Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

Shen Yi's every move was a fraction faster than before, turning from a black shadow into an afterimage, making it difficult to keep up.

"laugh--"

A sharp claw slashed across his left arm, leaving three bloody gashes. Luo Yun took a half step back, and icy mist enveloped the area in that direction, but Shen Yi was no longer there.

"Hiss—"

Two claws struck again, one in front and one behind. The first claw landed on his right shoulder, and the second on his chest. Luo Yun gritted his teeth and endured the blows. Shen Yi's sharp claws only broke the skin, without damaging his bones or tendons.

It's not fatal, but it's annoying.

Shen Yi's approach of not confronting him directly was simply harassment.

They would strike and retreat instantly, attacking from different angles, hitting once and running away. Every time Luo Yun tried to retaliate, just as he was about to throw a punch, Shen Yi had already dodged to the other side.

This can't go on.

Luo Yun forced himself to calm down. He stopped trying to catch up with Shen Yi's speed and instead focused his attention on his senses.

Although the ice mist had thinned, it was still there. The ice mist was part of his martial soul; within it, he could sense every moving object. Not with his eyes, but with the fluctuations of his soul power.

Accelerating to the left front.

coming.

Luo Yun slightly turned his body, gathering power in his right fist. Shen Yi's claws slashed in from the left, and just as the claws were about to touch the skin, Luo Yun's fist slammed out.

It didn't hit Shen Yi's body, but rather the path he was bound to take.

"boom--"

Fist and claw collided. Shen Yi was knocked back two steps, and Luo Yun had three bloody welts on his arm. But this time, he hit him.

Shen Yi's expression changed. He shook his numb hand, his golden vertical pupils staring at Luo Yun with a hint of disbelief.

"You can track my movements?"

Luo Yun did not answer.

Shen Yi gritted his teeth and charged forward again. This time he was even faster, using a series of Z-shaped zigzags to cut in from multiple angles.

Luo Yun threw punches again and again, some hitting the target, some missing.

When the hit lands, Shen Yi will be knocked back; when the hit misses, he will have another wound on his body.

After several rounds, Luo Yun's arms, shoulders, and chest were covered with fine claw marks, and his clothes were torn into strips.

Shen Yi's breathing became heavy. His soul power was being depleted considerably, and the continuous high-speed movement and attacks were causing his stamina to drop rapidly.

Luo Yun noticed this change.

Shen Yi's movement patterns began to show a regularity. It wasn't that he was deliberately repeating them, but rather that at high speeds, the human body's instincts would lead him to use the least strenuous path. Left cut, right flank, frontal feint, flanking attack—four patterns, repeating in a cycle.

Luo Yun counted silently in his mind.

The next round should be a feint attack.

Shen Yi moved. He charged forward head-on, his claws feinting, aiming for Luo Yun's face. Following the previous pattern, this was just a feint; the real killing move was yet to come—

But this time, Luo Yun did not defend.

He stepped forward to meet Shen Yi's sharp claws.

Shen Yi's pupils contracted sharply. He didn't understand what Luo Yun was going to do—although this claw attack was just a feint, if Luo Yun didn't dodge, it could still leave three deep, bone-revealing wounds on his face.

Luo Yun did not avoid it.

He wanted to seize this moment.

When the claws were less than half a foot from his eyes, Luo Yun's right hand suddenly shot out, his five fingers like iron pincers, gripping Shen Yi's wrist tightly.

Shen Yi's body paused in mid-air for a moment.

Luo Yun's left fist slammed out at the same time, hitting Shen Yi squarely in the chest.

"boom--"

A dull thud. Shen Yi groaned and leaned back. But Luo Yun held onto his wrist, pulling him back and slamming his right knee into his abdomen.

Shen Yi's defense was indeed not high. The punch and knee made his face turn pale, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Icy Thorns"

The yellow-purple spirit ring shone brightly, and ice thorns sprouted from beneath Luo Yun's feet, not in one direction, but in all directions. The ice spikes, like blooming flowers, spread outwards from Luo Yun, blocking all of Shen Yi's escape routes.

