Chapter 141 Thousand Flows
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That almost palpable pressure was terrifying, and even the Title Douluos who had been focusing on Xiao Wu turned their attention back to Amon.
"Wait, is that Captain?" Romier asked in astonishment.
Yan Jin's expression was complicated as she murmured to herself:
"Amon, have you reached this point? No wonder you've been so strange lately. So, you don't need me anymore…"
In fact, she had always been the one who understood Aizen—ahem, Amon the most. She knew that Amon had always been hiding himself, trying to conceal his own brilliance.
She had also been cooperating with him, trying to use her own light to attract the attention of others, so that Amon could calmly hide behind the scenes.
But since the start of the Soul Master Competition, Amon had gradually stopped hiding himself, and by the time of the finals, he seemed even more unbridled.
Yan Jin was the first to notice his change. What made the always cautious Amon stop hiding himself and step into the sight of others?
There was only one answer: he no longer needed to worry too much.
"Title Douluo?" Walter muttered, stunned.
He suddenly remembered that when he took Yan Jin as his disciple, Amon had also expressed interest in becoming a disciple… He immediately felt like he had missed out on a billion.
He's already comparable to a Title Douluo now, so what level will he reach in the future? Definitely has the potential to become a Limit Douluo!
In the future, he'll probably be like the Grand Worship, an existence that dominates the world.
Even if he was just a nominal disciple, it would be a huge profit!
The red-clothed man and the gold-clothed man beside him both revealed surprised expressions, praising, "An astonishing young man."
Dugu Bo looked at Amon with deep disbelief and extreme regret.
Why didn't he show his strength earlier? If he had revealed even a hint of Title Douluo aura, would I have been so rude as to poison him again?
In addition, he was vaguely worried. He had clearly formed a grudge with Amon, so what should he do next? Run?
But Yan Yan still has a bright future ahead of her. He couldn't let her go into hiding with him. She should have a better future, not just eke out a living in an unknown corner!
Dugu Bo looked at Amon, clenching his fists.
Having been protected by Chen Xin and finally escaped from fear, the Shrek Seven Devils, who had regained their ability to think, looked at the black-robed figure in the sky and couldn't muster any fighting spirit.
Just as Amon had said, they were not qualified to be his opponents at all.
Yu Xiaogang frowned and asked the judges, "Is he really under 25 years old? This is impossible! It's ridiculous!"
No one answered him, because the judges were too shocked to speak.
Amon looked at Chen Xin and said softly, "Your Excellency Chen Xin, it seems you should leave. This arena can't accommodate you. Your presence here is a violation in itself. The competition isn't over yet."
Looking into those deep, emotionless eyes, Chen Xin slowly nodded, "I'll leave now."
"Let me down, Grandpa Sword, let me down," Ning Rongrong, who had woken up at some point, struggled to say, "I can't abandon my partners. I want to fight alongside them."
Chen Xin felt a headache coming on and comforted her, "Rongrong, be good. This isn't someone you can fight against. Come back with me."
"I won't…" Ning Rongrong stubbornly said.
Amon's cold voice came again, "How long are you going to discuss it? Your actions are interfering with the competition."
The aura enveloping the arena became even more majestic, and even Chen Xin felt a sense of oppression.
He suddenly noticed that Ning Fengzhi's face was pale, and he realized that Amon's soul pressure had reached a point where even a Soul Sage could barely withstand it. If he continued to stay in the arena, Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, would probably be humiliated in public.
He no longer hesitated, giving up on continuing to help the Shrek Academy students resist the pressure. He carried Ning Rongrong to Ning Fengzhi's side, using his own aura to protect them both.
Without Chen Xin's protection, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing instantly spat out blood and fainted.
Tang San also knelt on one knee, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, feeling that every part of his body—his soul, bones, muscles—was wailing.
Beside Walter, the man in golden clothes said softly, "Seventh, his soul power is no less than yours or mine."
"Yes, but this soul pressure is very strange. It feels a bit… scattered," the red-clothed man said with some doubt.
