Douluo Dalu: The World Suppressing Douluo

"Don't worry, no need to be concerned about me. I'm confident I can win this match."

While Yan was hastily explaining to Hu Liena, Lin Ye slowly walked over to her side and said.

"However, it might get a bit dangerous later during the match. I'll leave Tang Yuan in your care."

Lin Ye pulled out Tang Yuan from his clothes and handed it over to Hu Liena.

"Then… be careful."

Receiving Tang Yuan, even though Lin Ye expressed his confidence, Hu Liena was still a bit worried about him. After all, Lin Ye was only a Grand Spirit Master, while Yan was a Spirit Ancestor.

However, Hu Liena also understood that since Lin Ye had become the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, he needed to find an opportunity to demonstrate his true strength to silence the critics.

So, Hu Liena did not oppose the duel between Lin Ye and Yan.

"By the way, Lin Ye, Yan's martial spirit is the Flame Lord, a rare dual-attribute spirit with both strength and defense. It also possesses fire and earth attributes. When he activates his martial spirit, a layer of molten armor will cover his body. Make sure not to touch him directly with your hands; use your spirit power instead."

Before Lin Ye stepped onto the stage, Hu Liena, holding Tang Yuan, reminded him.

All around, seeing Hu Liena so concerned about Lin Ye, countless male students shed tears of heartbreak.

"Our goddess Hu Liena actually likes someone else… sob sob…"

Nearby, Yan was also shedding tears. Seeing Hu Liena share his information with Lin Ye but not bother to mention Lin Ye's martial spirit to him, he thought sorrowfully:

"Nana! How can you do this to me!"

"He's just the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. Can our years of companionship not compare to him? I'll prove to you that he doesn't deserve you. The one worthy of you is me, Yan!"

Resolving himself, Yan composed his emotions and strode confidently toward the arena.

Since the duel between Yan and Lin Ye had attracted much attention, the other arenas remained empty, with all eyes on the battle about to unfold.

"I'm heading over too."

Seeing Yan already on the stage, Lin Ye turned to Hu Liena and said before walking toward the arena.

"Be careful…"

Watching Lin Ye's back, Hu Liena held Tang Yuan and whispered softly.

Not far away, seeing his sister so concerned about another man, Xie Yue felt a pang of sadness. For all these years, his sister had never cared about him this much.

"Ah, a grown-up sister truly cannot be kept close…"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Lin Ye stepped onto the arena and stood opposite Yan.

"Hmph! Lin Ye, you're just a Grand Spirit Master, right? I, Yan, am not unreasonable. Since you're only at the Grand Spirit Master level, I won't take advantage of you. I'll only use spirit power at the Grand Spirit Master level and restrict myself to my first two spirit abilities out of the four I possess. I don't want people saying I bullied you!"

By the end of his statement, Yan's tone carried a trace of bitterness.

Without a doubt, the person he feared might say that was Hu Liena.

"No need. You should use your full strength; otherwise, the fight will end too quickly."

Lin Ye responded calmly, rejecting Yan's suggestion.

"Lin Ye, you're too arrogant. Don't think that just because you're the Holy Son, you can act so conceited. I'm a Spirit Ancestor with two more spirit rings than you. Enough talk—let's begin! How many spirit rings I use is up to me. Just don't lose too quickly!"

Yan, clearly angered, dismissed Lin Ye's sincere advice as arrogance.

Fine… how many spirit rings you use isn't something I can decide.

Hearing Yan's angry words, Lin Ye felt a bit speechless. He understood that Yan wouldn't believe a Grand Spirit Master could defeat a Spirit Ancestor, so he said no more.

He had already warned him. If Yan didn't listen and lost too quickly, it wouldn't be Lin Ye's fault.

"Flame Lord, possess!"

With a loud shout, Yan activated his martial spirit.

A towering crimson lava demon emerged from Yan's body with a deep, rumbling growl. Its body was covered in fiery cracks, through which molten lava flowed, emitting a scorching glow.

Moments later, the Flame Lord re-entered Yan's body.

As the Flame Lord possessed him, Yan's muscles swelled, and a thin layer of black armor with molten cracks formed over his body, clinging tightly to his skin.

Though thin, its metallic sheen left no doubt about its defensive power.

At the same time, four spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple—rose from beneath Yan's feet, revolving around him.

"Lin Ye, summon your martial spirit! I heard you defeated a low-level classmate before. Since Nana says you're a Grand Spirit Master, your martial spirit and spirit rings must be impressive. Show me!"

In his possessed state, Yan beckoned Lin Ye with a superior attitude.

"No need. Let's start. My martial spirit isn't suited for direct combat; I'll use it when necessary, but not now."

Lin Ye shook his head lightly.

"You! Are you planning to fight me barehanded?"

Yan grew furious at Lin Ye's words.

Suppressing his spirit power and abilities, only for Lin Ye to not even summon his martial spirit, was infuriatingly arrogant!

"Hmph! Arrogant fool. Let me see what you're capable of!"

With an angry shout, Yan stomped the ground and charged at Lin Ye.

You won't use your martial spirit? Fine, I won't use spirit abilities either. That way, it's fair!

As he charged, Yan sneered inwardly.

"Take this!"

Reaching Lin Ye, Yan swung his massive, molten-covered right fist at him with a furious roar.

Even without spirit abilities, Yan's Flame Lord martial spirit granted him immense strength. In his mind, defeating a Grand Spirit Master without his spirit abilities was effortless.

However, Lin Ye remained calm, showing no intention of summoning his martial spirit.

With his mastery of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, Lin Ye's physical strength surpassed ten thousand pounds. Without martial spirit possession, only a Spirit Emperor could rival him in raw strength, and with it, only a Spirit King could stand a chance.

Yan, merely a Spirit Ancestor, couldn't match him in strength even with martial spirit possession.

As Yan's punch approached, Lin Ye met it head-on, channeling Nine Suns True Qi into his right hand and throwing his own punch.

"Bang!"

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