Yu Yunlei, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon

It didn't take long before the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena had the match prepared for Wang Xian.

Wang Xian was currently a hot commodity at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

Only seven years old, with fourteen levels of soul power, defeating opponents five levels higher than himself, and possessing the universally recognized trash martial soul, Blue Silver Grass.

Any one of these conditions would be enough to attract attention, let alone having them all bundled into one person.

What audiences love most is a young genius overcoming the strong with the weak; nowadays, whenever it was Wang Xian's turn to compete, the arena's spectator stands were basically full.

This remained true even if his match time fell during the daytime, when foot traffic was usually not as heavy.

A staff member pushed the door open and called out Wang Xian's name.

Wang Xian stood up, brushed off the hem of his clothes, and walked out of the lounge at a steady, unhurried pace.

Arriving at the competition arena, his opponent was already in position on the stage.

It was a boy of fifteen or sixteen, dressed in blue-purple athletic gear, with a tall and sturdy build that stood there like half a wall.

His short, deep-blue hair stood on end, his face was cold and stern, his arms were crossed over his chest, and his chin was slightly raised. His gaze landed on Wang Xian with a hint of scrutiny and disapproval.

The host stood in the center of the Soul Fighting Platform, cleared his throat, and his voice echoed throughout the arena via the amplifying Soul Tool.

"Ladies and gentlemen, coming up is the most anticipated one-on-one soul fight of the daytime session!"

A burst of applause and whistles erupted from the spectator stands.

"First, let us welcome the challenger, the three-time consecutive winner and Blue Silver Grass soul master, seven-year-old Wang Xian!"

Wang Xian walked out from the tunnel, and the cheers from the stands were clearly much more enthusiastic than before.

He walked onto the Soul Fighting Platform with a calm expression and stood still on the left side.

"And his opponent, possessing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, an eighteen-level Power Attack System battle soul master, Yu Yunlei!"

A tall figure strode out from the opposite tunnel.

Yu Yunlei walked to the right side of the Soul Fighting Platform, leaped up, vaulted directly over the railing, and landed with a dull, heavy thud that made the platform tremble slightly.

He unbuttoned his jacket and tossed it aside, revealing the blue-purple athletic gear underneath, the muscular lines of his arms faintly visible beneath the fabric.

The host retreated to the edge of the Soul Fighting Platform and raised his right hand high.

"The rules are simple: the match ends when one side concedes or loses the ability to fight. Both contestants, prepare."

Yu Yunlei turned his head, looked down at Wang Xian, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smirk: "You're Wang Xian? I hear you've been quite the sensation lately. Let me be the one to end your winning streak today."

Wang Xian looked up at him, his expression unchanged: "If you want to end my winning streak, we'll see if you have the strength to do it."

Yu Yunlei snorted coldly and stopped wasting words.

"Begin!"

The host swung his right hand down sharply.

Yu Yunlei shook his arms, and deep-blue light surged out from his body, accompanied by the crackling sound of electricity exploding in the air.

His hands were the first to change; his ten fingers grew thick, and his nails gleamed with a metallic, cold light.

A layer of fine blue scales emerged on the surface of his skin, each the size of a fingernail, with edges shimmering with faint lightning.

The blue scales spread from the back of his hands to his forearms, then to his shoulders, eventually covering his entire arms.

His eyes turned deep blue, his pupils vertical, like lightning flashing within thunderclouds.

A ball of pale blue lightning condensed and dissipated in his palm, over and over, emitting a low, rumbling sound.

A yellow soul ring rose from beneath his feet, slowly rotating around his body, with faint currents of electricity dancing across the ring.

Wang Xian looked at the layer of lightning-flecked blue scales on his opponent, but instead of feeling grave, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the world's number one beast martial soul. Another one here to serve himself up on a platter.

He spread his right hand, and cyan light surged from his palm as stalks of Blue Silver Grass extended, swaying gently in front of him.

A yellow soul ring rose from beneath his feet, standing in stark contrast to Yu Yunlei's soul ring.

Yu Yunlei looked at that stalk of Blue Silver Grass, and the disdain at the corner of his mouth deepened.

He had heard of Wang Xian's exploits and knew that this kid's Blue Silver Grass was different from the ordinary kind, but he remained unimpressed.

Others got entangled by Blue Silver Grass because their own martial souls were too weak.

His martial soul was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the world's number one beast martial soul; could a few pathetic blades of grass really trap him?

"Come on." Yu Yunlei let out a low shout, kicked off the ground, and charged toward Wang Xian like a bolt of blue lightning.

Wang Xian moved his mind, and the Blue Silver Grass instantly surged from his palm; dozens of vines spread rapidly along the ground, closing in on Yu Yunlei from all directions.

Yu Yunlei didn't dodge or evade; he swung his left hand and grabbed the first vine that reached him.

He tried to snap the vine by pulling hard, just as he would with a normal rope, but it wouldn't budge.

The vine remained motionless, instead tightening sharply around his palm.

The fine, dense barbs instantly locked into the gaps between his scales, and a sharp pain shot from his palm.

Yu Yunlei looked down and saw that the barbs had embedded themselves into the soft flesh between the scales, with blood trickling down his fingers.

His expression changed.

"What is this!"

Before he could finish speaking, more vines surged forward, coiling around his wrists, wrapping around his forearms, winding up layer by layer.

The silver patterns on the surface of the vines shimmered slightly in the sunlight, and the fine, dense serrations embedded deeper as he struggled, slicing open his scales and causing beads of blood to seep out.

Yu Yunlei was startled and hurriedly channeled his soul power, causing blue-purple lightning to erupt from his body. With a series of crackling explosions, the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his arms was scorched black, breaking into several pieces and falling to the ground.

He took the opportunity to leap back two steps to create distance, looking down at the lacerations on his arms with a livid expression.

This Blue Silver Grass was far more troublesome than he had imagined; it wasn't just a matter of Toughness and Sharpness.

Those vines seemed alive, capable of finding gaps to burrow into and wrapping around from unexpected angles.

Every coil was precisely locked onto the nodes where he exerted force, making it impossible for him to use his full strength.

Wang Xian did not give him a chance to catch his breath.

The Blue Silver Grass surged out once more, but this time it wasn't just simple entanglement; several vines shot in from the left at high speed, carving pale green arcs through the air.

Yu Yunlei dodged to the side and reached out to grab them, but the moment the vines neared him, they suddenly spread out, splitting from the center like blooming petals into a dozen thinner branches that attacked him simultaneously from different directions.

Yu Yunlei had no time to dodge.

He crossed his arms to protect his chest and channeled his lightning to form a protective barrier over his body.

The branches of the Blue Silver Grass hit the lightning barrier and were deflected slightly, but that was all; they were neither severed by the electricity nor knocked away, merely shifting their direction slightly before continuing to coil around him.