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Chapter 406.

Bone Douluo wasted no time in launching his attack.

Despite his old age, his speed was anything but slow—matching or even surpassing Wang Feng in his current state. After prolonged consecutive battles, Wang Feng's soul power was severely depleted, and his condition had reached its lowest point.

As Bone Douluo charged forward, Wang Feng's sharp gaze observed his opponent's movements.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth soul rings on Bone Douluo's body lit up in succession. His entire figure transformed as a dense layer of bone armor enveloped him, amplifying his attributes exponentially. Sharp, jagged bone spurs emerged from every part of his body, turning him into a kind of living weapon.

Wang Feng's eyes narrowed as Bone Douluo hurled one of the bone blades in his hand.

Twisting his body with graceful precision, Wang Feng easily evaded the projectile.

But Bone Douluo followed up immediately, his fists—bristling with bone spurs—aimed straight for Wang Feng.

"This is going to hurt," Wang Feng thought, bracing himself. Instead of dodging, he activated his defensive soul skill.

"[Icebane]!"

The Qiankun Cauldron materialized behind him, and as a frosty blue light enveloped his body. Bone Douluo's punch connected squarely with Wang Feng's chest, sending a surge of pain through him as the sharp bone spurs pierced into his skin. A terrifying force erupted, flooding Wang Feng's body with overwhelming energy.

At that moment, a golden light flickered across Bone Douluo's body.

But just as quickly, the icy counterattack activated, spreading frost from Bone Douluo's hand. Within moments, his arm—and then his entire body—was encased in thick layers of ice crystals.

Frozen in place, Bone Douluo stood immobilized like an ice sculpture.

Wang Feng staggered back, clutching his chest. Blood seeped through his robes, but his expression was resolute.

"This skill has its flaws," Wang Feng muttered, analyzing the exchange. [Icebane] was potent in sealing the enemy's spirit and freezing them, but it offered no real defense. Bone Douluo's strike had still inflicted considerable damage.

But the momentary immobilization of Bone Douluo was an opportunity Wang Feng couldn't waste.

"Time to strike back," he thought, suppressing the pain and rushing forward, intending to capitalize on the few seconds he had.

Just as Wang Feng prepared to attack, an intense, gut-wrenching sense of danger surged through him.

His instincts—heightened by his immense spiritual power—screamed at him to dodge. Without hesitation, he threw himself sideways.

BOOM!

A powerful force struck the ground where Wang Feng had stood moments before, leaving a massive crater.

Wang Feng's eyes widened in shock.

"What the...?"

He glanced back at the frozen Bone Douluo, –perplexed. "He's been sealed by the [Icebane]. How could he still attack?"

As he tried to process the situation, another flash of gold streaked toward him.

The overwhelming sense of danger returned, and Wang Feng leaped forward just in time to avoid another devastating blow.

BOOM!

Another attack obliterated the spot he had been standing on–.

Then, the real chaos began.

A barrage of golden strikes came from every direction, forcing Wang Feng into an endless retreat. Explosions erupted around him as the attacks assaulted him from all angles. Despite his agility and reflexes, the relentless onslaught left him no chance to counterattack.

Each strike seemed to come out of nowhere. No matter how hard Wang Feng tried, he couldn't get a clear view of the source.

"What in the world is happening?!" Wang Feng thought, frustration mingling with alarm.

Dodging yet another attack, Wang Feng's mind raced. "This isn't ordinary. There's something else at play here. Could Bone Douluo have an ability that bypasses my [Icebanbe] soul ability?"

Though exhausted, his focus sharpened. "I need to figure this out, or I won't last much longer."

The battlefield had become a storm of destruction, and in its eye, Wang Feng faced an enemy whose full strength had yet to be revealed.

Within seconds, Wang Feng had already been struck by dozens of attacks. While he managed to evade most of them, the relentless assault left him with numerous injuries. His breathing grew labored, and his body ached with pain as he dodged yet another strike.

At this moment, Bone Douluo recovered from the ice-sealed state caused by the [Icebane].

However, the shimmering golden glow that had once enveloped him was gone, and he had reverted to his base form.

Seeing this, Wang Feng narrowed his eyes. A realization began to dawn upon him.

Dodging another dangerous attack by a hair's breadth, Wang Feng gasped for breath. His focus sharpened as he turned to face Bone Douluo. Amid the swirling mist and chaos, a pale golden figure stood beside the elder.

As the mist cleared, the figure finally came into full view.

It was a pale golden skeleton, crafted entirely of bones!

The skeleton was roughly the same size as Bone Douluo, radiating an aura of eerie power.

Wang Feng stared in stunned silence.

"What... is that?"

