Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 145 Yin Soul Remnant_1

Chapter 145: Chapter 145 Yin Soul Remnant_1

Ten private rooms, ten team leaders, their strength didn’t have too much of a difference, but there were certainly gaps to be noted.

In order to provide better motivation for these people to improve, the treatment between the ten private rooms also varied slightly.

Of course, it wasn’t as significant as the gaps between the three tiers.

From tenth to first, it was a process of ascent.

Zhang Yuan was a Martial Artist at the Martial Vein Sixth Peak, roughly on par with the ten team leaders in cultivation level. He came from a town similar to Tianfeng City, and he was the top talent there.

It was inevitable that he was prideful.

Nevertheless, he didn’t dare challenge the team leaders who were ranked higher outright and instead chose the weakest—the tenth leader.

Naturally, according to his own words, this was a test of his sword. If the challenge was successful, he would then strike at the stronger martial artists ahead.

"You want to challenge me?"

The door to the private room opened and a man and a woman emerged.

The man was Yin Ran, the tenth team leader, and the woman was his maid.

This maid was typically meticulously chosen by the General’s Mansion, strong in her own right and extremely loyal.

Yin Ran was a slender and tall figure, as if a gust of wind could whisk him away at any moment.

His complexion was pale without a hint of color, and his face bore no smile, he even kept coughing, seemingly as if he were at death’s door.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said with a smile, "I am Zhang Yuan, a new disciple who just joined Hidden Dragon Camp. I have come to seek instruction."

Zhang Yuan lacked Ling Xiao’s insight, so in his eyes, Yin Ran was just a sickly invalid.

But Ling Xiao could see that this Yin Ran had extremely fearsome strength, definitely not inferior to Lin Chen, and likely also had a Broken Martial Soul.

His sickly condition was very likely related to his Broken Martial Soul rather than a severe bodily illness.

Because through his façade, Ling Xiao could tell that this man’s vitality was exceedingly strong, with no sign of being diminished at all.

"Seeking instruction? There’s no need for such courteous words, make your move. If you win, both this private room and the maid will belong to you!"

Amidst coughing, Yin Ran put on a pair of gloves.

It was clear that these were not ordinary gloves but likely woven from precious materials such as Heavenly Silkworm Silk, and when combined with Gang Qi, they are as tough as knives and swords.

"That’s good to hear!"

Ling Xiao challenged Yin Ran for the house and maid, as well as better treatment and a better instructor.

Since Yin Ran was so sensible, there was no need for further words.

Suddenly, his figure flickered and the longsword in his hands vibrated as he unleashed a dazzling display of Sword Techniques.

Flowing Cloud Nine Swords!

The sword technique was a top-tier beginner-stage Martial Arts, as was his body movement technique.

Moreover, both were cultivated to the Perfection realm.

No wonder he dared to challenge a team leader—his strength was definitely not to be underestimated.

Such strength, if placed in Tianfeng City, would probably be unsurpassable by anyone except for Ling Xiao and Ling Yixue.

Yin Ran merely glanced indifferently, his expression unchanged, and then lightly flicked out a palm.

Bone Dissolving Soft Palm!

His palm technique was very peculiar, seemingly light and without momentum, but where the palm wind passed, there was an aura of death.

A fallen leaf that inadvertently landed on the path of the palm wind withered and decayed instantly.

Just like the top-tier beginner-stage Martial Skills, also at the realm of Perfection, but Yin Ran’s grasp on Martial Skills was clearly better than Zhang Yuan’s by a good measure.

This palm strike targeted the weakest link in Zhang Yuan’s sword technique.

"Clang!"

"Boom!"

As top-tier Martial Skills of the same realm clashed, Zhang Yuan’s complexion changed dramatically as he hastily retreated. Nevertheless, his sword-wielding right hand still shook uncontrollably, nearly dropping the sword.

Not only that, but a part of his sleeve was also visibly corroded.

Astonishment!

Fear!

It was hard to say what Zhang Yuan was feeling now, as Martial Skills of the same realm resulted in such a vast difference in attack power; this could only mean that there was a huge gap between their skill levels.

