Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

The moment Luo Yun rushed out, Qin Hao's third spirit ring lit up.

Purple light swirled on the Star Staff, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop several degrees. A silvery-white beam of light shot out from the tip of the Star Staff, precisely enveloping the fat man in front of him. The fat man's stone armor gained a faint silver sheen, and his speed also increased significantly.

The fat man reacted quickly. After receiving the buff, he immediately rushed towards Luo Yun, each step shaking the ground, and his fist slammed towards Luo Yun's face with a whooshing sound.

But Luo Yun did not take the bait.

He stepped aside, his first spirit ring illuminating as he exhaled a cloud of icy mist. The mist didn't reach the fat man, but instead bypassed him, precisely enveloping Qin Hao behind him. Qin Hao was just about to unleash his second spirit skill to buff the thin man when the icy mist hit him, causing a sudden drop in temperature. His fingers stiffened, and his spirit power circulation slowed by a beat.

"Chen Jiyong!"

Chen Jiyong's earth and rock meteors had arrived. Six clods of earth hurtled towards the fat man from different directions. Affected by the icy mist, the fat man's vision was obstructed, and he couldn't dodge in time, being knocked back two steps. Although he wasn't injured, his footing was disrupted, and his momentum was halted.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed the Earth Flow Wall, five earthen walls closing in on the fat man. Even though the fat man's soul master immediately began attacking the Earth Flow Wall, it still greatly hindered his progress.

The skinny man attacked from the side. Dark green vines sprouted from the ground, coiling towards Luo Yun and Su Xiaowan. The thorns on the vines glowed with a purple light, clearly poisonous. Luo Yun didn't slow down; he unleashed another burst of icy mist, this time enveloping the skinny man. The skinny man froze, and the vines' growth slowed. Taking advantage of the situation, Su Xiaowan swept a beam of fire across the vines, burning them until they curled up and emitted a burnt smell.

"Su Xiaowan, come with me!"

Luo Yun bypassed the fat man and charged straight at Qin Hao behind him. Su Xiaowan followed closely behind, the flames in her hands leaving orange-red trails in the air. Qin Hao's expression changed. He waved his Star Staff, his first spirit ring lit up, giving him a speed boost, and he retreated. However, before his speed boost could fully take effect, icy mist followed him like a shadow, enveloping him and reducing his speed back to normal.

The fat man and the skinny man rushed back to help. The fat man turned and chased after Luo Yun, while the skinny man forcefully activated his vines, trying to stop Su Xiaowan.

Luo Yun stopped and pressed his right hand onto the ground.

His second spirit ring lit up. The yellowish-purple light was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, and a gasp rang out from the stands—this was the first time he had used his second spirit skill during the freshman assessment.

"Icy Thorns"

With a few sharp cracking sounds beneath the fat man's feet, a cluster of ice spikes shot up from the ground, their sharp points crisscrossing like blades, blocking his path. Unable to stop himself, the fat man stepped into the icy brambles. The spikes pierced the stone armor beneath his feet, not penetrating the armor, but causing him to stumble forward and lose his balance. More ice thorns surged forth from all directions, forming a circle that trapped him in place.

The skinny man's vines were also pierced and frozen by the ice thorns, and the broken vines were scattered all over the ground. The purple sap splashed on the ice surface and quickly froze into ice shards.

Luo Yun rushed in front of Qin Hao and slammed his right fist, carrying all his strength, into Qin Hao's chest. Qin Hao had no time to dodge and could only raise his Star Staff to block.

"boom--"

The Star Staff was jolted out of his hand and flew to the ground with a crisp sound. Qin Hao stumbled back several steps, one foot landing outside the boundary line.

Wang Yan raised his hand: "Qin Hao is out of bounds!"

An uproar erupted in the stands. A level 31 Soul Master, with all buffs activated, was punched out of bounds by a level 2 control-type?

But the game wasn't over yet. The fat guy and the skinny guy were still on the field.

The fat man steadied himself amidst the interference of the icy thorns and the meteor shower of earth and rocks, then turned and charged towards Luo Yun. The skinny man also broke free from the icy mist, and dark green vines sprouted from the ground once more, this time without probing, but surging overwhelmingly towards Luo Yun and Su Xiaowan.