The mysterious figure seemed to be the source of the earlier teleportation like attacks, capable of appearing anywhere and launching devastating blows.

For a moment, Wang Feng's mind struggled to process what he was seeing.

"Could that be his martial soul can attack on its own?"

The thought left Wang Feng deeply shaken.

The attacks that had harried him relentlessly were not conventional soul abilities, –nor the work of any soul guidance tool. They were the product of this bizarre skeletal entity or martial soul.

Wang Feng's eyes widened further as he delved deeper into his thoughts.

"Wait a second... Bone Douluo's martial soul is a beast martial soul, a bone-based martial soul that possesses him and amplifies his abilities. But how could his martial soul leave his body and fight independently, like a weapon soul?"

The more he analyzed, the more incredulous he became.

"Is this even possible? A martial soul that can act independently while still being a possession-type martial soul? This… this doesn't make any sense! This is cheating!!"

The sheer strangeness of Bone Douluo's martial soul left Wang Feng astounded. It wasn't merely powerful—it defied conventional understanding of martial soul as a whole.

Wang Feng clenched his fists, his mind racing.

"So, this is why Bone Douluo is known as the most unpredictable Titled Douluo on the mainland... His attacks are so unpredictable and elusive that no one even knows how to defend against them."

Indeed, Bone Douluo seldom took action personally. But when he did, few opponents ever survived to tell the tale.

Wang Feng's gaze remained fixed on the golden skeleton, which seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.

"If I don't figure out a way to deal with this soon," Wang Feng thought grimly, "this will be the end for me and I will be defeated."

With every moment that passed, the mysterious skeletal martial soul loomed closer, and the battle reached an even more dangerous turning point.

As Wang Feng stood battered and bloodied, a realization crystallized in his mind.

"So that's how it works," he thought, piecing it all together.

When Bone Douluo first attacked with that devastating punch, a faint golden light had flashed across his body. It was at that moment that his martial soul had separated from his body. The skeletal figure had gone unnoticed until it began its relentless assault.

However, Bone Douluo hadn't anticipated the effects of Wang Feng's [Icebane], which froze him temporarily, but not his martial soul. The soul ability only immobilized Bone Douluo himself, leaving the detached martial soul free to act.

Now, Wang Feng watched as the golden skeletal martial soul once again merged with Bone Douluo's body, amplifying his strength once gain to the previous level. The elder wasted no time, launching another wave of ferocious attacks aimed at Wang Feng.

It was clear that Bone Douluo intended to exhaust Wang Feng completely. His plan was methodical, apply relentless pressure, giving Wang Feng no opportunity to recover, until his soul power was entirely depleted.

The peculiar nature of Bone Douluo's martial soul—a beast soul capable of separating and attacking independently—meant that countering it was nearly impossible. It required either a direct, risky confrontation or an extraordinary skill to overcome.

From the spectators' perspective, the fight seemed all but decided.

Ning Fengzhi watched intently, his face calm yet reflective.

"The White Pontiff is on the verge of defeat," he commented. "But his soul skills are very remarkable. If Uncle Bone hadn't played it safe and used his martial soul strategically, he might've been frozen like earlier. His experience and patience saved him, ensuring he only attacked when he had the upper hand."

Sword Douluo nodded in agreement, his expression serious.

"He used uncle Bone to refine his swordsmanship, but uncle Bone is too experienced to let that go unanswered. Waiting –for the right moment was a smart move. Now, with the White Pontiff's soul power nearly –drained, victory is within reach."

In the square, Bone Douluo charged forward once more, his fist slamming into Wang Feng's chest with unyielding force. Wang Feng staggered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. But as before, the [Icebane] activated, encasing Bone Douluo in a frozen prison.

Yet again, the golden skeleton martial soul broke free from his body, attacking Wang Feng from an unpredictable angle.

This time, a bone knife swung towards him with tremendous force.

Wang Feng didn't dodge. Instead, he gathered the last reserves of his soul power, focusing it entirely on his shoulder to withstand the strike.

Boom!

The bone knife struck with devastating power. The ground beneath Wang Feng cracked and shattered, forming massive fissures that spread out like a spiderweb from the point of impact. The entire square quaked violently, as though an earthquake had erupted, and dust filled the air.

Wang Feng bore the full brunt of the blow. His body screamed in pain as his shoulder was deeply wounded, blood staining his already tattered robes.

But in that critical moment, the [Icebane] triggered once more.

The golden skeletal martial soul, the very essence of Bone Douluo's strange power, froze mid-air, encased in an icy prison like its master.

Wang Feng stood amidst the rubble, his body battered and barely standing, but his resolve burned brightly in his eyes. Despite the overwhelming odds, he wasn't ready to surrender just yet.

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