"Is this your strongest lightning attack? Not impressive at all! Doesn't hurt, doesn't itch."
Yang Yunhai's voice carried through the arena. "Your comprehension of martial souls is utterly pathetic."
As he spoke, he lifted his right hand, middle and index finger joined and pointing skyward. "Since your turn is over, now it's mine!"
At his words, golden patterns flared across the surface of the Blue Silver Grass. His pupils glowed with gold, lightning flickering within. For hundreds of meters, lightning elements responded, surging toward him. "Zzzzt zzzzt"—sparks flashed faintly in the air.
At his fingertip, golden arcs of lightning rapidly gathered.
"Feel my thunder!" His calm voice reverberated across the arena.
"Damn! Electricity!" Some spectators yelped, jerking their hands or leaping from their seats as if shocked.
"It's reaching us from here!?" The crowd was stunned.
"A lightning-attribute martial soul?" Ning Fengzhi asked in surprise, turning to Xue Ye.
"Correct." Emperor Xue Ye stroked his beard with a smile. "Student Yang's Blue Silver Grass is a mutated martial soul, but it's a malignant mutation. He must constantly absorb soul rings from life-attribute soul beasts to reinforce the life aspect of his martial soul and balance out the lightning attribute."
"According to him, if the lightning attribute surpasses his life attribute, he could explode and die."
"I see." Ning Fengzhi nodded. "Attributes clashing… a malignant mutation. No wonder his innate soul power was only 0.5." He sighed with admiration. "Yet he discovered it early and even devised a solution. Remarkable, truly remarkable."
Seeing Yang Yunhai now, he must have already solved his martial soul's defect. Top-tier cultivation aptitude, top-tier lightning martial soul, overwhelming attack and formidable control.
If he reached Titled Douluo, his strength would certainly place him among the peak of the peak. His future limitless.
Most importantly—his character was outstanding.
Ning Fengzhi's gaze shone brighter. There was no better candidate in the soul master world than Yang Yunhai.
"Indeed, very rare," Xue Ye replied with a knowing smile.
'So far apart…' Behind them, Bone Douluo admired the way surrounding lightning responded to him.
What of twin martial souls? A dual-attribute martial soul was just as terrifying. In Yang Yunhai's hands, perhaps stronger. With his comprehension, he could push both attributes to the extreme. One plus one would not simply equal two.
Tang San, by comparison, hadn't even fully understood Blue Silver Grass.
"A mutated lightning martial soul?" In the stands, Tang Hao's eyes flashed. 'So that's it. The golden lines weren't signs of evolving into Blue Silver Emperor, but the mark of lightning.'
'At such a young age, possessing this strength… a future enemy of the Clear Sky Sect. He must not be allowed to grow unchecked.' His eyes glinted with killing intent.
"A lightning martial soul?" Yu Xiaogang too was stunned.
'Was his innate defect truly from attribute clash? So his innate soul power was only 0.5?' He clenched his fists, face pale.
'Maybe… maybe I was the same. If only I had realized earlier. If only…' His heart filled with bitter regret.
Too late. Far too late.
"A mutated lightning martial soul," Tang San muttered, face dark, his fists tightening.
'Still blaming fate? Like master, like disciple…' Ning Rongrong glanced once, then turned back to the arena. "Is that a self-created soul skill?"
From Yang Yunhai's fingertip, lightning surged into a half-meter golden sphere, swelling larger with each passing second. It had been only a few heartbeats.
So fast. Too fast.
"Spread out, surround him, then focus fire!" Yu Tianxin barked, charging.
"The Blue Silver Grass around him is clearly to help channel energy for his second skill. We can't let him block again. And avoid the thunderball at all costs."
His teammates' faces hardened. They understood now why Yunhai taunted them earlier—it was provocation, baiting them to attack head-on. One direction was easier to guard than all sides.
"Dammit!" They scattered at once.
"Second soul skill, Thunder Rush!" Lei Tian reached above Yunhai, thunder flashing between his hands before blasting downward at the golden sphere.
A vine-serpent by the thunderball lashed out as if anticipating, biting into the arc.
Boom!
Lightning detonated, but spread harmlessly through the Blue Silver Grass and dispersed.
Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes. 'Too quick. Could Yang Yunhai sense lightning in the air, predicting the timing of enemy soul skills?'
"Go!" Yang Yunhai flicked his finger. The thunderball streaked forward.
"First soul skill, Discharge!" One Thunderclap Academy student flung a lightning arc to trigger it.
