"Begin!" The referee's voice rang out, and the two figures in the arena moved almost simultaneously.
The battle erupted in a flash. Serpent lightning surged as Yu Tianqing let out a sharp cry and leapt into the air, charging straight at Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai narrowed his evil eyes, channeled his soul power, and raised his massive tiger claws to meet Yu Tianqing's assault with a sound that split the air.
In terms of combat style, the White Tiger Martial Soul was quite balanced in all attributes, whereas the top-tier Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon specialized in powerful offense and sturdy defense. Comparatively, White Tiger's only real advantage was lower consumption.
Boom—after the clash of dragon and tiger, both figures were sent flying backward several meters.
At that moment, Dai Mubai's body was wrapped in serpent lightning. His golden hair floated despite the still air, and the white tiger fur on his arms stood straight under the electric stimulation. His palms were charred black from the lightning-enhanced dragon claws. Under the paralyzing effects, Dai Mubai began trembling uncontrollably like someone with Parkinson's.
On the other side, Yu Tianqing's fully dragonized arms, covered in dragon scales, remained completely unscathed—not even a single scale was damaged.
The White Tiger Martial Soul, similar to the Netherworld Civet, contained some faint light attributes. However, it was far from strong—its light element couldn't even match that of some mid-tier martial souls and was nowhere near enough to hurt the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
After the first exchange, Dai Mubai had gauged the disparity. Feeling powerless, his gaze shifted toward the waiting Blue Tyrant team, only to be met with Tang San's cold, unwavering stare.
'You little bastard,' Dai Mubai cursed inwardly. 'This is clearly a fight I can't win, and yet you're making me go all out just to wear him down. I used to be your "Boss Dai," but now I'm just "Mubai" in your mouth. If I wasn't counting on you to beat Davis, I would've flipped the table already.'
Despite his grumbling, Dai Mubai didn't stop moving. Facing Yu Tianqing's relentless attacks, he had no choice but to dodge and block constantly. Soon, the charred smell of burnt flesh started wafting from his tiger claws.
Realizing his soul power was nearly depleted, Dai Mubai backed off several steps and called out, "Next, I'm going to use my strongest skill. Let's end this in one move."
"Exactly what I was thinking!" Yu Tianqing responded impatiently.
In an instant, the aura around both fighters surged dramatically. Purple fourth soul rings on their feet began to glow.
A faint golden light around Dai Mubai slowly transformed into white light, forming orbs of white energy that hovered around his body. Meanwhile, serpent lightning around Yu Tianqing condensed into a one-meter-long blue dragon that flew around him like a fish through water.
White Tiger's fourth soul skill: White Tiger Meteor Shower.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's fourth soul skill: Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Dash.
As the Blue Lightning Divine Dragon shot forth, it collided head-on with the dozens of white orbs surrounding Dai Mubai. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM... A series of violent explosions rocked the arena, flinging dirt high into the air and blanketing the battlefield in dense dust.
When the smoke finally cleared, Dai Mubai lay sprawled on the ground, his body charred black.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was an offensive powerhouse. Even with the dragon-enhanced single-target attack, Dai Mubai had no way to block it. Thankfully, his opponent wasn't as ruthless as the Shrek students. At the last moment, the thunder dragon veered, only grazing his waist.
Paralyzed by lightning, Dai Mubai lay motionless, eyes locking onto the cold gaze of Zhu Zhuqing nearby. She wore a tight-fitting outfit that accentuated her perfect curves, but her baby-fat face held only apathy. There wasn't a single trace of emotion in her eyes as she looked at him.
The repeated failures made Dai Mubai wonder grimly, 'Zhu Zhuqing and I don't even have a fusion skill. Relying solely on Tang San's weird Blue Silver Grass... can we really beat Davis?'
…
Following Dai Mubai's defeat, Tang San stepped up to the stage.
To everyone's surprise, the unscathed Yu Tianqing decisively stepped off the platform, replaced by the captain of the Thunderclap team—Yu Tianheng, a Soul King, who approached the stage with an expressionless face.
Tang San, having absorbed countless fragments of life energy, had already reached level 47 in soul power—nearing the threshold of Soul King.
But as he faced Yu Tianheng, an unprecedented pressure overwhelmed him. A killer's instinct told him this was no ordinary Soul King. From this man, he felt a pressure comparable to that of a Soul Sage like Zhao Wuji.
Although Yu Tianheng had not yet acquired his sixth soul ring, he had fused an entire set of thunder-attribute soul bones, granting him Soul Emperor-level strength. Against average Soul Sages, he might even win easily.
Before a single strike was exchanged, Tang San was already drenched in sweat, his initial fighting spirit completely extinguished. 'What the hell is with these Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon guys? All of them are ridiculously strong—Yu Tianming, Yu Tianxin, and now even Yu Tianheng?!'
Seeing Tang San frozen, Yu Tianheng smiled and spoke slowly. "Tang San, since you're already on the stage, why haven't you made a move? Show me your strongest technique."
