top-tier weapon spirits! How could mere human strength break them!"
Cao Ming's heart trembled. His body shook uncontrollably.
To break a weapon spirit with bare hands, what kind of monster was this!
But there was no time for him to ponder this. A palm had already pressed down on his head. Under an immense force, his entire head was slammed into the arena floor.
Bang!
The entire arena, no, the entire soul fighting arena trembled at that moment.
Under everyone's gaze, Cao Ming's head was driven into the arena floor. Cracks spread from that point, covering the entire arena like a spiderweb.
His hand lifted from Cao Ming's head. Wang Zhong stared at his opponent for a moment before turning his gaze to the stunned announcer standing at the edge of the arena.
As those emerald eyes swept over him, the announcer flinched instantly and quickly announced in a trembling voice,
"The winner of this soul duel is, Wood Man!"
Wang Zhong slowly walked off the stage, murmuring, "This is the true use of strength, to inflict pain upon enemies, not to harm those dear to you."
Wang Zhong's figure left the arena and disappeared from the audience's sight. The arena, now covered in cracks, crumbled and turned into ruins.
"Big Brother, we... we actually won against someone like that in a team battle!"
"Are they... are there two of them!"
Huo Fei and Huo Bao swallowed repeatedly, staring at the arena that had turned into a pile of rubble. They were utterly petrified.
The thought of the power capable of destroying a twenty-meter by twenty-meter arena with a single blow made their teeth chatter.
Huo Yuan was equally astonished. The reality before them was too incredible.
Inside the private box, Gui Mei, Yue Guan, and Ling Yuan were all drenched in cold sweat. Cao Ming's attack had terrified the three of them.
Although Wang Zhong's strength was evident to all, his naive and somewhat childish nature was also undeniable.
If Cao Ming's attack had landed true, they dared not imagine what would have happened to Bibi Dong, who was seated with them.
"This little fellow is too terrifying."
Yue Guan let out a soft sigh, feeling both satisfied and anxious about Wang Zhong's performance.
"It seems this little fellow has made significant progress in the past month. At least, his naive nature has faded considerably."
Gui Mei also praised Wang Zhong's performance at this moment.
Bibi Dong listened to their conversation without responding. Only her hand, which had suddenly clenched in tension, slowly relaxed.
Even she had felt her heart skip a beat at that moment.
All four of them knew that Cao Ming had held back. What surprised them was that Cao Ming had intended to kill Wang Zhong, and they worried that Wang Zhong's naive nature would be deceived by the outward appearance.
More importantly, at the final moment, Wang Zhong hadn't dodged by stepping back as he usually did; he had only twisted his body and shifted to the side, something none of the four of them had anticipated.
Furthermore, the distance between them was extremely close. Even with Gui Mei's speed, a rescue might have been impossible.
These factors combined had caused them such intense nervousness.