"Ugh..." Yu Tianheng lay on the ground, a dull pain throbbing in his chest as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His hands felt as if countless tiny needles were pricking them, aching and numb.
Damn it, what just happened? My Dragon Transformation form actually disappeared...
Yu Tianheng was not the only one shocked. The Imperial Fighting Team in the resting area was stunned as well. Yu Tianheng had clearly been suppressing his opponent just moments ago—how had the situation suddenly reversed? Their captain, Yu Tianheng, had actually been sent flying. Dugu Yan said furiously, "What underhanded trick did that guy use?"
Qin Yin's expression also turned solemn. "It seems this soul master called Blue Silver Emperor is indeed not as simple as he appears, if he could achieve fifty-one consecutive victories."
On Shrek Academy's side, everyone from Shrek was thrilled to see Zhao Zilong send his opponent flying. Only Tang San frowned tightly. Without realizing it, he had activated his Purple Demon Eye. Staring at the veins around Zhao Zilong's eyes and his pale pupils, he thought, What kind of eyes are those? They must be some special form of ocular ability. Could those unusual eyes be the result of Zhao Zilong's eye-training technique?
Thinking of this, Tang San vehemently denied it. Impossible. How can anyone besides me in this world possess special eyes? Absolutely impossible.
As Tang San watched Zhao Zilong's eyes, he found it difficult to accept. He could tolerate Zhao Zilong possessing Twin Martial Souls, tolerate Zhao Zilong being stronger than him, tolerate Zhao Zilong having greater talent than him—but he could not tolerate Zhao Zilong having a cheat like his.
Tang San knew that the Tang Sect's Hidden Arts from his previous life were his precious cheats, powers even stronger than martial souls and soul skills.
Yet now, he saw that there was another person in this world who possessed the same kind of power. Though it differed from the Mysterious Heaven Skill, it was still a formidable power that surpassed martial souls themselves.
Seeing Zhao Zilong's special eyes now made Tang San even more jealous. He had always suspected that Zhao Zilong, like himself, might be a transmigrator from another world. Now, Tang San was even more convinced of it.
Zhao Zilong repeatedly displayed extraordinary abilities that did not belong to Douluo Continent, and Tang San found it difficult to accept. On this Douluo Continent, it was enough for Tang San alone to possess special abilities. Why did Zhao Zilong have them too?
Tang San had lived two lives, and he had been a genius in both. His experiences in both lives had been extraordinary. He had always arrogantly believed that he would surely stand at the pinnacle of Douluo Continent, or that his arrival in Douluo Continent had been fate's arrangement—that he had come here specifically to stand at the top of this world. The pride deep in his heart made Tang San believe that whether enemies or friends, everyone should be mere leaves setting off his brilliance. He alone should be the protagonist of this world.
But Zhao Zilong's appearance had dimmed Tang San's radiance. Zhao Zilong was clearly his teammate, and there was clearly no grudge between them, yet each time Tang San saw Zhao Zilong's unusual abilities, the jealousy and wariness in his heart reached their peak. Unknowingly, the seed of resentment had already sprouted within him.
As expected of the Gentle Fist. Its power is even greater than ordinary soul skills. Zhao Zilong was somewhat surprised, but even more delighted. Tang San had the Mysterious Heaven Skill, which could grow stronger, while he had the Gentle Fist, which could grow stronger as well.
"Damn it!" Yu Tianheng rose to his feet. His hands still felt the needle-like stabs, though they had weakened considerably. He growled, "Third Soul Skill: Wrath of Thunder..."
Boom, boom, boom... Accompanied by thunderous roars, the lightning around Yu Tianheng's body became even more dazzling. Zhao Zilong could also sense that Yu Tianheng's Soul Power had increased significantly under this move.
As Yu Tianheng looked at his hands, which had transformed into dragon claws once more, he found that after using Wrath of Thunder, the painful, numbing sensation of needles pricking him was rapidly fading. Standing atop the head of his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, he looked down at Zhao Zilong and declared proudly, "You are indeed 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. Before figuring out what soul skill Zhao Zilong had used, he no longer rashly approached him. Instead, he directly used the area-of-effect soul skill, Thunder's Might.