The Golden Triangle had linked their auras, which was the prerequisite for them to use their Three-in-One Spirit Fusion Skill, temporarily merging their auras into one to resist Amon's soul pressure.
"He must have cheated. No one can reach this level at such a young age!" Yu Xiaogang shouted again.
The soul power fluctuations emanating from Amon at this time had exceeded the level he could understand. Even in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he had never seen anyone with such terrifying pressure.
"Are you bored?" Amon glanced at him.
"Decryption" detected the flaws in their aura connection. Amon integrated his own power into it, breaking their state.
Without the assistance of Flender and Liu Erlong, Yu Xiaogang, whose soul power level was the lowest, couldn't withstand Amon's pressure, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground.
Bibi Dong glanced at Liu Erlong and said coldly, "Waste."
Then, she looked at Yu Xiaogang with some heartache, but she didn't take action to protect him either.
The pressure brought by soul power has both physical and mental attributes. Only conscious people can feel the pressure acting on the body and spirit.
Suddenly encountering soul pressure far exceeding one's ability to withstand it can cause the heart to rupture, leading to fatal danger, but if it increases slowly, it generally won't kill anyone.
Because after reaching a certain level, the oppressed person will fall into a coma, causing the effects of soul pressure to no longer affect the spirit.
Without the mental pressure, the damage caused by soul pressure, which is not a substantial attack, is very limited to the body.
After confirming that Yu Xiaogang was not in serious condition, Bibi Dong finally managed to shift her gaze away from him.
Suddenly, her expression changed drastically, and she said gloomily, "Elder Ju, Elder Gui, capture him for me!"
Yue Guan and Gui Mei were about to act, but when they saw Bibi Dong pointing at Amon, their footsteps suddenly stopped. They looked at Bibi Dong with puzzled eyes, with a hint of inquiry in their gazes.
Whether it was capturing Tang San or that transformed soul beast, they could understand, but dealing with Amon… Your Majesty the Pope, are you serious?
"What's wrong? Can't you hear what I'm saying?" Seeing that Yue Guan and Gui Mei hadn't acted for a long time, Bibi Dong snorted coldly.
"As you wish."
Yue Guan and Gui Mei were about to take to the skies, but they fell back down in a sorry state, staggering back several steps before they could stand firm. They looked at each other, unable to hide the shock in their hearts.
Just now, Amon's soul pressure had risen again, forcibly suppressing them.
At this moment, the pressure from the sky made them both feel suffocated, as if they were at the bottom of a deep sea.
From the depths of the Papal Palace, in the Hall of Enshrinement, four long howls suddenly rang out. The howls were like thunder, carrying majestic power that arrived in an instant.
Led by an old man in golden robes embroidered with silver, four Worships floated into the sky.
"Golden Crocodile…" Bibi Dong murmured to herself.
Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Amon with a stern gaze and questioned, "Why are you invading the Spirit Hall, Your Excellency?"
People who could exude such an aura had to be treated with caution, even by them.
The auras of the four Peak Douluos surrounded Amon. The air currents in the sky surged, and the low pressure made it difficult to breathe.
Amon raised his hand and pinched his monocle, chuckling:
"Presumably, you are all seniors of the Spirit Hall. I'm just participating in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition. The competition isn't over yet, so please be patient."
Golden Crocodile understood what Amon was saying, but he didn't understand at all.
He looked bewildered, his eyes blank, and he asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "The Soul Master Competition you're talking about… is it the Soul Master Competition I know?"
"If there aren't any other Soul Master Competitions, then it should be this one."
Golden Crocodile and the other Worships looked at each other, wondering when the Soul Master Competition had reached this level of grandeur.
Could it be that the entry requirements had changed without their knowledge?
Golden Crocodile looked at Yue Guan and Gui Mei, his eyes filled with inquiry.
The latter two nodded, indicating that Amon was not lying.
As a result, the Worships became even more bewildered.
