Gentle Fist

"Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master? Level 34?" Yu Tianheng stared at the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, then looked at Qin Ming in disbelief. "How could a Blue Silver Grass martial spirit possibly be cultivated to level 34? This has to be fake! And he's only level 34—how did he manage to win 51 matches in a row?"

Qin Ming turned away and said coldly, "That is the truth. I asked the Soul Arena as well. This Spirit Master registered over a month ago, and they tested his Soul Power at the time. It was indeed only level 34. Even if his Soul Power had improved during this past month and he concealed it, he could be level 35 at most."

Yu Tianheng could not help being shocked, and the rest of the Imperial Fighting Team were the same. They had never heard of a Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master cultivating his Soul Power to such a high level.

"Alright, you have the information now. The Suotuo City Great Soul Arena hopes you can help them defeat this Spirit Master known as Blue Silver Emperor." With his hands behind his back and his back to Yu Tianheng, Qin Ming said, "His winning streak has led every spectator to bet on him, causing the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena to lose a great deal of money. That is why they came to us."

Yu Tianheng nodded confidently. "Don't worry, Teacher! I'll put an end to his winning streak."

Very soon, the one-on-one spirit battle began. The host announced, "In today's fifth one-on-one spirit battle, Blue Silver Emperor, who has achieved 51 consecutive victories in Suotuo City and possesses level 34 Soul Power, will face Yu Tianheng, a level 39 Spirit Master with a Silver Spirit Badge. Both sides, prepare yourselves."

Zhao Zilong looked at Yu Tianheng across from him. He appeared to be eighteen or nineteen, and Zhao Zilong could not help feeling somewhat disdainful. In terms of age, 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 felt this way inwardly, Zhao Zilong did not dare underestimate Yu Tianheng's strength. He released his Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, and two yellow and one purple spirit rings appeared beneath his feet. He muttered, "The number one beast martial spirit in the world, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial spirit. My martial spirit is being somewhat restrained. This should be the strongest opponent I've encountered so far!"

Hmph, putting on airs while wearing that stupid mask. Let's see if I don't smash it to pieces in a moment. Yu Tianheng was displeased as he looked at Zhao Zilong. He released his martial spirit, and a massive Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon appeared. Three spirit rings, yellow yellow purple, emerged afterward.

Looking at the masked Zhao Zilong, Yu Tianheng could tell from the exposed skin that his opponent was young, probably around the same age as himself. Reaching level 34 at that age truly made him a rare genius. Furthermore, this fellow had won 51 consecutive matches. Even if Suotuo City was a small city without many powerful Spirit Masters, achieving 51 straight victories was still extremely rare.

"The spirit battle begins."

"Ha..." Electricity flickered around Yu Tianheng's body as he charged toward Zhao Zilong in a rush of crackling current.

"Spider Web Bind..." Zhao Zilong threw out a spiderweb. The large-area control-type soul skill immediately bound Yu Tianheng's body, though threads of electricity continued to flash.

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

"Second Soul Skill—Thunder's Might..." In an instant, a powerful burst of lightning erupted and formed a shockwave that shattered the Spider Web Bind. The incoming Bamboo Leaf Sword Rain was also knocked down.

Although part of the Blue Silver Grass had been shattered, more quickly wrapped around Yu Tianheng. However, Yu Tianheng's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial spirit naturally possessed extremely powerful lightning energy. Whenever the Blue Silver Grass came into contact with Yu Tianheng, it was blasted apart by lightning, greatly weakening its restraining power.

"Tch, it seems this Blue Silver Grass really is much stronger than ordinary Blue Silver Grass!" Yu Tianheng sneered. His hands formed dragon claws, easily tearing apart the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him.

"Damn, this martial spirit is being restrained badly!" Zhao Zilong could not help complaining. This was a thousand-year soul skill, and one with a 5,100-year spirit ring at that, yet it had been broken by a soul skill from a hundred-year spirit ring.

The Shrek group watched the match below from the resting area with great interest. Seeing Zhao Zilong unable to restrain Yu Xiaogang, Dai Mubai said in surprise, "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial spirit seems to restrain Zilong's Blue Silver Grass martial spirit tremendously! Zilong's third soul skill was broken so easily."

"Indeed." Yu Xiaogang nodded. "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial spirit is the number one beast martial spirit in the world and comes with lightning. Lightning restrains all plant-type martial spirits, not just Blue Silver Grass. It seems Zilong has truly encountered an opponent this time."

Yu Xiaogang felt deeply conflicted about the battle 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 within the team was too dazzling. Yu Xiaogang wanted to see Zhao Zilong defeated. Only through his defeat could the brilliance of his disciple Tang San be revealed.

Meng Yiran said confidently, "However, Zilong's strength is far more than this."

Yu Xiaogang's expression turned serious. "This time, it may truly be difficult to say. With his martial spirit completely restrained, and after fighting so many matches already, his method of using Blue Silver Grass leaves as hidden weapons has long become known to others. Xiao San said before that if hidden weapons cannot be used in a sneak attack, their effectiveness will be greatly reduced. Unless he uses his External Soul Bone, he is very likely to lose this time."

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, everyone fell silent.

After several exchanges, Zhao Zilong discovered that his Blue Silver Grass martial spirit truly was being restrained. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial spirit's enhancement of Yu Tianheng was not limited to speed and strength; it also gave him lightning's offensive power. Moreover, Yu Tianheng's hands had already transformed into dragon claws, making them even more powerful. Though he was only one level above Dai Mubai, the pressure he gave Zhao Zilong was immense.

If they fought head-on, Dai Mubai would definitely not be Yu Tianheng's match.

"This is really dangerous!" Zhao Zilong used Lingbo Weibu to evade an attack. Seeing lightning strike the spot where he had just stood, he felt a lingering chill in his heart.

Yu Tianheng also grew irritated and said coldly, "You're quite good at running! But the arena is only so big. Let's see where you can run to."

Zhao Zilong also understood that while Lingbo Weibu was fast, he could not keep using it to evade forever.

"It seems Blue Silver Grass can't win this. Perfect, I'll test the power of Gentle Fist." As he spoke, veins bulged around Zhao Zilong's eyes, and his black pupils turned completely white. He assumed the stance of Eight Trigrams Palm.

After Zhao Zilong activated the Byakugan, Yu Tianheng became wary. What is going on with this guy's eyes? Why do they give me such a dangerous feeling?

It seems this guy truly isn't simple. But so what? Before absolute strength, there is only submission...

The lightning around Yu Tianheng intensified as he charged at Zhao Zilong again, growling, "First Soul Skill—Thunder Dragon Claw..."

After activating the 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 had gathered in his hands. With his palms forward, he came charging in.

Zhao Zilong also rushed forward. Using Lingbo Weibu, he dodged the frontal attack, deflected Yu Tianheng's left fist with his left palm, and tapped Yu Tianheng's forearm with his right index and middle fingers. Soul Power flowed directly into it.

Yu Tianheng immediately felt a sharp pain shoot through his arm, and the lightning gathered in his palm rapidly dispersed. However, Yu Tianheng did not care. At such close range, his right fist struck out again. Zhao Zilong dealt with it the same way, easily deflecting it and tapping Yu Tianheng's right forearm with a finger.

After the Acupoint Strike, both of Yu Tianheng's hands felt as though they had been pricked by countless needles, leaving them temporarily unable to move. Zhao Zilong immediately pressed his advantage, launching several consecutive palm strikes at Yu Tianheng's body. With a bang, Soul Power exploded, and both palms struck Yu Tianheng's chest, sending him flying several meters before he crashed to the ground.