Zhao Zilong immediately used Blue Silver Grass to defend himself. Though Yu Tianheng's Thunder's Might was immensely powerful, it was a group attack and lacked the killing power of his First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw.
Yu Tianheng understood this as well. His lethal attack was his First Soul Skill. With the support of his Third Soul Skill, Wrath of Thunder, the power of his First Soul Skill had also increased. Though he feared Zhao Zilong's strange attack from before, he had no choice but to face it.
"First Soul Skill: Thunder Dragon Claw..."
Seeing Yu Tianheng attack again, Zhao Zilong was not afraid. The Gentle Fist was fundamentally a physical combat technique, and it feared close-quarters combat least of all. Soul Power gathered in his palm. With a smack, their Soul Powers collided. Zhao Zilong deflected the lightning force around Yu Tianheng's fist with one palm, while his other palm struck toward Yu Tianheng's chest.
However, Yu Tianheng was prepared this time. He immediately raised his arm to defend. With a smack, a wave of Soul Power burst between them, forcing both men back several steps.
Lightning flickered faintly around Zhao Zilong's palm, while Yu Tianheng's dragon claw had once again reverted to an arm. The muscles in his forearm began to swell and ache. Clenching his teeth, he said, "Damn it! It was clearly just an ordinary palm strike. How could it have such power?"
Zhao Zilong clenched his fist and launched another palm strike at Yu Tianheng.
Yu Tianheng met him with a punch, but Zhao Zilong suddenly retreated half a step. His stance changed as he said softly, "Gentle Fist Style: Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms."
"Two palms..."
In an instant, Soul Power erupted from Zhao Zilong's body. His speed and strength increased severalfold as he swiftly struck Yu Tianheng's arms with two palm strikes. Yu Tianheng's dragon claws vanished at once, but Zhao Zilong gave him no chance to counterattack. His assault continued.
"Four palms, eight palms, sixteen palms, thirty-two palms..." His hands rained down in rapid palm strikes upon Yu Tianheng's body. Every strike landed with a series of pa pa pa Soul Power explosions. Before long, Yu Tianheng's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul vanished. The final palm struck Yu Tianheng, making him spray blood from his mouth as his whole body flew backward.
"Cough, cough..." Yu Tianheng lay on the ground, blood spilling from his mouth. Every part of his body hurt terribly. His limbs and every joint in his body felt painfully stiff; even moving a finger caused him excruciating pain.
"Cough, cough, cough... Damn it!"
After using the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms, Zhao Zilong's Soul Power was nearly depleted. This move consumed even more Soul Power than his Third Soul Skill. His fingers trembled slightly. It was his first time using the Gentle Fist in a direct battle, and using the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms had been an enormous drain on him. Moreover, he was still not very proficient with this technique.
Zhao Zilong had originally thought his physical strength was already quite good. It seemed that if he wanted to better unleash the Gentle Fist's power, he still needed to improve his physique.
Looking at the referee in midair, he said, "He's been lying there for so long. Aren't you going to announce the result?"
Hearing this, the host finally snapped back to his senses. "Oh! The victor is Blue Silver Emperor! Fifty-two victories, zero defeats!"
Zhao Zilong turned and prepared to leave. At that moment, Yu Tianheng, still lying on the ground, forcibly propped himself up with his hands so that he would not have to stare at the Soul Fighting Arena's ceiling. His eyes looked unwillingly toward Zhao Zilong as he called out, "Wait! Who exactly are you? Can you tell me your name?"
"Don't worry. We'll have a chance to meet again in the future." Zhao Zilong answered calmly, then ignored Yu Tianheng and left.
"Tian Heng." Just then, a sweet voice rang out. A purple-haired, green-eyed girl ran onto the arena and helped Yu Tianheng up from the ground. As she watched Zhao Zilong's departing back, hatred flashed in her heart. Then she immediately called, "Lingling, quick! Heal Tian Heng."
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