Holy Defense Withstands Ten Thousand Jin

Yu Tianheng steadied his stance, the fighting spirit in his eyes not waning, but intensifying.

"Since single-target attacks won't work, then taste the power of Thunder Prison Burning Body!

I refuse to believe you can remain so relaxed and comfortable!"

The second yellow spirit ring coiled around his dragon arm suddenly lit up, brighter and more violent than the first, and the blue-purple lightning surrounding his body surged instantly. Dense, snake-like bolts of electricity erupted wildly from his dragon scales and every pore, hissing as they went.

They converged above his head into a rolling 'thundercloud', staining the light of the entire Soul Fighting Arena a strange blue-purple.

[Second Spirit Skill: Ten Thousand Bolts of Thunder]

The countless snake-like bolts of electricity coiling around his body are amplified simultaneously, transforming into countless arrows of lightning that flash out in all directions, with the added effect of paralyzing the opponent.

Yu Tianheng raised his hand abruptly and slammed his dragon claw down.

The 'thundercloud' above his head exploded with a roar, and countless thick, blue-purple pillars of lightning poured down like a torrential rain, carrying the power to destroy the heavens and the earth as they bombarded Chen Jieqi!

Each bolt of lightning was wrapped in violent dragon power; wherever it struck the ground, it exploded in a flash of thunderous light, filling the air with dust and smoke. The entire Soul Fighting Arena seemed to tremble violently, leaving no room to dodge.

Facing the sky full of lightning pillars, Chen Jieqi's expression remained calm.

He slowly raised his left hand above his head, his gaze deep and devout. The golden light on his body became increasingly condensed as his third purple ring began to shine.

[Third Spirit Skill: Holy Blessing]

The Naaru is gentle and compassionate. It consumes 20% of base spirit power to increase all personal attributes by 100%, while accelerating the recovery speed of spirit power, stamina, and mental strength. When used on others, the effect is halved, lasting for half an hour.

The golden Holy Light around Chen Jieqi surged again, more brilliant than ever before. He chanted softly, "Holy Light as a shield, immune to all evil—Holy Defense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Heart of the Naaru continued to shine. Countless golden light particles converged, forming a massive, translucent light shield around him.

The shield was circular, its surface flowing with intricate, sacred patterns. The Holy Light layered upon itself like a solid fortress, radiating a warmth that was nonetheless inviolable, completely enveloping his figure.

This was his defensive measure specifically designed against elemental attacks.

The next moment, the sky full of lightning pillars crashed into the Holy Light shield!

"Boom—boom—boom!"

A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire Soul Fighting Arena. Blue-purple lightning and golden-white Holy Light collided and intertwined frantically, the blinding radiance causing everyone present to instinctively cover their eyes.

The lightning bit viciously at the light shield, emitting a harsh, sizzling sound, but the violent energy that spread along the shield could not advance an inch against the obstruction of the sacred patterns.

Every impact of the lightning was slowly purified and dissolved by the Holy Light. Those violent bolts of electricity landing on the shield

were like snow meeting the scorching sun, gradually turning into wisps of white smoke and dissipating.

Yu Tianheng stared fixedly at the unmoving Holy Light shield, his eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

"Even when fighting Dugu Yan, we always traded blows, and it only ended because I ran out of stamina. But this shield before me doesn't even have a single crack!"

He gritted his teeth, pushing his spirit power to the limit, increasing the power of the lightning pillars even further, but no matter how violent the lightning became, it could never break through that seemingly soft barrier of Holy Light.

After a moment, seeing the sky full of lightning pillars showing signs of dissipating, Chen Jieqi once again condensed his spirit power into his blade. The light became even more refined and intense than before, the Holy Light flowing into the Ashbringer as a scorching gold, and he slashed forward once more, "Cross Light Blade Slash!"

Yu Tianheng's pupils shrank to pinpricks, and cold sweat slid down his temples.

He immediately ended the Ten Thousand Bolts of Thunder, then frantically squeezed the remaining spirit power in his body.

