Silver Soul Douluo Badge Shocks Suotuo

Ling Yun's first battle ended in an almost bizarre fashion, instantly setting Arena Three ablaze. The news seemed to grow wings as it rapidly spread throughout the Great Soul Arena.

A mysterious youth codenamed "Dragon Emperor" had defeated a level-twenty-seven Defense Type Soul Grandmaster in one move from a distance, without even using his martial soul!

The record was so shocking that many initially dismissed it as a rumor or a publicity stunt by the Soul Fighting Arena. Yet as the spectators present fervently described what they had seen, and the arena officials offered no denial, people gradually came to believe it. An extraordinary monster had arrived in Suotuo City.

Over the following days, Ling Yun became the hottest rising star at the Soto Great Soul Arena. Without fail, he entered two one-on-one Soul Fighting matches every day. His opponents ranged from Soul Grand Masters to Soul Elders, from Assault Types to Control Types and Agility Types, but the results were always the same.

No matter who his opponent was or what Soul Skill they used, Ling Yun always needed only one move—sometimes a palm strike from afar, sometimes a simple punch, and sometimes merely a glance to intimidate them with Dragon Might. No Soul Rings shone, no dazzling Soul Skills were unleashed—there was only the crushing force of pure, tyrannical power!

His fighting style completely overturned people's understanding of Soul Master combat. Before him, Soul Rings and Soul Skills seemed like dispensable ornaments. Before absolute power, every technique was futile.

His points soared like a rocket. His Iron Soul Douluo badge was quickly exchanged for a Bronze Soul Douluo badge, and then a Silver Soul Douluo badge! The speed at which he became a Silver Soul Douluo broke the record for the Soto Great Soul Arena since its founding!

The name "Dragon Emperor" resounded throughout Suotuo City! Countless people flocked to the arena just to witness this mysterious powerhouse for themselves. Tickets to his matches became nearly impossible to obtain, while the betting pools overwhelmingly favored his victory.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others were also training in the Soul Fighting Arena, and their results were quite impressive as well. Relying on the strange secret arts of the Tang Sect and his Control Type martial soul, Tang San also achieved a winning streak and earned a Bronze Soul Douluo badge. Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and the others advanced in rank as well.

But beneath Ling Yun's performance, dazzling as the blazing sun, their brilliance appeared utterly dim.

Whenever Ling Yun fought, Tang San would silently stand in a corner of the stands, his face dark as he watched that invincible figure on the stage, like a god of war. The more easily Ling Yun won, the greater the pressure in Tang San's heart became. Opponents he had to defeat with all his strength were utterly helpless before Ling Yun. The gap filled him with despair.

He had also observed Ling Yun in secret, trying to uncover his weakness, but found nothing. Ling Yun's strength seemed endless, and his combat style left no trace to follow. He simply broke technique with force, overwhelming every trick with sheer power.

That evening, Ling Yun faced his first hard battle after advancing to Silver Soul Douluo. His opponent was a level-thirty-eight Assault Type Battle Soul Elder codenamed "Mad Rhino." His martial soul was the Raging Rhinoceros, and he was renowned for his strength, with a fierce reputation among Soul Elders.

The spectator stands were packed, and the atmosphere was heated to its peak. Many wanted to see whether the undefeated "Dragon Emperor" could continue his legend when facing a Soul Elder whose level far surpassed his own.

"The match begins!" The referee brought down his flag.

Mad Rhino let out a furious roar. The white, yellow, and purple Soul Rings beneath his feet shone brilliantly as his body swelled in size, his skin becoming as rough as rhinoceros hide. A sharp horn condensed above his nose. He directly unleashed his Third Soul Skill—Berserk Charge! Like an out-of-control chariot, he charged at Ling Yun with enough force to crush everything in his path! Speed and strength combined, his momentum was terrifying!

Cries of alarm rose from the stands as everyone worried for Ling Yun.

Yet faced with that savage charge, Ling Yun remained where he stood, neither dodging nor retreating. Only when Mad Rhino reached him did he slowly raise his right hand, spread his fingers, and gently press them toward that sharp horn.

The movement was gentle, forming a stark contrast to Mad Rhino's berserk momentum.

The next instant, a scene that none of them would ever forget unfolded.

The menacing Mad Rhino, the instant he touched Ling Yun's palm, seemed to have rammed into an eternal divine mountain! All his momentum came to an abrupt halt! The sharp horn, carrying the power of his Third Soul Skill, could not advance even an inch when it was just inches from Ling Yun's palm!

Time seemed to freeze.

Ling Yun's palm steadily blocked Mad Rhino's full-force charge! Even the corner of his clothes did not flutter!

The savage expression on Mad Rhino's face froze, turning into utter horror and disbelief! His strength felt like a clay ox sinking into the sea, while his opponent's palm seemed to contain the weight of the entire world!

"Your strength is passable, but... too crude." Ling Yun offered the comment calmly, then lightly clenched the five fingers pressing against the air.

Boom!

An invisible shockwave erupted from the center of his fist! Mad Rhino's huge body flew backward as if struck by a massive hammer, moving even faster than he had charged. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he crashed heavily against the edge of the stage and fainted.

An instant kill! Another one-move instant kill! This time, his opponent was a level-thirty-eight Assault Type Battle Soul Elder!

The entire main Soul Fighting Arena—because Ling Yun's match had drawn so much attention, it had been arranged in the main arena—fell into deathly silence. Then, a tidal wave of cheers erupted!

"Dragon Emperor! Dragon Emperor! Dragon Emperor!"

The spectators madly shouted the codename, their eyes filled with fervor and worship.

Ling Yun withdrew his hand expressionlessly, as though he had merely swatted away a fly. His gaze swept over the stands and paused briefly somewhere. Tang San stood there, staring at him with an ashen face.

The corner of Ling Yun's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly before he turned and walked off the stage.

After this battle, the reputation of "Dragon Emperor" reached its peak. Everyone understood that as long as "Dragon Emperor" remained at the Soto Great Soul Arena, no other Soul Elder-level contestant would ever have a chance to rise. He was now universally recognized as invincible beneath the Soul Ancestor realm!

Ling Yun, meanwhile, began turning his sights toward the higher-level Soul Ancestor matches. To him, the Silver Soul Douluo badge was only the beginning. He needed stronger opponents to hone his combat skills and awaken the potential of the Origin Soul Ring.

At the same time, he needed to earn more Gold Soul Coins. Although the Great Soul Arena's prize money was generous, it was still a drop in the bucket compared to the heavenly treasures he would need for his future cultivation. He needed to find other sources of income.

And all of this was watched from high in the stands by a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses, a shrewd merchant's smile hanging at the corners of his mouth.

Flender looked at Ling Yun, who was being cheered by the masses below, then at the despondent Tang San in the distance. He adjusted his glasses, and a glint flashed through his eyes.

"Looks like it's time to give these little monsters something stronger. Team Battles should be put on the schedule. Ling Yun, this whetstone, is perfect for tempering Little San and the others. It's just that... this blade seems a little too sharp. It had better not shatter all the other blades..."

A team Soul Fighting match, carefully planned by Flender to temper Tang San and the others yet destined to stir up an even greater storm, was quietly brewing.