Yu Tianheng, You Have Lost

"Aren't you going to announce the result?" Qian Yun shouted at Monchi, who was still standing there in a daze.

"Oh, right." Monchi raised his hand, though his eyes remained fixed on Shi Mo's face, wanting to confirm once more if the man had truly lost his ability to fight.

Regrettably, even as his palm swept downward, Shi Mo remained completely motionless.

"The match is over. Imperial Fighting Team versus Imperial Insect Team. The winner of the first round is Amiga!"

"Long live! You're amazing, Amiga! You're my god of wealth!"

"So handsome! Amiga, Mommy loves you!"

After Monchi announced the result, Qian Yun had no desire to linger and jumped off the stone platform, sitting down in his own rest area. A servant who had been waiting for a long time hurried over to offer hot water and a towel.

Qian Yun waved him off, merely picking up a cup to take a small sip; the previous battle had not cost him any effort at all.

At this moment, Shi Tou and the approaching Osler had already rushed onto the platform. Shi Tou shoved the medical staff aside and cried out anxiously, "Brother! Brother, how are you?"

Shi Mo lay on the ground, showing no signs of serious external injuries, yet his brows were tightly furrowed and his face was deathly pale.

"Brother, how are you? Say something! I..." Shi Tou kept patting Shi Mo's face, but when he looked up and locked eyes with Qian Yun, who was leisurely drinking water nearby, his eyes instantly turned red. "You bastard, I'll kill you!"

As he moved to charge off the platform, Monchi's figure appeared beside him out of nowhere, saying coldly, "Respected Spirit Grand Master, private fighting is not allowed in the Spirit Fighting Arena. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

"You!" The red-eyed Shi Tou would not have cared about the rules of the Spirit Fighting Arena, but fortunately, Osler was quick-witted and grabbed him. "Shi Tou, calm down. Your brother is still alive."

Hearing this, Shi Tou turned back to look at Shi Mo. Seeing that although the man was motionless, his chest was rising and falling normally, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

Osler walked over to Shi Mo, strained to lift his upper body, and said to Shi Tou, "The most urgent thing is to get him to Ye Lingling for treatment."

"Oh, right, right." Shi Tou also understood the gravity of the situation and hurried forward to help lift the dead-weight Shi Mo, heading toward the Imperial Fighting Team's VIP room.

Under the current circumstances, Shi Mo needed treatment immediately. When it came to healing, who could compare to the Nine-Heart Begonia, which could bring the dead back to life?

Inside the VIP room, Qin Ming stared blankly at the stage below, his mind constantly replaying the scene of Qian Yun crushing Shi Mo.

A moment later, he took a deep breath, still without a conclusion.

Even he could not make sense of Qian Yun's strike; the opponent hadn't even used his second spirit skill.

It seemed he would have to wait for Shi Mo, the person who experienced it firsthand, to provide more clues. But there was no time; he had to send someone to the next match immediately, as the opponent wouldn't give them time to react.

Who should he send? Qin Ming looked at the water pooling on the stone platform, and a thought gradually formed in his mind. Yu Feng, who was originally scheduled to go second, was pushed back.

At this moment, Monchi took the stage again ahead of schedule, but this time he announced an unexpected piece of news.

"The Imperial Insect Team requests a timeout!"

"Oh?"

Although Qin Ming was surprised, it played right into his plans. Just then, Shi Tou and Osler carried the unconscious Shi Mo inside.

"Make way, be careful not to hit his head." Osler and Shi Tou worked together to carry Shi Mo in.

They gently laid him flat on the ground, and the group gathered around, watching the unconscious Shi Mo in silence.

Shi Mo had left with his head held high, but he had been carried back. Facing such a result, they found it hard to accept for a moment.

As the team's only support spirit master, Ye Lingling took the initiative to kneel beside Shi Mo, pressing her palms together as a strange light shone forth.

"Ugh--!" With the help of the Nine-Heart Begonia, Shi Mo felt much better. He first gasped sharply, then weakly called out, "Cap... Captain..."

Yu Tianheng grabbed his hand and said softly, "Don't rush to get up, I'm here."

Shi Mo squinted at him, his mouth moving, "Be careful..."

Yu Tianheng leaned down, bringing his ear to Shi Mo's lips. "Careful of what?"