"Chen Jiyong, trap the fat man." Luo Yun's voice was calm. "Su Xiaowan, burn the vines."

"Earth Wall!" Chen Jiyong seized the opportunity to release four earthen walls, surrounding the fat man from four directions. The fat man crashed into the earthen walls, the collision of the stone armor and the earthen walls producing a dull thud. Several cracks appeared in the earthen walls, but they did not collapse.

Su Xiaowan's flame rays swept across the vines, filling the air with a burnt smell. But this time, the skinny man did not back down. He gritted his teeth and forced more vines to sprout from the ground, bypassing the flames and flanking from both sides.

More icy thorns surged out from around him, blocking all his escape routes. The skinny man was trapped in a cage made of ice spikes, unable to move.

The fat man wasn't in much better shape. He was surrounded by an earthen wall, and the icy thorns beneath his feet continued to grow, the icy spikes piercing the cracks in his stone armor. Although they didn't cause any real damage, they prevented him from exerting any force. He tried to break through the earthen wall.

Luo Yun stood in the center of the Soul Battle Arena, his two Soul Rings slowly rotating.

"Surrender," he said.

The fat man stopped struggling and glanced at the thin man. The thin man gritted his teeth, looked down at his legs that were trapped by the ice thorns, then looked at Luo Yun, and finally spoke.

"surrender."

Wang Yan raised his hand: "Class 3, Luo Yun's team wins."

There was a moment of silence in the stands, then a deafening roar of applause and gasps erupted.

"They won??"

"His second soul skill! That yellow-purple soul ring! He's never used it before!"

Old Master Xuan sat in the corner of the last row, his chicken leg hanging in mid-air, having forgotten to take a bite.

He squinted at the ice-blue figure in the arena, his gaze falling on the yellow-purple second spirit ring.

Qin Hao picked up the Star Staff from the ground, looked at Luo Yun, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed.

"You won," he said. "Your ice thorns and ice mist worked together so well that I couldn't create any distance at all."

Luo Yun nodded without saying anything.

The three of them walked off the fighting platform, Chen Jiyong still excitedly muttering to himself. Luo Yun didn't listen to what he was saying; his gaze swept around the stands.

In the corner of the last row, an old man in a gray robe sat holding a chicken leg. His hair was gray, and his clothes were wrinkled; he looked like an ordinary old man. But Luo Yun noticed that the seats around him were empty—no one dared to sit next to him.

Xuanzi.

Luo Yun's heart skipped a beat. He knew Xuan Zi would come to watch the competition, but he didn't expect it to be so early. The round of 32 to 16 was already underway.

Luo Yun withdrew his gaze and was about to walk forward when he suddenly felt another gaze upon him.

He turned his head to look. On the other side of the stands, a young man in black was leaning against the railing, arms crossed, a slight smile on his lips, watching him.

The young man in black was tall and handsome, with his black hair neatly combed. His eyes were deep black, and he looked at people with a scrutinizing gaze.

Luo Yun didn't know him, but Chen Jiyong did.

"Brother Yun, that's..." Chen Jiyong followed his gaze and suddenly lowered his voice, "That's another team with a Soul Master, from Class Four, named Shen Yi. Level 32, his Martial Soul is the Shadow Leopard, an agility-based attack type."

Luo Yun looked at the young man in black, and the young man in black looked back at him. They stared at each other for a few seconds, then the young man in black smiled more broadly, nodded slightly to Luo Yun, and turned to leave the stands.

Su Xiaowan frowned: "Is he watching us?"

"He's looking at Yun-ge," Chen Jiyong said. "Their team was ranked first in the points competition, Qin Hao's team was second, and we were third. Now Qin Hao's team has been eliminated by us. If we draw them in the next round..."

Luo Yun withdrew his gaze.

"Let's go," he said. "Let's go back and eat."

Chen Jiyong was taken aback: "Brother Yun, aren't you worried? Shen Yi is a level 32 agility-based attacker—"

"What are you worried about?" Luo Yun interrupted him, continuing to walk forward. "We'll talk about it after we're done fighting."