But the ball swerved midair like a living thing, curving past the strike and heading straight for Yu Tianxin.
"A controllable thunderball!?" Yu Tianxin's face darkened.
"Dammit!" He braced, releasing a wide-area strike. "Second soul skill, Fifteen Ton Thunder!"
He couldn't dodge. The thunderball exploded, golden lightning erupting across the stage.
Yu Tianxin was blasted across the ground, face-first, body twitching. Teammates near him crumpled, shuddering violently.
"Even Yu Tianxin can't block it!" the crowd gasped.
"Just a casual attack, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon can't withstand it?"
Yang Yunhai's calm voice rang out.
Yu Tianxin's face flushed red as he roared, bursting with blue light to dispel the arcs, then charged again.
"Don't underestimate us!" The remaining Thunderclap members followed, unleashing their strongest skills.
"Fourth soul skill, Blue Lightning Dragon Assualt!" Yu Tianxin hurled a giant dragon forward.
"Fourth soul skill, Thunder Hawk!"
"Third soul skill…" Lightning burst across the stage.
"Still not enough!" Yang Yunhai's eyes flashed. He clenched his fist.
"Thunderstorm!"
Golden lightning erupted outward, smashing through every attack save the dragon.
"Thunder Fist!" He drove a punch forward, colliding with the dragon.
Boom!
The dragon shattered into arcs. Yunhai's lightning roared on, bursting across the arena, blasting every Thunderclap member off their feet.
"Argh!" They crashed down, twitching, some coughing blood.
"This is insane!" spectators cried.
"All self-created soul skills… too strong!"
'Can my Thirty-Six Slash even touch him?' Feng Xiaotian grimaced in the distance.
'So many self-created skills…' Tang San clenched his jaw, face flushed with frustration.
'See the gap? Without Immortal Herbs, others still surpass you through comprehension and creation.' Ning Rongrong glanced at him, oddly relieved.
Yang Yunhai is incredible.
'How… how is he doing this? Some secret method?' Yu Xiaogang's face burned with envy.
Dai Mubai said nothing, pale.
Yu Tianheng's eyes reddened, watching his cousin humiliated. Hatred burned. 'One day, we will reclaim the honor of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.'
Onstage, Yang Yunhai rose slowly, scanning them. "Still won't admit defeat?"
Seven faces flushed with shame. Seven against one, utterly crushed.
"I… I haven't lost yet!" Yu Tianxin staggered up.
Yang Yunhai regarded him calmly. "Yu Tianxin, you're a man. Braver than Yu Tianheng. But this battle ends now. Out of respect, I'll finish you decisively."
Golden light surged from his body, four soul rings blazing.
"Ring Fusion!" Ning Fengzhi leaned forward, eyes wide.
"Fourth soul skill, Thunder Prison!" Yang Yunhai roared. A golden dome expanded outward, arcs chaining together, golden sparks condensing inside.
Thunderclap Academy's students froze, bodies convulsing, voices silenced—then golden sparks exploded everywhere.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The stage cracked and collapsed.
"Holy—!" The crowd gaped, horrified.
"Could a Soul Ancestor really unleash this!?" Competitors paled.
A hundred meters of the arena was now a sea of lightning, golden spheres blooming like deadly stars. The Thunderclap team was gone from sight.
"We surrender!" a desperate cry came.
"Don't worry—I avoided fatal damage," Yang Yunhai's voice followed.
Seven twitching bodies were soon lifted out on vines and deposited at their mentor's feet.
"Heaven Dou Royal Academy wins!" the referee declared.
The crowd erupted in cheers, thunderous.
Feng Xiaotian slumped, despairing. "Impossible… to beat him."
"Forget it, sister. We can't win," Huo Wushuang told Huo Wu, who bit her lip in bitter silence.
"Wah… he's so manly." In Skywater Academy's section, Shui Yue'er's eyes sparkled dreamily.
Her teammates groaned, covering their faces.
In Shrek's stands, everyone sat in silence—even Tang San.
No counter. No way to crack Yang Yunhai's fourth skill.
'Are we… really destined to lose?' his heart whispered with burning unwillingness.
But deep inside, his thirst for power surged ever stronger.
Meanwhile, Yang Yunhai rejoined his team.
"Captain, you're too strong! From today, you're my idol!" Yu Feng gushed.
Yang Yunhai only smiled, waiting quietly for the award ceremony.
(End of Chapter)
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