"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, a muffled pu! sounded — Liu Erlong staggered back, blood spilling from her lips.
"Erlong!" Flender reacted quickly, catching her arm. He looked up to see Dugu Bo on the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's spectator platform, coldly staring back. His heart skipped a beat.
Just now Liu Erlong really had gone too far.
She had even tried to direct her killing intent toward Yang Yunhai on the field. No wonder Dugu Bo would strike out.
And interfering with contestants in battle — that was also against the rules.
On the side, Yu Xiaogang was forced back by the sudden pressure and nearly fell, if not for Yu Tianheng catching him. His face pale, he looked toward Dugu Bo, completely at a loss.
Flender steadied Liu Erlong with one hand, bowed slightly with the other, and said, "Apologies, referee, Elder Dugu. Erlong was worried about her injured student and lost her temper."
"Heh, is that so?" Dugu Bo sneered, but no longer pressed the matter, his expression returning to calm.
They were destined to die sooner or later — why bother?
The referee turned toward the VIP seats. Salas' face was cold as he declared, "A major demerit. The offending instructor is banned from entering the venue for three days due to emotional misconduct. Leave immediately. If this happens again, the academy will be disqualified from the tournament."
Flender let out a sigh of relief and tugged Liu Erlong's arm. "Erlong, take Jiangzhu and Oscar to escort Mubai to the infirmary."
Liu Erlong's eyes still burned with fury, but she forced it down and nodded, turning to leave with her group.
"Hmph, serves them right." Huo Wu's face was frosty as she watched them go.
Having been suppressed earlier by Erlong's aura, she too was simmering with anger.
'His control over aura has grown sharper… Dugu Bo's strength has improved considerably.' Sword Douluo sighed inwardly from the VIP stand.
On the battlefield, Yu Tianheng strode forward, hatred flickering in his eyes.
Whether for the honor of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, or for his injured comrades and aunt, this time, he had to defeat Yang Yunhai!
Yang Yunhai stood calmly, waiting.
At 20 meters, Yu Tianheng released his martial soul. "Martial Soul Possession, Dragon Transformation! Third soul skill, Thunder Fury!" His arms swelled, covered in violet-blue scales, hands turning into dragon claws as arcs of lightning crackled across his body, his aura soaring.
His right leg pushed off the ground and he darted forward, deliberately skirting the ground where Dai Mubai had fallen, charging straight for Yang Yunhai.
Behind Yang Yunhai, arcs of lightning suddenly crackled into existence, two golden sparks forming in mid-air. Lightning gathered toward those golden cores, condensing rapidly into two basin-sized golden thunderballs.
Gritting his teeth, Yu Tianheng swung his claw mid-run. "First soul skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"
A massive claw-shadow shot toward Yang Yunhai's head.
At the same time, his fourth soul ring lit up, blue lightning surging around him. Behind him, the phantom of a Blue Lightning Dragon took form, growing more solid with each step. Lightning swarmed his arms until they gleamed with dazzling brilliance.
Yang Yunhai raised his hand and threw a punch. "Thunder Fist!"
Boom! The claw-shadow shattered instantly.
"Fourth soul skill, Blue Lightning Dragon Assault!" Yu Tianheng roared as the phantom dragon behind him lunged forward.
Yang Yunhai crooked his finger. The two thunderballs shot out.
Rumble!
One smashed into the dragon's head, exploding in golden light, colliding with the blue lightning and dazzling the arena.
The next instant—
boom!
A second explosion thundered as the other thunderball struck. Gold light engulfed everything.
"Ahhh!" Yu Tianheng screamed as his body was blasted out of the light, wreathed in golden lightning, smoke rising off him.
'Why… why like this…?' His unwilling eyes dimmed as he lost consciousness.
"The direct heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan… just this?"
The other academy teams were stunned.
Both wielded lightning — but the gap was enormous. Yang Yunhai hadn't even moved his legs, and Yu Tianheng had already collapsed.
"Too strong! He doesn't even have lightning-attribute soul skills, but he's stronger than someone who does!"
"And the way he uses them — seamless, unpredictable!"
"... "
"What terrifying battle wisdom." The academy instructors' faces turned grim.
One thunderball to clash head-on and blind everyone with the light, the other to strike at Yu Tianheng in the opening. Even if Yu Tianheng had guessed, what could he do? No one would stare straight into that explosion.
The moment he flinched, that slight blind spot guaranteed the second strike would hit.
This wasn't just mastery of his own skills — it was mastery over his opponent's.
Bang!
Yu Tianheng hit the ground, unconscious.
His chest was scorched black, blood trickling from his mouth, his body twitching violently — his thighs spasming uncontrollably.
"Teacher, let me go up!" Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes firm.
Yu Xiaogang fell silent. Tai Long, Dai Mubai, Yu Tianheng, Xiao Wu — their four strongest attackers — had all fallen. The rest stood no chance. Sending them out would just give Yang Yunhai chances to sap their soul power with his vines. Worse, too many injuries today would cripple tomorrow's matches.
The only one left who could threaten Yang Yunhai was his disciple, Tang San.
But with the enmity between them, Yang Yunhai would never hold back. If Tang San entered, he risked being truly maimed. Yu Xiaogang's face twisted with hesitation.
Then Tang San stood, his voice heavy. "For Shrek's honor."
Without waiting for a reply, he strode into the arena.
The referee frowned. According to Shrek's submitted order, it wasn't Tang San's turn yet.
"We surrender the previous two rounds," Tang San said.
'Excellent, more time saved.' The referee nodded, saying no more.
"That's Tang San, heir of the Clear Sky Clan?"
"Didn't he lose every fight to Yang Yunhai before? Can he really win this time?"
"I think Shrek's about to be wiped clean. The two who haven't fought yet? They'd just be throwing themselves away too!"
"Not necessarily. Tang San is a Soul Ancestor now."
As Tang San entered, students on the platforms whispered among themselves.
On the field, Tang San ignored them all, his expression cold as he stopped 20 meters from Yang Yunhai.
"Yang Yunhai, you will pay for what you've done!" He glared, voice icy.
"Then prove it with your strength." Yang Yunhai's tone was calm.
"As you wish!" Tang San's eyes flashed with cold light. He raised his right hand and summoned his Blue Silver Grass.
"What an evil aura!" Inside the spirit bone space, Yiner's voice echoed. "Yun, his cultivation has improved a lot. His soul power is already rank 45."
'So, in this month's break, Tang San went out and hunted soul beasts…' Yang Yunhai guessed.
Tang San slapped his hand down.
"First soul skill, Bind!"
(End of Chapter)
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