Shen Yi broke free from Luo Yun's grasp. He tried to retreat, but the icy thorns had already closed in behind him, their icy blades crisscrossing to form a cage.

"Ice mist".

This time, the icy mist wasn't spreading, it was condensing. Luo Yun opened his mouth and spat out the mist, which exploded between him and Shen Yi, instantly enveloping a two-meter radius around them. The temperature plummeted, a layer of frost formed on Shen Yi's fur, and his movements noticeably slowed.

Shen Yi's expression changed completely.

He was trapped. Ice thorns blocked the outer perimeter, and ice mist shrouded the inner circle—the two restrictions combined rendered his speed advantage completely useless.

But he didn't panic.

His third spirit ring lit up.

"Third Soul Skill - Netherworld Cross Slash".

Shen Yi's claws swung back and forth, the black claw blades leaving two intersecting trails in the air, like a giant cross. The speed of that cross slash was faster than any of his previous attacks, so fast that Luo Yun had no time to dodge.

He didn't intend to hide.

Luo Yun crossed his arms in front of his chest, and his second spirit ring lit up again.

"Ice Thorns!"

This time, the ice thorns didn't sprout from the ground, but solidified before him. Countless ice spikes emerged from the void, one after another, tightly arranged like an ice shield. The gaps between the ice spikes were filled with icy mist, freezing into one, forming an ice wall half a foot thick.

The cross slash crashed into the ice wall.

"boom--"

The explosion was deafening. Ice shards flew everywhere, like bullet fragments, striking Luo Yun's face and body, leaving countless tiny cuts. The ice wall cracked in the middle, the cracks spreading outwards, and the entire wall disintegrated under the bombardment of the cross-shaped slash.

However, the power of the cross slash was also largely negated.

The remaining shockwave struck Luo Yun, sending him flying and crashing heavily to the ground.

Thick smoke and icy mist mingled and spread across the fighting arena, obscuring everyone's view.

The stands were completely silent.

No one could see what was happening inside.

Shen Yi stood in the thick smoke, panting heavily. His soul power was almost exhausted; his third soul skill had used up its last bit of strength.

"You're the first person who's ever truly satisfied me." His voice was low, almost to himself. "To push me to this point, you've already won."

The thick smoke slowly dissipated.

Shen Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

A figure stood up amidst the thick smoke.

Luo Yun stood behind the shattered ice wall, his arms hanging limply, his body covered in blood. His clothes were torn to shreds, and his exposed arms were covered in wounds, with drops of blood trickling down his fingers.

Shen Yi's smile froze on his face.

"you--"

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Yun moved.

He burst out of the thick smoke, his arms unleashing their last burst of strength. He wasn't fast, but every step he took carried a resolute killing intent.

Shen Yi wanted to hide.

However, his body was still affected by the nearby ice mist. He barely managed to turn to the side and dodge the first punch, but the second punch landed squarely on his shoulder.

"boom--"

Shen Yi was sent flying, crashing into the edge of the fighting arena. He tried to get up, but Luo Yun was already in front of him.

Luo Yun's fists didn't stop.

Finally, after a few punches, he leaned back and his back slammed into the ground outside the boundary line.

The referee raised his hand: "Shen Yi is out of bounds!"

Shen Yi lay on the ground, panting heavily, his chest heaving. He stared at the sky above for several seconds, then slowly sat up.

He looked at Luo Yun.

Luo Yun stood on the Soul Battle Platform, his arms hanging limply, blood still dripping from them. His face was pale, but his eyes were calm.

"Why..." Shen Yi's voice was hoarse, "You were able to block my third soul skill?"

Luo Yun looked at him, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Because my second spirit ring is also a thousand-year-old one."

The purple light emanating from the inner ring of the second spirit ring was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.