"Ugh..." Yu Tianheng lay on the ground, a dull pain pulsing through his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood. Both his hands felt as though thousands of tiny needles were pricking them-painful and numb.
Damn it, what just happened? My Dragon Transformation form disappeared...
Yu Tianheng wasn't the only one stunned. The Imperial Fighting Team in the rest area was also shocked. Yu Tianheng had clearly been dominating his opponent just moments ago. How had things suddenly turned around? Their captain, Yu Tianheng, had been sent flying. Dugu Yan was especially furious. "What kind of underhanded trick did that guy use?"
Qin Ming's expression turned grave as well. "It seems that this Soul Master named Blue Silver Emperor really wasn't as simple as he appeared. No wonder he has a Win Streak of 51."
On the Shrek Academy side, everyone was thrilled to see Zhao Zilong send his opponent flying. Only Tang San wore a deep frown. Unbeknownst to himself, he had activated his Purple Demon Eye. He stared at the blue veins around Zhao Zilong's eyes and his pale pupils, thinking, What kind of eyes are those? They must be some kind of special eyesight ability. Could these unusual eyes be the result of Zhao Zilong's eye-training technique?
At the thought, Tang San vehemently rejected the idea. Impossible. How could anyone else in this world have special eyes besides me? Absolutely impossible.
Tang San stared at Zhao Zilong's eyes, unable to accept it. He could tolerate Zhao Zilong having Twin Martial Souls, being stronger than him, and having better talent than him. But he couldn't tolerate Zhao Zilong having a cheat like his.
Tang San understood that the Tang Sect's Hidden Arts from his previous life were his precious trump cards. They were powers far greater than Martial Souls and Soul Skills.
And yet now he saw that there was another person in this world who possessed a similar kind of power. Though it was different from the Mysterious Heaven Skill, it was still a powerful force that surpassed the Martial Soul itself.
Seeing Zhao Zilong's special eyes made Tang San even more jealous. For a long time, Tang San had suspected that Zhao Zilong was a transmigrator like him, someone from another world. Now, Tang San was even more certain of it.
Zhao Zilong kept displaying special abilities that weren't from the Douluo Continent, and Tang San couldn't accept it. On this Douluo Continent, I, Tang San, should be the only one with special abilities. Why should you have them too?
Having lived two lives, and having been a genius and extraordinary in both, Tang San had always arrogantly believed he was destined to stand at the peak of the Douluo Continent. Or perhaps coming to the Douluo Continent was fate's arrangement, and he had come here to stand at the top of this world. His pride made Tang San believe that everyone, whether enemy or friend, should be green leaves that set him off. He alone should be the protagonist of this world.
But Zhao Zilong's arrival had dimmed Tang San's light. Zhao Zilong was clearly his teammate, and there was no enmity between them. Yet each time Tang San saw Zhao Zilong display one of these special abilities, his jealousy and wariness reached new heights. Before he knew it, a seed of hatred had taken root in his heart.
As expected of the Gentle Fist! It's more powerful than ordinary Soul Skills. Zhao Zilong was surprised, but even more delighted. Tang San had the Mysterious Heaven Skill, which could grow stronger; he had the Gentle Fist, which could grow stronger too.
"Damn it!" Yu Tianheng got back to his feet. He could still feel the needle-like sting in his hands, though it had eased considerably. He growled, "Third Soul Skill: Wrath of Thunder..."
Rumble, rumble... A peal of thunder rang out, and the lightning around Yu Tianheng shone even brighter. Zhao Zilong could feel that Yu Tianheng's Soul Power had increased considerably under the effect of this move.
Looking at his hands, which had once again turned into dragon claws, Yu Tianheng found that after using Wrath of Thunder, the painful, numb, needle-prick sensation was quickly fading. He stood atop the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, looking down at Zhao Zilong. "You really are strong. But as a descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, I will never lose to you. This move, Wrath of Thunder, increases my attack power by one hundred percent and my Soul Power intensity by fifty percent. Take this! Thunder's Might!"
