Blue Silver Battles the Thunder Dragon

In the stands, Ye Lingling's gaze fell on Tang San, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

She recognized him.

Although Tang San was much taller than he had been a year and a half ago, his appearance had not changed much.

It was that little brother. The little brother she had agreed to marry if he helped her resolve her Martial Soul's defect.

Ye Lingling's hand unconsciously tightened around the hem of her skirt. Her heart beat a little faster, like a fawn bounding wildly in her chest, and her blue eyes stared without blinking at the black figure on the Soul Fighting Platform.

Dugu Yan noticed that something was different about Ye Lingling and asked in puzzlement, "Lingling, what's wrong? Do you know that Cyberpunk?"

Ye Lingling nodded gently. "Mm... I've met him once."

"Oh? Where? When?" Dugu Yan's interest was piqued.

"A year and a half ago, in the Soul Hunting Forest. Grandpa and I went there to prepare for my second Soul Ring, and we met him and his teacher. His teacher had been poisoned by a snake, and Grandpa helped cure him."

As Ye Lingling spoke, her gaze never left Tang San on the Soul Fighting Platform.

Dugu Yan raised an eyebrow. An idea suddenly occurred to her, and she said with a smile, "Since he's your friend, Lingling, if he can really beat Yu Tianheng, I'll be his girlfriend."

Hearing this, Ye Lingling turned sharply and stared at Dugu Yan in shock, her eyes wide.

A thought flashed through her mind: How can you copy me? You can't do that!

But reserved as Ye Lingling was, she certainly could not bring herself to say it.

Meanwhile, in the VIP room, Qian Renxue's gaze was also fixed on Tang San.

From the moment Tang San walked out of the contestants' passage, Qian Renxue's eyes had not left him. She had clearly recognized that Cyberpunk was Li Si, the one who had kept calling her "fairy sister."

The corners of Qian Renxue's lips curved ever so slightly, and a trace of amusement flashed through her golden eyes.

Tang San walked to the center of the Soul Fighting Platform and stopped opposite Yu Tianheng.

The two looked at each other.

Yu Tianheng looked down at Tang San, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes. His entire bearing exuded the arrogance typical of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul holder.

"You're Cyberpunk?" Yu Tianheng said, his voice quiet but clear enough, carrying the air of someone scrutinizing an inferior.

"Why ask the obvious?" Tang San replied calmly.

Yu Tianheng smiled, a trace of disdain in his expression. "Just a little brat. I don't know how you got thirty consecutive wins, but today, your streak ends here. Blue Silver Grass is Blue Silver Grass, after all. Before the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, it's nothing."

Tang San did not get angry. He said calmly, "Oh? Then let's see what you can do. I hope you won't be so easily beaten that you disgrace the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

Yu Tianheng's expression changed slightly, and the contempt in his eyes turned to annoyance. He snorted and said no more, deciding to teach this brat who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth a proper lesson on the Soul Fighting Platform.

The host raised his right hand and swept his gaze over the two. The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell silent in an instant.

"Both sides, release your Martial Souls and prepare!"

Yu Tianheng took a deep breath and held his hands loosely clenched before him.

Blue arcs of lightning burst from Yu Tianheng's palms, crackling as they illuminated his handsome face.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, possess!"

With a low shout, Yu Tianheng's body abruptly swelled. Blue dragon scales appeared on his arms, his hands transformed into dragon claws, and blue lightning flickered at his fingertips.

Two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet and pulsed slowly. The arcs of lightning around him reflected one another, enveloping Yu Tianheng in a blue halo.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul was released in full. That pressure from an ancient behemoth and its innate overbearing might were indeed beyond the reach of ordinary Martial Souls.

A chorus of astonishment rose from the audience.

Tang San stood where he was and merely raised his right hand, palm up.

A stalk of Blue Silver Grass emerged from his palm.

Its purplish-green stem, silver patterns, and butterfly-shaped leaves shimmered with a dreamlike luster under the lights.

Two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath Tang San's feet and pulsed slowly.

That was right. Before coming to the Soul Fighting match, Tang San had already used the skill of his External Soul Bone, Dreamlike Illusion Eyes, to disguise his second Soul Ring as yellow.

To all appearances, both of Tang San's Soul Rings were yellow hundred-year Soul Rings, no different from those of an ordinary Soul Grandmaster. No one knew that Tang San's true second Soul Ring was a three-thousand-year purple Soul Ring.

The host's raised right hand came down sharply, and his voice rang out like a great bell, exploding through the entire Soul Fighting Arena:

"Soul Fighting, begin!"

The instant the host finished speaking, Yu Tianheng moved.

Blue arcs of lightning exploded over Yu Tianheng's body with a sharp crackle. He kicked off the ground and shot forward like a bolt of blue lightning, crossing more than ten meters in an instant. A dragon claw wreathed in lightning struck straight for Tang San's chest.

It was incredibly fast.

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly, and his body instinctively leaned back, narrowly avoiding the claw. Lightning swept past his face, scorching several strands of hair into brittle curls.

His strike missed, but Yu Tianheng did not pause for an instant. His dragon claw pressed downward, five fingers spread as a dazzling blue lightning ball gathered in his palm and bore down on Tang San's face.

First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw.

Blue Silver Grass gushed from Tang San's right palm, rapidly weaving into a thick shield in front of him.

"Boom!"

The lightning ball exploded against the shield. Blue arcs spread along the vines, enveloping the entire shield in a net of electricity.

The Blue Silver Grass trembled violently under the lightning strike, and scorched black marks appeared on its surface. But the shield did not collapse. Beneath the charred outer layer, new vines grew rapidly, replacing the damaged sections layer by layer.

Using the force of the explosion, Tang San slid back several meters, opening up some distance between himself and Yu Tianheng.

Yu Tianheng glanced down at his dragon claw, then at the shield repairing itself in Tang San's hand, and frowned slightly.

"Interesting," Yu Tianheng said. "But Blue Silver Grass is Blue Silver Grass, after all. Let's see how long you can hold out."

Before he had even finished speaking, Yu Tianheng charged again.

This time, Yu Tianheng's assault was even more ferocious. His claws struck in alternation, each blow wreathed in raging lightning and leaving blue afterimages in the air.

Tang San did not meet the attacks head-on. He moved nimbly, dodging left and right amid Yu Tianheng's furious onslaught. Blue Silver Grass poured continuously from his palm, now turning into vines that coiled toward Yu Tianheng's ankles, now becoming spikes that thrust up from the ground, disrupting the rhythm of his attacks.

Yu Tianheng's response was equally decisive. Whenever the Blue Silver Grass coiled toward him, he released lightning to blast it away; whenever spikes thrust up from the ground, he smashed them apart with a swipe of his claw.

Lightning's restraining effect on Blue Silver Grass was obvious. Vines struck by lightning withered and blackened in an instant, recovering much more slowly than usual. Tang San had to expend more Soul Power to keep producing Blue Silver Grass.

But Tang San was in no hurry.

Tang San knew that this battle was not about whose attacks were fiercer, but whose stamina would last longer.

In the stands, Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan both followed the black figure on the Soul Fighting Platform intently, all four eyes fixed without blinking on every exchange.

At some point, Dugu Yan had sat up straight. When Yu Tianheng tore through the vines with a claw and his lightning nearly struck Tang San, she suddenly grabbed Ye Lingling's hand.

"Come on, Cyberpunk, come on!" Dugu Yan could not help shouting, her voice full of tension and urgency.

When Dugu Yan grabbed her, Ye Lingling turned to look at her tense expression and asked softly, "Yanzi, do you really want to be his girlfriend that badly?"