To the side, Ling Xiao’s eyes also brightened.

Without his own Mountain and River Martial Soul, Yin Ran was still able to catch his opponent’s flaws. Such a person was very terrifying indeed.

Bone-dissolving Cold Wind!

Yin Ran didn’t give Zhang Yuan time to be surprised, and as soon as one move succeeded, the second followed.

It was still the Bone Dissolving Soft Palm, but the technique had undergone some changes, the palm wind became even more chilling with a tinge of yin energy, and through his palms one could faintly see the emergence of black Gang Qi.

This kind of aura made the watching martial artists feel a shiver run down their spines.

Some even immediately experienced auditory hallucinations, as if the sounds of ghosts weeping and wolves howling were coming from their ears.

Ninety percent Sword Intent!

Break for me!

It was already too late for Zhang Yuan to dodge, so he didn’t retreat but advanced instead, raising his Sword Intent to ninety percent, and the spiritual impact of the Bone Dissolving Soft Palm instantly dissipated into nothingness.

He thrust his sword, attempting to turn the tide.

Yin Wind Step!

However, Yin Ran seemed to have predicted this move and suddenly disappeared, reappearing behind Zhang Yuan.

Blood Explosion!

An even more terrifying martial skill was unleashed, as Yin Ran’s right hand was enveloped in a ball of blood-red light, within which one could faintly see a skull that seemed to appear and disappear intermittently.

The terrifying aura spread out, startling many onlooking disciples into backing away.

This caused Ling Xiao and Ling Yixue, who had originally been standing at the back of the crowd, to end up at the very front.

"Goodness, this Blood Explosion must be a lethal technique derived from the Bone Dissolving Soft Palm."

"Sigh, there’s no helping it, all ten captains are freaks, their talent and perceptiveness are just too terrifying!"

"None of us could withstand this palm strike."

"Don’t forget, up to now, Yin Ran has yet to employ his Yin Soul Remnant."

Mentioning Yin Ran’s Broken Soul, everyone’s faces grew pale.

From Yin Ran’s way of attacking, it was clear that he specialized in sinister martial skills.

There is no inherent good or evil in martial arts; if these skills are utilized for good, then naturally they belong to orthodox martial arts.

But if used in perverse and crooked ways, then they become heretical martial arts.

This was also the reason why Yin Ran was not expelled from the Hidden Dragon Camp.

"Zhang Yuan won’t be able to block this palm strike!"

Ling Xiao sighed.

He was now beginning to understand why, among so many commoner disciples, only Zhang Yuan was so rash as to challenge a captain-level martial artist.

Because the longer one stays in the Hidden Dragon Camp, the more one would understand just how terrifying these ten captains are.

Zhang Yuan was new, only having arrived three days ago, and was ignorant of these facts, so he had the audacity of a new recruit who does not fear tigers.

But audacity is one thing, and strength is another.

It’s only normal for a cub to be eaten by a tiger.

One hundred percent Sword Intent!

Flowing Cloud Burial!

In a critical moment, Zhang Yuan exploded with all his latent potential.

One hundred percent Sword Intent, nearing the power of a Broken Soul.

Flowing Cloud Burial was the strongest technique among the Flowing Cloud Nine Swords.

With this sword thrust, it seemed as though he wanted to pierce the heavens themselves.

The terrifying Sword Intent converged onto his longsword, forcing the surrounding disciples to retreat a few steps again.

The spot where Ling Xiao and Ling Yixue stood became even more conspicuous at the front.

Boom!

The tip of the sword was blocked by a palm.

The two faced off again in a direct confrontation.

In that instant, Ling Xiao saw something ghastly appear behind Yin Ran for a moment before disappearing just as quickly.

In that brief moment when it appeared, Yin Ran’s attack suddenly intensified.

It looked very much like a cloaked skeleton.

Its eyes glowed red, and it was holding a book in its hands, appearing extremely malevolent.

This must be Yin Ran’s Broken Martial Soul—Yin Soul Remnant.

Amidst the huge roar, the ground was blown into a deep pit.