Yu Xiaoheng raised his eyes to look at him.
"Begin."
At the referee's command, Meng Li circulated his Soul Power. Yellow light flared from his arms as he prepared to use the gentlest method possible to push this Young Master off the stage.
Before he could finish that thought—
A figure had already vanished from where it stood.
Too fast!
Meng Li's pupils shrank sharply. He only had time to cross his arms before his chest.
The next instant, a fist that was not particularly large struck his arms.
A faint blue electric arc flickered across the fist and vanished.
"Bang—!"
A dull impact rang out.
Meng Li's body shot backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily beyond the Soul Arena and falling unconscious on the spot.
The entire venue fell silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the young man on the stage as he slowly withdrew his fist.
One move.
Just one move.
He had not even released his Martial Soul.
The referee stood frozen for a long while before rushing over to check Meng Li's condition. Then he raised Yu Xiaoheng's hand high.
It was as though the host had been strangled. It took him quite a while to find his voice, and then he screamed with all his might.
"Victory! Victory belongs to Rainbow Dragon!"
"A level sixteen Soul Master instantly defeated a level twenty-four Battle Soul Master with one strike! A new legend has been born!"
The silence shattered, and the entire Great Soul Arena erupted in an instant!
Cheers and shouts soared into the sky.
Yet in a corner, someone muttered quietly.
"Rainbow Dragon... There was clearly Lightning mixed into his fist. Why did he choose that name?"
One month later.
The name "Rainbow Dragon" had become a legend known to everyone in the two-ring division