Qin Ming also walked up to him, looking at Shi Mo, whose complexion had improved, and asked, "Shi Mo, how do you feel?"

With the help of the Nine-Heart Begonia, Shi Mo was no longer in any serious danger, though he remained weak. "Teacher, I... I should be fine."

He struggled to sit up, and seeing that he seemed truly alright, the group finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Qin Ming asked Shi Mo with a frown.

"At that time..." Shi Mo took a few breaths and said, "When I was hit by his attack, I felt like all my defenses lost their effect. That attack seemed to strike directly at my soul..."

Shi Mo recalled the moment, still feeling a sense of disbelief. He vaguely remembered that when he was hit by Qian Yun's first spirit skill, for a split second, he felt as if he had seen the back of his own head!

"Attacking the soul..." Qin Ming pondered this. If that were the case, it would explain how Shi Mo's defense was broken in one hit, but could a Spirit Grand Master really possess such heaven-defying offensive means?

"Right, Captain, you must be careful. That guy's attack is extremely powerful. You must not let him hit you; none of us can block it." Shi Mo warned the group with lingering fear.

Yu Tianheng nodded seriously, while simultaneously thinking of a countermeasure.

"Teacher, let me go up for the next match. That guy's ability is lightning-attribute, right? Then I should be able to suppress him perfectly!" Yu Tianheng stepped forward to volunteer. When it came to the lightning attribute, no one in the world dared to challenge the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. He was confident he could use his own lightning attribute to suppress the opponent!

Qin Ming said without hesitation, "That is exactly what I was thinking, and..."

He pointed to the water stains still flowing on the stone platform and said, "If necessary, you can flexibly utilize the terrain advantage."

Yu Tianheng's eyes lit up; this increased his chances of winning even more. "Thank you for the reminder, Teacher. I won't give that guy a chance to attack."

Qin Ming glanced at Monchi, who was already preparing to take the stage, and gave one final instruction, "Be careful. Your own safety is the most important thing."

On the stone platform, Monchi raised his hands high. "The timeout is over. Will both teams please take their positions!"

Qian Yun carried his parcel, walked onto the stage, and looked at Yu Tianheng, who was walking toward him with a sullen face and not saying a word, with a friendly smile.

Yu Tianheng's suppressed anger nearly exploded, but he took a deep breath and said, "I will make you pay the price for your arrogance."

Qian Yun shook his head with a smile, "This isn't arrogance on my part; you are the one who is arrogant for having the guts to challenge me."

"You!" Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth, "Very well, you had better have the strength to match your sharp tongue."

"Hmph."

Monchi said, "Both sides, state your names."

"Yu Tianheng, Martial Soul Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, level 24 assault-system Spirit Master." Yu Tianheng said every word clearly, especially emphasizing his Martial Soul.

Qian Yun nodded, having no interest in wasting any more breath, and tilted his clean chin toward Monchi, "Prepare to begin."

Monchi did not dare to delay and hurriedly announced that the match was about to start.

Yu Tianheng lowered his head, scraped the tip of his shoe against the slippery ground, and sneered at Qian Yun's back.

Monchi watched as both sides took their positions, raised his hand, and shouted for the match to begin.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

Yu Tianheng gave a soft shout, and then a dazzling blue light suddenly erupted from the center of his brow. Immediately following, the blue light spread instantly, descending from his brow to his entire body, as blue-purple sparks of electricity burst out like little snakes, slithering around his body. Two yellow hundred-year spirit rings circled his right arm, appearing exceptionally dazzling in coordination with the flashing lightning on his body.

His Martial Soul looked much more imposing than Shi Mo's just by appearance alone, and seeing this, Qian Yun put away his playful mindset. After all, in his plan, this Yu Tianheng was the most difficult link to resolve; if he found an opportunity, he could truly turn the tables.

After the Martial Soul Possession, Qian Yun quietly circulated the water element beneath his feet, and before he could speak, Yu Tianheng's voice rang out.

He saw electricity flashing in his hands, and mimicking Qian Yun's earlier manner, he said, "Why aren't you making a move? You won't have a chance later."

"..."

Qian Yun was speechless; he hadn't expected a thick-browed, big-eyed guy like Yu Tianheng to be such a weirdo.

