Gentle Fist

"Blue Silver Grass Soul Master? Level 34?" Yu Tianheng stared at the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul in disbelief, then asked Qin Ming, "How could a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul possibly cultivate to Level 34? This has to be fake! And he's only Level 34-how did he manage a 51-win streak?"

Qin Ming turned away and said coolly, "That's the truth. I asked the Soul Fighting Arena too. This Soul Master registered a little over a month ago, and they tested his Soul Power then. He really was only Level 34. Even if his Soul Power increased during the past month and he didn't report it, he'd be Level 35 at most."

Yu Tianheng was visibly shocked, as were the other members of the Imperial Fighting Team. They had never heard of a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master cultivating Soul Power to such a high level.

"All right, I've given you the information. The Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City hopes you can help them defeat the Soul Master known as the Blue Silver Emperor." With his hands behind his back, Qin Ming faced away from Yu Tianheng and said, "Because of his win streak, all the spectators have been betting on him to win, costing the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City a lot of money. That's why they came to us."

Yu Tianheng nodded confidently. "Don't worry, teacher. I'll put an end to his win streak."

Soon, the one-on-one Soul Fighting began. The host announced, "Today's fifth one-on-one match features the Blue Silver Emperor, who has achieved a 51-win streak in Suotuo City and has 34 levels of Soul Power, against the Silver Spirit Badge Soul Master, Yu Tianheng, who has 39 levels of Soul Power. Both sides, prepare."

Zhao Zilong looked at Yu Tianheng across from him. He seemed to be around eighteen or nineteen, and Zhao Zilong couldn't help feeling contemptuous. Yu Tianheng was older than Dai Mubai, yet his Soul Power was only one level higher. The twin stars of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were nothing special after all.

Though he couldn't help thinking this, Zhao Zilong didn't dare underestimate Yu Tianheng's strength. He released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and two yellow Spirit Rings and one purple Spirit Ring appeared beneath his feet. He muttered to himself, "The world's strongest Beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul. My Martial Soul is somewhat countered by it. This should be the strongest opponent I've faced so far!"

Hmph, putting on an act. And what's with that lousy mask? Just wait. I'll smash it. Yu Tianheng looked at Zhao Zilong, annoyed. He released his Martial Soul, a gigantic Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and three Spirit Rings-yellow, yellow, and purple-appeared.

Looking at Zhao Zilong's mask, Yu Tianheng could tell from the exposed skin that his opponent was very young, probably about the same age as himself. Reaching Level 34 at that age truly made him a rare genius. And this guy had also achieved a 51-win streak. Even if Suotuo City was a small city without many powerful Soul Masters, a 51-win streak was still extremely rare.

"Let the match begin!"

"Ha!" Electricity flashed over Yu Tianheng's body as he charged at Zhao Zilong, currents coursing through him.

"Spider Web Bind!" Zhao Zilong flung out a web. The large-area Control Type Soul Skill immediately ensnared Yu Tianheng, but arcs of electricity still flashed across it.

"Bamboo Leaf Sword Rain!" Countless Blue Silver Grass leaves shot toward Yu Tianheng like sharp blades and swords.

"Second Soul Skill: Thunder's Might!" A powerful surge of lightning erupted in an instant, forming a shock wave that shattered Spider Web Bind. The incoming Bamboo Leaf Sword Rain was knocked aside as well.

Although part of the Blue Silver Grass had been destroyed, more quickly wrapped around Yu Tianheng. But his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul carried extremely powerful lightning energy. Whenever the Blue Silver Grass touched him, the lightning shattered it, greatly weakening its ability to restrain him.

"Tch. Looks like this Blue Silver Grass really is much stronger than ordinary Blue Silver Grass." Yu Tianheng sneered. His hands became dragon claws, and he easily tore apart the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him.

"Damn, this Martial Soul's getting countered pretty badly!" Zhao Zilong couldn't help grumbling. This was a thousand-year Soul Skill, with a lifespan of 5,100 years, yet a Soul Skill from a hundred-year Spirit Ring had broken it.

