Capture, Meeting Again

Yu Yunlei's arms, shoulders, and waist were being bound one by one, as if bitten by countless snakes simultaneously.

He let out a roar and erupted with lightning once more, shattering the vines on his body.

But the very moment he snapped the vines, new ones surged up from the ground, coiling tightly around his ankles.

"So annoying!" Yu Yunlei stomped his foot, sending lightning spreading across the ground, blasting the vines beneath him into pieces.

He panted heavily, beads of sweat already seeping from his forehead.

Every release of lightning consumed a massive amount of soul power, yet Wang Xian's Blue Silver Grass seemed endless; no matter how many he broke, more grew in their place, as if they could never be cleared away.

He gritted his teeth; he could not afford to keep dragging this out.

The yellow soul ring behind him suddenly lit up, and blue-purple light condensed between his hands, growing larger and brighter while a scorched scent filled the air.

"First Soul Skill—Thunder Dragon Head!"

Yu Yunlei thrust his hands forward violently, and a mass of blue-purple lightning erupted from his palms, coalescing in mid-air into the shape of a massive dragon head.

The dragon head opened its maw, sparks flying, and with a deafening thunderclap, it slammed toward Wang Xian.

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

His first soul ring shone with a dazzling light, and the Blue Silver Grass scattered around him instantly fused together, transforming into a single, incredibly thick main vine.

The pale green surface shimmered with a soft luster, and silver veins pulsed across the vine like blood vessels.

The main vine wove rapidly in front of Wang Xian, and in the blink of an eye, it had braided itself into a massive shield, over a person's height and as thick as if it were cast from steel.

The Thunder Dragon Head collided with the shield.

"BOOM—"

Blue-purple electric light exploded, the blinding glare illuminating the entire Soul Fighting Platform.

Currents danced wildly across the surface of the shield, emitting a sizzling sound, leaving the face of the shield charred black.

Several vines snapped and flew off, but the remaining structure stood firmly in front of Wang Xian, not moving an inch.

As the light faded, the shield remained.

Yu Yunlei's eyes widened, his expression shifting from confidence to disbelief.

His Thunder Dragon Head, which even opponents several levels higher than him dared not take head-on, had actually been blocked by a shield made from Blue Silver Grass?

Wang Xian did not give him time to process it.

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

Yu Yunlei hurriedly snapped back to reality, his hands charging with lightning, preparing to strike down these vines one by one.

But just as he raised his arms, the incoming vines suddenly changed in mid-air.

They fused together at an incredible speed, dozens of vines converging in the blink of an eye into one immensely thick giant vine, its tip morphing into the shape of a hammer.

Like a giant pale green python, it swept toward him with a dull, wind-tearing sound.

Yu Yunlei's pupils constricted; he wanted to dodge, but the giant vine was too fast and the angle was treacherous.

It did not strike from the front, but instead carved an arc, sweeping in from his left blind spot.

"Oh no!"

The giant vine slammed solidly into his waist.

"BANG!"

With a dull thud, Yu Yunlei was sent flying sideways, his feet leaving the ground as if he had been hit by a charging rhinoceros.

He flipped half a turn in the air, crashed heavily onto the edge of the Soul Fighting Platform, rolled twice, and tumbled right off the stage.

"Pfft—" Yu Yunlei lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of dirt. A large section of his clothes at the waist was torn, revealing a patch of blue and purple bruising.

He propped himself up on his arms, trying to climb to his feet, but the sharp pain in his waist left him without strength, and after struggling twice, he collapsed back down.

The Soul Fighting Platform fell silent for a moment.

The spectator stands erupted into deafening cheers. Some stood up to applaud, some whistled, and others screamed Wang Xian's name at the top of their lungs.

The atmosphere in the entire branch Soul Fighting Arena was more intense than it had ever been; the applause and cheers blended together, as if they were about to tear the roof off.

"Too strong! Seven years old! Level 14! He beat an 18th-level Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!"

"What kind of Blue Silver Grass is that? Are my eyes playing tricks on me? That thing can turn into a shield and a hammer?"

"This kid is going to be something else!"

The host walked quickly to the center of the Soul Fighting Platform, took a deep breath, and his voice echoed throughout the arena via the sound-amplifying soul tool.

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

He raised Wang Xian's hand. Wang Xian stood on the stage with a calm expression, his pale green Blue Silver Grass already retracted into his palm, as if the intense battle that had just occurred had nothing to do with him.

The cheers from the stands rose another level.

Yu Yunlei was helped up from under the stage, his clothes tattered, and he limped toward the edge of the ring.

Wang Xian stood in the center of the Soul Fighting Platform, listening to the surrounding cheers, his face still devoid of expression.

With his current cultivation level, opponents below the rank of Soul Grand Master simply had no way to contend with him.

Because there were so many people in the spectator stands, he did not notice two pairs of surprised, burning eyes staring at him.

He turned and walked off the competition stage, silently saying the word "Capture" in his heart.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon (B-rank), has been added to the Training Camp. Begin training?

Seeing the prompt provided by the system, Wang Xian was somewhat surprised.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was actually only a B-rank quality Martial Soul?

No, it's possible that only Yu Yunlei's Martial Soul is B-rank. He pondered this in his heart and quickly figured out the reason behind it.

On the Douluo Continent, the quality of a Martial Soul is not set in stone.

Even for those who awaken the same type of Martial Soul, various factors such as bloodline concentration, genetic mutation, and individual physique can cause the quality of the Martial Soul to vary, and the Innate Soul Power will rise or fall accordingly.

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

However, because his own body could not withstand the power of the Holy Light Dragon, his Martial Soul ultimately mutated into Luo Sanpao.

If even the son of the clan leader was like this, then the other clansmen would be even more uneven in quality.

It was impossible for every person possessing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul to have high quality, otherwise, this clan would have dominated the continent long ago.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon type of Martial Soul should be able to reach the top tier at its highest quality, but perhaps there are few people in the current Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who can reach that level. Perhaps only Yu Yuanzhen can?

Wang Xian speculated for a moment, but did not delve into it further.

A B-rank Martial Soul was already quite good for him; although the training cycle was a bit longer, there was at least something to look forward to.

He pulled back his thoughts, turned, and left the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, preparing to head in the direction of the Heaven Dou Intermediate Academy, when a crisp voice suddenly came from behind him.