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Chapter 392 The Desperate Gap

In the center of the arena, Lin You listened to Jing Hongchen's impassioned "lecture" and the surrounding uproar of shocked discussions, but the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

He was speechless.

What's going on with this old guy?
In order to put pressure on his students and motivate them, he revealed his age as a trump card?
Please, the reason pressure can become motivation is because the gap is still within the range of catching up!

When the gap becomes so large that you can't even see their backs, then pressure is no longer motivation, it's despair, a catalyst that makes you want to give up!

A thirteen-year-old four-ring Soul Master withstood the concentrated fire of a level-five Soul Tool with his bare body and easily defeated a fifth-grade elite... This is not a gap that can be bridged by hard work; it is a chasm of talent, a barrier between different species!

Has this old man gone mad from researching soul-guided devices? Doesn't he understand anything about humanity or psychology?

This action is exactly like the Nine-Headed Insect in Journey to the West giving orders to Benboerba: "Men, attack and eliminate Tang Sanzang and his disciples."

Even Benboerba would shake his head upon hearing this: "Your Majesty is wise! I'll go right now... find a place to lie down and wait to die!"

The difference in strength is obvious, what's the point of fighting?

Wouldn't it be better to just surrender and lose half the stakes?

Jing Hongchen's words, seemingly meant as encouragement, will likely only cause these proud and arrogant Soul Master students to completely lose their courage to take on challenges amidst a profound sense of frustration and powerlessness.

Lin You could even foresee that the next challengers would either be hot-headed fools blinded by anger, or tourists with the mentality of "experiencing the difference".

Tsk, this old Deng, what a good guy.

But... this is good too, it saves some effort.

Lin You raised his head and his gaze swept across the stands again. The angry and resentful looks in those eyes had now turned into complex emotions, shock, and confusion.

Very good, the initial results have been achieved.

Next, we must use absolute strength to solidify this effect completely.

He looked up at the platform and called out loudly in Jing Hongchen's direction, "Hall Master, let's not waste any more time, next one."

Lin You's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating brief ripples in the deathly silent training ground before quickly subsiding.

In the stands, countless students from the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy looked at each other in bewilderment. The anger that had been ignited by the banner earlier had been largely extinguished by the crushing defeat in the first match. Now, the age gap personally revealed by Jing Hongchen was like ice water, completely freezing their last bit of resentment and wishful thinking.

Thirteen years old!
This number is like an insurmountable mountain, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Their proud knowledge of soul tools, their years of hard-earned soul power, and their proud combat skills all seemed so pale and powerless in front of such a "child".

What other way is there to fight?
With such a huge gap in skill, how can we even talk about winning?
Many people's eyes dimmed, and their once high fighting spirit quickly deflated like a punctured balloon.

The passion to challenge the strong remains, but challenging a completely incomprehensible "monster" will only bring despair.

Jing Hongchen, standing on the high platform, immediately sensed that something was amiss.

He frowned, realizing that his words had not only failed to motivate them as he had hoped, but might have backfired, completely undermining the trainees' confidence.

These hothouse flowers are too fragile! They can't withstand the slightest setback!
But as the head of Mingde Hall, he quickly adjusted and couldn't let the atmosphere become awkward.

He glanced around and gestured in a deep voice to Lin Jiayi, who was standing next to the referee's table.

Lin Jiayi understood immediately and called out, "The second challenge begins! Please welcome the next challenger!"

As he spoke, a well-built young man with a resolute face strode out of the contestant tunnel. He looked to be about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, older than Liu Ming, and his eyes were more composed.

The young man walked to the center of the arena, stopping about a hundred meters away from Lin You. He took a deep breath, his sharp gaze locking onto Lin You, and said in a deep voice, "Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, sixth-year student, sixth-level Soul Master, Wan Yijun! Please enlighten me!"

The sound rolled in, containing powerful soul force, attempting to overwhelm the opponent with its momentum.

His soul power fluctuations were significantly stronger than Liu Ming's before, making him a level six soul master!

A sixth-grade student with a level six Soul Master status—this is already among the best in the graduating class of Sun Moon Academy.

The previously deathly silence in the stands was slightly restored with the appearance of this powerful player.

"It's Senior Brother Wan."

"Senior Brother Wan is a top expert in the sixth grade!"

"He can definitely do it."

"Go for it, Senior Brother Wan! Get back at us!"

Sparse cheers rose, tinged with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.

Wan Yijun ignored the noise from the stands; his entire focus was on Lin You across from him.

He witnessed the crushing defeat in the first match and knew how terrifying this young man was.

A head-on confrontation, a close-quarters fight, would be suicidal.

We must create an opportunity to strike decisively and break through his defenses.

"The match begins!" Jing Hongchen's voice rang out again.

Almost the instant the voice fell, Wan Yijun moved.

His soul power erupted from his feet, and as if he had been equipped with propulsion, he retreated rapidly backward, instantly widening the distance between himself and Lin You. In the blink of an eye, he had retreated to the edge of the training ground, a full two hundred meters away!
At the same time, the six spirit rings on his body suddenly lit up—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black! A standard Spirit Emperor configuration.

He poured his soul power into the soul tools throughout his body without reservation.

"咻咻咻咻——"

In an instant, several soul-guided emission ports on his arms, shoulders, and chest simultaneously emitted soul-guided rays of different colors.

Crimson flame rays, carrying scorching heat; cyan wind blade rays, cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound; bluish-purple lightning rays, flashing with violent arcs; bright white beam rays, with astonishing penetrating power!

Wind, fire, thunder, and light—four different elemental soul-guided rays—were interwoven like a storm, forming a dense barrage of energy that swept over Lin You.

He clearly learned from Liu Ming's failure, immediately maintaining maximum distance and using the long-range advantage of his soul tool to launch a saturation attack, giving Lin You no chance to get close.

And this is not the end.

As he unleashed a barrage of attacks, Wan Yijun's core soul tool on his chest suddenly shone with a blinding light. A massive amount of soul power surged towards it like a tidal wave, and a terrifying energy fluctuation far exceeding the capabilities of a level six soul tool began to brew.

His entire body's soul-guiding components were trembling slightly, emitting a humming sound as if they were under unbearable strain, clearly indicating that he was accumulating some kind of energy overload!
He's going to have something big planned!

(End of this chapter)