This time, Yu Tianheng had learned his lesson. Until he figured out what Soul Skill Zhao Zilong was using, he wouldn't recklessly approach him again. Instead, he directly used the area-of-effect Soul Skill, Thunder's Might.
Zhao Zilong immediately used Blue Silver Grass to defend. Yu Tianheng's Thunder's Might was indeed powerful, but it was a group attack, and its destructive power was inferior to that of his First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw.
Yu Tianheng also understood that his First Soul Skill was his lethal attack. Empowered by his Third Soul Skill, Wrath of Thunder, his First Soul Skill had become even stronger. Though he was wary of Zhao Zilong's strange attack, he still had to face him.
"First Soul Skill: Thunder Dragon Claw..."
Seeing Yu Tianheng charge at him again, Zhao Zilong wasn't afraid. The Gentle Fist was a form of hand-to-hand combat; it feared nothing more than fighting at close range. Soul Power filled Zhao Zilong's palm. Smack! Their Soul Power collided, and Zhao Zilong used one palm to deflect the lightning from Yu Tianheng's fist, then struck toward Yu Tianheng's heart with his other palm.
But this time, Yu Tianheng was prepared. He immediately raised his arm to defend. Smack! A wave of Soul Power burst between them, and the two retreated several steps from each other.
Lightning flickered across Zhao Zilong's palm. Yu Tianheng's dragon claw had once again reverted to an ordinary arm, and the muscles in his forearm began to ache and swell. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Damn it! That was clearly just an ordinary palm strike. How could it have this kind of power?"
Zhao Zilong clenched his fist and struck at Yu Tianheng with another palm.
Yu Tianheng saw the same punch coming toward him, but Zhao Zilong suddenly took half a step back and changed his stance. He said quietly, "Gentle Fist Style: Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms."
"Two Palms..."
In an instant, Soul Power burst from Zhao Zilong's body, and both his speed and strength increased several times over. He quickly tapped both of Yu Tianheng's arms with his palms. Yu Tianheng's dragon claws vanished at once, but Zhao Zilong gave him no chance to counterattack. The attack continued.
"Four Palms, Eight Palms, Sixteen Palms, Thirty-Two Palms..." His palms landed rapidly on Yu Tianheng's body. Each strike was accompanied by a series of smack, smack, smack sounds as Soul Power burst. Before long, Yu Tianheng's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul disappeared. The final palm struck Yu Tianheng, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as his whole body flew backward.
"Cough, cough..." Yu Tianheng lay on the ground and spat out blood. Every part of his body hurt terribly. His hands, feet, and every joint felt stiff. Even moving a finger hurt this much.
"Cough, cough, cough. Damn it!"
After using the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms, Zhao Zilong had used up nearly all his Soul Power. This move consumed even more Soul Power than his Third Soul Skill. His fingers were trembling slightly. This was the first time he had used the Gentle Fist in a head-on battle, and using the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms had taken a great deal out of him. Besides, he still wasn't very proficient with the move.
Zhao Zilong had thought his body was already quite strong. It seemed that if he wanted to bring out the Gentle Fist's power more fully, he would have to improve his physical strength.
Looking up at the referee in the air, he said, "He's been lying there for so long. Aren't you going to announce the result?"
The host came to his senses. "Oh, the winner is Blue Silver Emperor, 52 wins, 0 losses."
Zhao Zilong turned and was about to leave. At that moment, Yu Tianheng, still lying on the ground, forced himself up with one hand so he wouldn't have to stare at the ceiling of the Soul Fighting Arena. He looked at Zhao Zilong with unwilling eyes and called out, "Wait! Who are you, exactly? Can you tell me your name?"
"Don't worry. We'll have a chance to meet again." Zhao Zilong answered calmly, then left without paying Yu Tianheng any more attention.
"Tian Heng!" Just then, a girl's voice rang out. A purple-haired, green-eyed girl ran onto the stage and helped Yu Tianheng up from the ground. She looked at Zhao Zilong's departing figure with some resentment, then immediately called out, "Lingling, quick, heal Tian Heng!"
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