'He's walking around like he's on a stroll, not even putting me in his eyes?' Tang San's killing intent surged as he glared at the man who resembled Yu Tianming. "Don't regret it..."
Before he finished, Tang San swiped at his waist and pulled out a small, unremarkable black hammer. At the same moment, an explosion erupted from his feet, creating a crater beneath him as he launched forward like a cannonball.
Boom! The Clear Sky Hammer slammed into Yu Tianheng's dragonized palm—but he didn't budge an inch. Not even a single scale was damaged.
Bouncing off from the counterforce, Tang San spun around again and struck with another hammer blow.
He repeated this again and again, performing the signature sect technique of the Clear Sky Clan—Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique. Supposedly, at its peak, the technique allowed one to deliver eighty-one uninterrupted blows, each one stronger than the last. Even Soul Masters a level above couldn't withstand the final strike.
Although only direct members of the Clear Sky Clan had access to the complete version, many blacksmiths across the continent had learned a few moves from it.
Still, that didn't reveal Tang San's identity—but the hammer in his hand certainly did. Everyone on the VIP platform recognized it.
Salas's expression slowly changed. 'He actually dared to bring out the Clear Sky Hammer in public. Is he truly fearless? Or does he think we won't recognize it?'
"This is... a twin martial soul?" Ning Fengzhi turned to look at his son-in-law Yu Tianming, eyes gleaming. 'This kid must not be allowed to live. Tianming, find a chance to eliminate him.'
Yu Tianming sneered faintly. "Even with two martial souls, he can only use one at a time. The biggest advantage is absorbing higher-level soul rings. He doesn't have the slightest chance of beating me."
His tone was arrogant to the extreme, drawing attention from the VIP seats—but Ning Fengzhi and Qian Renxue both nodded knowingly.
Salas narrowed his eyes. 'Yu Tianming isn't a twin martial soul user, right? But with Ning Fengzhi reacting like that, could it be he's even more terrifying? I'd better write another secret report to the Pope...'
Qian Renxue, thinking of her mother and Yu Tianming's terrifying soul ring configuration, nodded. "Tianming is right. With Tang San's current strength, even if he masters both martial souls, he won't stand a chance."
Xue Ye the Emperor blinked, then burst out laughing. "Tianming, from the moment I met you ten years ago, I knew we were destined. Back then I wanted Xue Ke to be betrothed to you, but Ning Fengzhi beat me to it."
He turned to 'Xue Qinghe'—actually Qian Renxue in disguise—and said cheerfully, "Qinghe, you're always around Tianming. Take Xue Ke to see him sometime. If he likes her, I'll give half the empire's treasury as her dowry."
Qian Renxue smirked inwardly. 'Once you're dead, the whole Heaven Dou Empire will be ours. And you still want a political marriage? Let's see if you live long enough for that.'
"I understand, Father." Her expression remained elegant and calm, like a young version of Ning Fengzhi.
Behind them, Xue Xing and Xue Beng looked absolutely livid, while Emperor Xue Ye leaned back with a contented sigh, completely forgetting about the match.
On the stage, Tang San was spinning like a top. As his power built up, the Clear Sky Hammer became increasingly difficult to control. Eventually, it looked more like the hammer was swinging him around.
He was already at his limit. Not only was he losing control, but the hammer's backlash was shattering the bones in his arm. Any further and he'd be crippled.
With a grim face, he hurled the hammer with all his might like a hidden weapon, sending it flying at Yu Tianheng. The impact sent Tang San flying backward as well, rolling dozens of times before he stopped.
Yu Tianheng, recognizing the blow's power, finally became serious. His soul rings glowed as he activated a defense-enhancing skill, his body swelling in size.
BOOM—
A huge explosion followed. The ground beneath Yu Tianheng's feet cracked open... but he remained perfectly still, having caught the hammer cleanly.
"How is this possible?"
Tang San stared wide-eyed. 'I put everything into that strike—how can he be totally unharmed?!'
Clang—Yu Tianheng dropped the hammer and calmly walked over to the dirt-covered Tang San.
"For a Soul Ancestor to unleash Soul Emperor-level power, not bad. Your Disorder Splitting Wind technique was solid," Yu Tianheng said coolly. "But that skill has a limit."
He paused before continuing. "Its limit is your physical strength. And as a Tool Spirit Master with a weak body, you've still got a long way to go before you can break my defense."
Seeing Tang San remain silent, Yu Tianheng lost interest, dispelled his martial soul, and walked off the stage.
The technique had too many flaws—its arcing swings and slow build-up made it easy to dodge. Worse, it left the user's body completely exposed. That's why the Clear Sky Clan treated it more like a blacksmithing method than a real combat skill.
Realizing once again how weak he truly was, Tang San stood up and followed Yu Tianheng off the ruined stage.
As the crowd remained silent in awe of Yu Tianheng's overwhelming power, Feng Xiaotian's eyes sparkled with inspiration. He muttered to himself, "Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer? Maybe I can evolve my Gale Thirty-Six Slashes into Seventy-Two..."
(End of Chapter)
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