On the arena, the battle between Ye Ruozai and Flamel reached a fever pitch. Flamel, having shed all disguises and failing to withstand Ye Ruozai's relentless fast attacks, finally chose to reverse time after his body was marked with over ten scars.

In an instant, Flamel had restored his body to a defensive state from five minutes earlier. However, his despair grew when he couldn't launch an attack, as Ye Ruozai, who had timed it perfectly, raised his partially unfrozen, unbendable right hand and pressed it against Flamel's chest.

"Recycle Bin!"

Boom! After this whisper, a clear explosion sounded as the divine protection surrounding Flamel vanished. Before he could react, Ye Ruozai's Longsword had already pierced his chest.

"Time Reversal!" Flamel coughed up a mouthful of blood, biting his teeth, forcibly executed the Second Power of Origin in a short time.

"Recycle Bin!"

Boom! Blood splattered as Ye Ruozai, who also gritted his teeth and executed the Power of Origin, endured the blood seeping from his arm to once again eliminate Flamel's defenses. His Longsword slashed horizontally at Flamel's body again.

"Time Reversal, cough!" With his belly cut open, Flamel swiftly invoked the Power of Origin for the third time, the internal injury from the rapid casting causing him to spew a mouthful of blood. He knew he couldn't continue like this; he had to stall Ye Ruozai's quick attacks to buy time for another execution of the Power of Origin!

"Space Lock!" Facing Ye Ruozai's arm swinging toward him, Flamel had already understood from previous attacks that Ye Ruozai needed physical contact to negate his abilities. Therefore, he retreated while using Space Lock to freeze Ye Ruozai's advancing figure.

Watching Ye Ruozai's fingertips brushing past his coat, with his divine protective defense still intact, Flamel secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to perform a space jump to distance himself from Ye Ruozai and find a safe place to catch his breath, when his eyes rolled back, and he slumped to his knees in front of Ye Ruozai.

Witnessing this, Pei Yan, who watched the entire battle without missing a detail, frowned slightly: "Soul attack?"

"Good eye; you noticed!" praised Lin Junzhao's voice.

"Yes, though brief and swift, I still felt it. Such a powerful soul attack that can be unleashed in an instant isn't just Ye Ruozai's original ability, right? It wouldn't be possible to crush the soul of a Child of Origin with mere abilities." Pei Yan nodded, recalling the impactful sensation he had felt with a sigh. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Do you remember Li Songtao?"

"Hmm? Of course, I remember, what about him?" Pei Yan suddenly heard Lin Junzhao mention this unrelated person, feeling a bit puzzled.

"Lin Ruxue told me about the first time she met you when Li Songtao had defeated you quite embarrassingly. During the battle, Li Songtao used a magical artifact called Heart Desire Glazed Bell." Lin Junzhao slowly explained.

"Oh, I remember that thing. It was taken away by Lin Ruxue as soon as it appeared. How is this related to Old Ye?" Pei Yan recalled the scene from that day, nodding repeatedly with confusion.

"There's a bit of a connection. Li Songtao's item back then was a superior magical artifact, not even a fake Divine Artifact," Lin Junzhao said with disdain. "The artifact was merely mimicking a Divine Artifact, which has now been absorbed by Ye Ruozai, the Thunder Sound Buddhist Bell! When the bell is applied to oneself, it can enhance one's physical defense and protect the soul. Just now, Ye Ruozai withstood multiple forbidden attacks, besides using the Power of Origin to secretly absorb some destructive power, the fundamental reason is that he devoured the bloodline of the divine beast and fused with the Divine Artifact, significantly increasing his body's strength. Furthermore, when the bell is sounded, it can deter the enemy's soul. The bell is now integrated with Ye Ruozai, and when he uses his soul ability to activate it, the power might be even greater."

Speaking thus, Lin Junzhao proudly added, "And that's not the only Divine Artifact Ye Ruozai absorbed. Now you understand why I have no worries about him winning the match. If such investment doesn't yield returns, then I must have misjudged."

"This Divine Artifact should belong to the Daoist Realm, right? You mentioned the divine beast bloodline comes from the Spirit Monster Realm, right? What did you promise them to make them give you such precious things?" Pei Yan was not blinded by Lin Junzhao's pride-filled self-praise, firmly grasping the key point and asking.

"Uh..." Lin Junzhao was momentarily speechless.

"Did you sell me and the Investigation Hall?"

"Watch the match! The match isn't over! Watch the match!"

"Oh my heavens!" Seeing Lin Junzhao evasively avoid answering directly, Pei Yan felt a bad premonition rising in his heart but was helpless against her. He could only smile wryly, shake his head, sigh, and turn back to the arena.

At this moment, facing Flamel, who had temporarily lost consciousness, Ye Ruozai didn't deal a killing blow as Pei Yan predicted, but instead crouched down, searched around Flamel's body, took off all the Storage Necklaces and belts he was wearing, and then stabbed a sword into Flamel's abdomen and limbs. The wounds were not deep or fatal, but difficult to heal quickly by themselves, effectively limiting Flamel's range of movement.

This action left the spectators outside the arena stunned and speechless. Was this robbery? What kind of people are in the Investigation Hall? Pei Yan had beaten up the opponent's player in the ring and wanted to take their Divine Artifact, but was stopped and called back by the Supreme of the Magic Realm. Now, Ye Ruozai was publicly scavenging the player's equipment in front of everyone.

Has the Investigation Hall gone insane with poverty?

The people from the Investigation Hall had no reaction to Ye Ruozai's actions. Only Pei Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud, this move evidently didn't match Ye Ruozai's usual behavior, it was presumably instructed by Lin Junzhao.

After all of this, Ye Ruozai leaned on his Longsword to recover his own injuries, while quietly watching Flamel, who was semi-conscious. In this stalemate that lasted for two or three minutes, a hoarse, painful howl emitted from Flamel's throat as he finally came to his senses from the shock of the soul attack.

"You truly are the Child of Origin, if it were a common person, their soul would likely have scattered into the void from such an attack," Ye Ruozai said watching the dimly awakened Flamel whose eyes started to move, "Do you remember me from the team match? I used the soul attack too, and you humiliated and tortured me at will. Now it's your turn to taste this feeling, Flamel, how is it, does it feel good, genius?"

"Ugh, cough!" Every word Ye Ruozai said was akin to another soul attack. Flamel, whose pride couldn't bear the reality, spewed a mouthful of blood from anger.