"Is that so? Then I really will make a move!" Qian Yun made a gesture as if to use his first spirit skill, and seeing this, Yu Tianheng hurriedly focused his mind to prepare for a dodge, as he might be defeated if he took one hit from Qian Yun.

"Hehe, the little brat still wants to provoke me?" Qian Yun was, of course, just scaring him. The hit rate of Spirit Roar against a fully focused Yu Tianheng would naturally not be very high, and once he dodged it a few times, the deterrent power of Spirit Roar would be greatly diminished, which would be very unfavorable for subsequent combat.

Being called a little brat by a kid, the veins on Yu Tianheng's forehead throbbed, but he still responded calmly, "First spirit skill, Thunder Dragon Claw."

The lightning around Yu Tianheng's body condensed into a dragon claw in front of him and swiped toward Qian Yun. It was a strike that looked powerful and heavy, yet he used less than thirty percent of his strength, aiming to force out Qian Yun's second spirit skill or other means.

Sensing that there wasn't much spirit power in the dragon claw, Qian Yun guessed his intentions and moved his feet, dodging Yu Tianheng's first spirit skill as if sliding across the floor.

At the same time, Qian Yun shook his head at Yu Tianheng and said, "You shouldn't have done that."

Facing an unknown enemy, he was still thinking about testing the waters first? He was only going to get himself caught!

Hearing this sincere warning from Qian Yun, Yu Tianheng said coldly, "Less talk, take this!"

Another Thunder Dragon Claw swiped down, still without using much strength.

Qian Yun stopped wasting breath, circulated the water element under his feet, and dodged effortlessly while always maintaining a safe distance from him.

Yu Tianheng missed another strike and felt a bit anxious in his heart. After all, Qian Yun's first spirit skill was like a weapon of mass destruction hanging over his head, while his own methods seemed completely ineffective against him.

For a time, a scene of pursuit played out on the stage, with Qian Yun's figure remaining elegant amidst the flashing lightning.

Qin Ming watched the battle below, closed his eyes in annoyance, and reached out to pinch the bridge of his nose. In his eyes, Yu Tianheng had already lost.

Although he still didn't know Qian Yun's second spirit skill, the scales of victory had already tipped toward Qian Yun.

Dugu Yan watched the increasingly restless figure of Yu Tianheng on the stage and silently placed her hand over her chest.

On the stage, Qian Yun looked at Yu Tianheng's figure and said, "If you fight like this, even if I don't make a move, you will exhaust your spirit power."

Yu Tianheng took a deep breath; the pressure Qian Yun gave him was simply too great. Every seemingly aggressive strike he made had to be cautious of whether Qian Yun would counterattack. Under the dual consumption of energy and spirit power, he was starting to struggle to hold on.

"You're right, Amiga. I admit you are a terrifying opponent." Yu Tianheng stopped in his tracks, and the lightning on his body surged with unprecedented violence.

"As far as the process goes, you have already won, but you must fall today! Let's decide the victory in one strike, second spirit skill, Thunderbolt!"

Violent lightning gathered before Yu Tianheng's chest, but instead of striking at Qian Yun, he slammed it into the slick ground.

"Hmph!" Facing Yu Tianheng's all-out strike, Qian Yun did not dare to be careless for a moment. He flipped open the cloth he had been keeping wrapped, revealing the true form of two spear-like "Thunder-Attracting Spears."

Qian Yun grabbed both and threw them in two different directions beside him. The sharp spearheads pierced the ground without any effort, and Yu Tianheng's second spirit skill arrived!

The lightning, carrying an invincible will, slammed into the ground. In an instant, the lightning raced toward Qian Yun along the water stains covering the stone stage. At this moment, the second spirit ring at Qian Yun's feet finally flashed.

"Second spirit skill, Spirit Blade!"

"Clack—" A flash of lightning, even purer than the one used by Yu Tianheng, flickered, and a long sword was already in Qian Yun's hand.

After the myriad flashes of lightning, everything seemed to have been destined long ago. Yu Tianheng's second spirit skill was attracted by the two "Thunder-Attracting Spears" and did not shake Qian Yun in the slightest.

Qian Yun held the Spirit Blade to Yu Tianheng's head and said indifferently, "You lost."