The members of Shrek on the viewing platform watched the match below with great interest. Seeing Zhao Zilong unable to restrain Yu Xiaogang, Dai Mubai said in surprise, "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul seems to counter Zi Long's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul badly. Zi Long's Third Soul Skill was broken so easily."

"Indeed," Yu Xiaogang agreed. "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul is the world's strongest Beast Martial Soul. It carries lightning, which counters all Plant-type Martial Souls, not just Blue Silver Grass. It looks like Zi Long has finally met his match."

Yu Xiaogang felt conflicted about the fight between Zhao Zilong and Yu Tianheng. He hoped Zhao Zilong would win, but he hoped even more that Yu Tianheng would win.

Zhao Zilong's brilliance on the team was too dazzling. Yu Xiaogang wanted to see Zhao Zilong defeated. Only if he lost could the brilliance of his disciple, Tang San, shine through.

Meng Yiran, however, said confidently, "But Zi Long's strength doesn't stop there."

Yu Xiaogang looked serious as he said, "This time, it really may be hard to say. His Martial Soul is completely countered, and he's already fought so many matches. People know all about his method of using Blue Silver Grass leaves as Hidden Weapons. Xiao San said before that Hidden Weapons are far less effective if they can't be used for surprise attacks. Unless he uses his External Soul Bone, he's very likely to lose this time."

After hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, everyone fell silent.

After several exchanges, Zhao Zilong realized that his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul really was being countered. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul's boost to Yu Tianheng didn't just grant him speed and strength; it also gave him lightning attacks. And now Yu Tianheng's hands had turned into dragon claws, making him even more powerful. Although he was only one level above Dai Mubai, the pressure he put on Zhao Zilong was immense.

If they fought head-on, Dai Mubai would definitely be no match for Yu Tianheng.

"This really is dangerous!" Zhao Zilong used Lingbo Weibu to evade an attack. Seeing lightning strike the spot where he had just been standing, he felt a shiver of alarm.

Yu Tianheng was getting irritated too. He said coldly, "You're pretty good at running! But the Arena's only so big. Let's see how far you can run."

Zhao Zilong understood that although Lingbo Weibu was fast, he couldn't keep dodging with it forever.

"Looks like Blue Silver Grass won't win this one. Perfect time to test the power of Gentle Fist." As he spoke, veins rose around Zhao Zilong's eyes. His black pupils turned white, and he took an Eight Trigrams Palm stance.

When Zhao Zilong activated Byakugan, Yu Tianheng grew wary. What's going on with his eyes? Why do they make me feel like I'm in danger?

This guy really isn't simple. But so what? In the face of absolute strength, all that's left is to submit...

The lightning around Yu Tianheng grew even brighter. He charged at Zhao Zilong again, growling, "First Soul Skill: Thunder Dragon Claw!"

After activating Byakugan, Zhao Zilong's field of vision widened, and he could clearly see the flow of Soul Power. At that moment, all of Yu Tianheng's Soul Power was concentrated in his hands. With his palms leading, he charged straight in.

Zhao Zilong charged forward too. Using Lingbo Weibu, he dodged the direct attack, deflected Yu Tianheng's left fist with his left palm, then pressed the index and middle fingers of his right hand against Yu Tianheng's forearm, directly injecting Soul Power into it.

Yu Tianheng immediately felt a sharp pain in his arm. The lightning gathered in his palm quickly dissipated. But he didn't pay it much mind, and at such close range, his right fist struck again. Zhao Zilong did the same thing as before, easily deflecting it and pressing a finger against Yu Tianheng's right forearm.

With both hands struck at their acupoints, Yu Tianheng's arms stung as if pricked by needles and couldn't move for a moment. Zhao Zilong immediately pressed his advantage, landing several palm strikes on Yu Tianheng's body. With a bang, Soul Power burst as both palms struck Yu Tianheng in the chest, sending him flying several meters before he crashed to the ground.