Capture, Encounter Again

Yu Yunlei's arms, shoulders, and waist were wrapped up one vine at a time, as though countless snakes were biting him at once.

With an angry roar, he unleashed lightning again, blasting the vines around him apart.

But at the very instant he shattered the vines, new ones surged up from the ground and wrapped around his ankles.

"Damn it!" Yu Yunlei stomped the ground, and lightning spread through the floor, blasting the vines beneath his feet into pieces.

He gasped heavily, sweat already beading on his forehead.

Every release of lightning consumed a tremendous amount of Soul Power, yet Wang Xian's Blue Silver Grass seemed endless. One batch was destroyed, and another grew back. He simply could not finish them off.

He gritted his teeth. He could not keep dragging this out.

The yellow Soul Ring behind him suddenly lit up. Blue-violet light gathered between his hands, growing larger and brighter as the air filled with a scorched smell.

"First Soul Skill—Thunder Dragon Head!"

Yu Yunlei thrust both hands forward, and a mass of blue-violet lightning shot explosively from his palms, condensing into the shape of a massive dragon head in midair.

The dragon head opened its jaws, lightning flashing wildly around it. Accompanied by deafening thunder, it crashed toward Wang Xian.

Wang Xian's expression sharpened, but he did not retreat.

His First Soul Ring shone brilliantly. The Blue Silver Grass scattered around the arena instantly fused together, forming an incomparably thick main vine.

Its dark green surface gleamed with a gentle luster, while silver patterns pulsed across it like blood vessels.

The main vine rapidly intertwined before Wang Xian, weaving itself into a gigantic shield in the blink of an eye. It stood taller than a person and looked as solid as forged steel.

The Thunder Dragon Head slammed into the shield.

"Boom—"

Blue-violet lightning exploded, its blinding radiance making the entire Soul Fighting Platform several shades brighter.

Electric currents leaped madly across the shield's surface with sizzling crackles, scorching it black.

Several vines snapped and flew apart, but the remaining portions still stood firmly before Wang Xian without budging an inch.

When the lightning faded, the shield remained.

Yu Yunlei's eyes widened, the confidence on his face turning into disbelief.

His Thunder Dragon Head was an attack that even opponents several levels above him would not dare take head-on. Yet now, it had been blocked by a shield formed from Blue Silver Grass?

Wang Xian gave him no time to process it.

With a thought, the enormous shield burst apart, transforming into dozens of Blue Silver Grass vines that shot toward Yu Yunlei like arrows loosed from a bow.

Yu Yunlei hurriedly came to his senses, filling his hands with lightning as he prepared to strike down the vines one by one.

But just as he raised his arms, the incoming vines suddenly changed in midair.

They fused together at an unbelievable speed. Dozens of vines gathered into an incomparably thick giant vine in the blink of an eye, its tip transforming into the shape of a hammer.

Like a dark green python, it swept toward him with a heavy whistling sound.

Yu Yunlei's pupils contracted. He wanted to dodge, but the giant vine was too fast, and its angle was too tricky.

It did not strike from the front. Instead, it traced an arc and swept in from the blind spot on his left.

"Damn it!"

The giant vine struck solidly against his waist.

"Bang!"

With a dull impact, Yu Yunlei was sent flying sideways, as though he had been hit by a charging rhinoceros. His feet left the ground.

He flipped halfway through the air, crashed heavily onto the edge of the Soul Fighting Platform, rolled twice more, and fell straight out of the ring.

"Puh—" Yu Yunlei lay facedown on the ground and spat out a mouthful of dirt. A large section of his clothing around his waist had torn away, revealing a purplish bruise.

He braced himself with his arms and tried to get up, but the searing pain in his waist left him unable to exert any strength. After struggling twice, he collapsed back down.

The Soul Fighting Platform fell silent for a moment.

Then deafening cheers erupted from the stands. Some spectators stood and applauded, some whistled, and some shouted Wang Xian's name at the top of their lungs.

The atmosphere throughout the entire branch Soul Fighting Arena was more fervent than ever before. Applause and cheers blended together as though they were about to blow the roof off.

"Too strong! Seven years old! Fourteenth level! He beat an eighteenth-level Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!"

"What kind of Blue Silver Grass was that? Am I seeing things? It can turn into both a shield and a hammer?"

"This kid is going to be incredible someday!"

The host quickly walked to the center of the Soul Fighting Platform, took a deep breath, and raised his voice through an amplifying Soul Tool, carrying it throughout the arena.

"The match is over! The winner—Wang Xian!"

He raised Wang Xian's hand. Wang Xian stood calmly on the platform, the dark green Blue Silver Grass already withdrawn into his palm, as though that fierce battle had nothing to do with him.

The cheers from the stands rose to another level.

Yu Yunlei was pulled up from below the platform. His clothes around the waist were in tatters as he limped toward the edge of the stage.

Wang Xian stood in the center of the Soul Fighting Platform, listening to the cheers around him without much expression on his face.

With his current cultivation, opponents below the Soul Grandmaster rank simply could not contend with him.

Because there were simply too many people in the stands, he failed to notice the two astonished, burning gazes fixed upon him.

He turned and walked down from the platform, silently saying the word "Capture" in his heart.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon (B-rank) has joined the Training Camp. Begin training?"

Wang Xian was somewhat surprised when he saw the system prompt.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was merely a B-rank martial soul?

"No, perhaps only Yu Yunlei's martial soul is B-rank." He pondered it briefly and quickly understood the reason.

On Douluo Continent, the quality of a martial soul was not fixed.

Even when awakening the same kind of martial soul, factors such as bloodline concentration, genetic mutation, and individual physique could result in different qualities, with Innate Soul Power rising or falling accordingly.

Take the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, for example. Yu Xiaogang, the son of clan leader Yu Yuanzhen, should originally have inherited the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline.

Yet because his body could not withstand the power of the Holy Light Dragon, his martial soul ultimately mutated into Luo Sanpao.

Even the clan leader's son had turned out this way, so the other clan members were naturally even more uneven.

It was impossible for everyone with a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul to possess high quality. Otherwise, that clan would have dominated the continent long ago.

"A martial soul like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon should be capable of reaching top-tier quality. It is just that there may not be many people in the current Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who can reach that level. Perhaps only Yu Yuanzhen can?"

Wang Xian made a few guesses inwardly but did not dwell on them.

A B-rank martial soul was already quite good for him. Although the training cycle would be longer, at least there was something to look forward to.

He withdrew his thoughts, turned, and left the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena. Just as he was about to head toward Heaven Dou Intermediate Academy, a crisp voice suddenly sounded behind him.