Amon slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the wind and clouds changed, the world paled, and a terrifying aura like the collapse of the sky pressed down like dark clouds.
Amon had prepared enough for this moment. He had previously met with all the clones he could easily contact and stole all the "expressiveness" stored in their first soul rings.
This clone of his carried almost all of the "soul power expressiveness" that Amon had accumulated over the years.
At this moment, he released all of this "expressiveness" without reservation.
Golden Crocodile's expression changed drastically. He and the other three Worships looked at Amon in disbelief.
They had only felt such power from three people… Qian Daoliu, Tang Chen, and Bo Saixi.
"Limi…Limit…Dou... luo…" Golden Crocodile said, word by word.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei's eyes were filled with horror. Facing this aura, they didn't even dare to muster the courage to resist.
At some point, a tall old man appeared in the sky. His figure was so majestic that when he appeared, the sky became his domain, as if he was the master of the sky.
A broad, dignified, yet gentle aura resolved the pressure borne by Golden Crocodile and the others, contending against the oppressive aura like the collapse of the sky.
"Xue Qinghe" looked at the familiar tall old man, her mind shaken. She really didn't expect that her grandfather would show up.
Chen Xin's pupils shrank, and a chilling name emerged in his mind: Qian Daoliu!
Golden Crocodile and the other three Worships slowly descended, giving the sky to the two powerhouses who were exuding auras that even they felt suppressed by.
As Amon and Qian Daoliu's auras collided, the entire world seemed to be divided into two halves. The clouds were deeply indented upwards, forming a gully.
On one side, there was a sense of chaos like the sky falling and the earth collapsing, bizarre and disorderly, yet boundless and infinite. On the other side, there was a sense of vastness like an abyss, solid and heavy, dignified and solemn.
Qian Daoliu sized up Amon with his bright eyes. After a moment, he slowly nodded, "You are very good. Your talent is unprecedented in my life."
He saw through Amon's facade, understanding that he hadn't really reached this level, but had used some means to raise his soul pressure to a level that even moved him.
But even if it was just soul pressure, it was already amazing enough.
Such power could crush a Soul Sage who wasn't mentally prepared! It could suppress a Soul Douluo, making them unable to move. It could make ordinary Title Douluos unable to muster the courage to fight against it!
In the face of the power that Amon displayed at this time, any previous genius paled in comparison. Even the talented Tang Chen was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.
"Thank you for your praise," Amon said softly, adjusting his monocle.
He subtly activated "Decryption", observing the Worships to infer the power possessed by these existences who truly stood at the pinnacle of the soul master world.
Usually, the Worships of the Spirit Hall cultivate in seclusion in the Hall of Enshrinement, not interfering in worldly affairs, so there are few opportunities to see them.
The reason why he released his soul pressure so unscrupulously was partly to see them and, in the exchange of auras, use "Decryption" to get a glimpse of their true strength.
And the Soul Master Competition gave him a good excuse. Otherwise, if he released such soul pressure in Spirit City, it would be considered a challenge to the Spirit Hall, inviting the Worships' merciless attacks.
He slowly descended from the sky, then took off his hat, pressed it against his chest, and bowed slightly to the strongest person in the soul master world today, to show his respect.
Qian Daoliu nodded in acknowledgment. A sacred and warm light emanated from his body, allowing those who had fallen into a coma due to Amon's aura to wake up slowly.
Then, he glanced at Golden Crocodile and said lightly, "Go back."
The Worships slowly left, disappearing into the depths of the Papal Palace.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei looked at Bibi Dong, wanting to say something but hesitating. The two of them were hesitant. If Bibi Dong insisted on them dealing with Amon, should they do it?
After seeing Amon's power just now, they really lacked the courage to attack him. Although it wasn't impossible to overcome, was it really necessary? Amon wasn't a mortal enemy of the Spirit Hall either. Judging from his connection with Walter, it was very likely that he could be won over.
Standing on the arena, Amon looked at the judges' seat and asked softly, "Shouldn't you announce the results of the competition?"
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