Veins bulged on his dragon-transformed right arm as he swung it, unleashing, [First Spirit Skill: Thunder Dragon Claw]

A blue-purple phantom of a dragon claw condensed in front of him, roaring as it lunged toward the 'Cross Light Blade'!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Violent explosions rang out as the blue-purple dragon claw phantom and the golden cross light blade collided in mid-air, dissolving and annihilating each other, until the purifying power of the Holy Light instantly swallowed the remaining lightning.

The next second, Yu Tianheng knelt on one knee, his right arm hanging limply at his side.

Exhausted by the massive consumption of soul power, his face had turned pale, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his body swayed unsteadily.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Chen Jieqi was filled with profound shock and a trace of inexplicable conviction.

This genius youth, not even twelve years old, was far more terrifying than he had ever imagined!

From single-target to area-of-effect attacks, he hadn't had a shred of a chance to win; he hadn't even been able to break through the other's defense.

"I concede, Brother Yu."

Ignoring the shock in the eyes of Yu Tianheng and the others, Chen Jieqi spoke softly, his voice gentle yet carrying a power that commanded belief.

As the dust settled, Chen Jieqi stood on the Soul Fighting Arena in his plain white robes, completely unstained, save for the Naaru Brand on his forehead, whose glow was less intense than at the start, clearly indicating that this battle had consumed a significant amount of his soul power.

The radiance of the Heart of the Naaru gradually receded, and his golden pupils faded, returning to the clarity a youth should possess, though there was now a touch more composure between his brows from the experience of the battle, as if the earth-shattering collision just moments ago had been nothing more than a routine training session.

As for Yu Tianheng, the scales on his dragon-transformed right arm slowly receded, returning to human form, and his kneeling figure staggered before he braced his hands against the ground, gasping for air, his face as pale as paper, the deep shock in his eyes still not having fully dissipated.

Even now, he could not believe that his full-powered outburst had failed to even breach his opponent's defense.

At this moment, Qin Ming was the first to snap out of it, putting aside his initial astonishment as he raised his arm and announced loudly:

"The soul fight is over, the winner is—Chen Jieqi!"

Before his voice had even faded, a soft, pinkish-white light swept down from the spectator stands.

The phantom petals of the Nine-Heart Begonia fluttered down through the air, gently covering Yu Tianheng's pale face.

The gentle healing soul power flowed like spring water into his nearly parched meridians, soothing the muscles and bones torn by the Holy Light bit by bit, until even his rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

This was the tacit understanding within the Huangdou Team; injuries during daily sparring and training had already become the norm, only the person causing the injuries had changed from the usual Dugu Yan to Chen Jieqi.

Dugu Yan crossed her arms over her chest, the corners of her mouth curling up, her eyes filled with undisguised pride and approval.

She looked at the others, who were still in a state of shock, and spoke leisurely, "Does anyone still have any objections to Chen Jieqi taking over as the captain of the Huangdou Team?"

Only then did the group snap back to reality, the shock on their faces instantly replaced by a near-fanatical longing.

Yu Feng, Osler, the Shi Mo and Shi Mo brothers, and even the newly treated Yu Tianheng spoke in unison, "No objections, we fully support it!"

The voices were uniform and fervent, echoing for a long time within the soul fighting room.

Everyone knew in their hearts that, originally, under Dugu Yan's leadership, reaching the finals of the next Soul Master Tournament would have been the limit for the Huangdou Team, but now, with the replacement of Chen Jieqi, who was younger and stronger than Dugu Yan, this youth who could purify the thunder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon with Holy Light, meant that breaking the Martial Soul Hall's long-standing monopoly and bringing home the championship prize was no longer an unreachable dream.

When that time came, fame, glory, and cultivation resources would all be within reach, enough to completely rewrite the destiny of the entire team.

Even Qin Ming nodded slowly, his eyes filled with admiration and approval.

After all, seeing is believing, and a soul fight is the best standard for testing a soul master's strength.

No matter how stunning one's talent might be, nothing is more convincing than a crushing victory.

In the gaze he directed at Chen Jieqi, there remained only the expectation of future renown.