Concede?

As Yu Tianheng, wreathed in purple lightning, swooped down, Qin Yuan transformed into an arrow loosed from a bowstring, charging head-on.

"Your martial soul is broken, yet you dare attack? Overestimating yourself!" Yu Tianheng sneered, a purple soul ring lighting up on his body.

"Third Soul Skill—Wrath of Thunder!"

Yu Tianheng's third soul skill was a self-buffing technique. After use, he entered a berserk state for a period, increasing his lightning power by 100% and his soul power by 50%.

In an instant, Yu Tianheng's aura surged significantly. His gaze towards Qin Yuan became even more mocking and contemptuous.

"Relax, it's just a spar. I won't kill you, but you'll definitely feel some pain!"

"So much nonsense!" Qin Yuan, who had already closed the distance, suddenly had a layer of dazzling golden light surge from the depths of his dark eyes, transforming them into golden vertical pupils.

His slender neck, limbs, and torso were covered in golden dragon scales, like golden armor. Simultaneously, a deep purple soul ring rose from beneath his feet, encircling his body and shining brightly.

"Second Soul Skill—Golden Dragon God Transformation!"

Golden Dragon God Transformation: All attributes increased by 100%, with no negative side effects, lasting for one hour.

All attributes referred to: strength, speed, soul power, defense, and attack—five major attributes!

This was countless times stronger than Yu Tianheng's self-buffing technique!

As the second soul skill was unleashed, Qin Yuan's already terrifying presence surged once more, terrifyingly. His cold golden eyes were like two condensed golden suns, dazzling and brilliant!

The golden dragon scales on his body became even harder and more lustrous, turning a brilliant gold, as if the Golden Dragon Armor had undergone an evolution!

Yu Tianheng, who was mere inches away, had his sneer and mockery freeze on his face. His pupils contracted sharply to the size of pinpricks, and he exclaimed in horror:

"What?! Your martial soul isn't a sword?! How could..."

Almost everyone in the entire arena suddenly stood up, dumbfounded.

Even Qin Ming, Dugu Yan, and Song Qingshuang were stunned into stillness, like statues.

Ling Tian's martial soul was actually not a sword!

Staring coldly at the horrified Yu Tianheng, Qin Yuan said expressionlessly:

"Who told you my martial soul was a sword?"

A cold light flashed in his golden eyes. He stomped his foot, and the floor tiles exploded. Force rose from the ground, traveled through his legs and waist, twisting into a explosive power that shot out from his right fist, like an iron hammer swung out.

"Bang!"

Under the terrifying boost of the Golden Dragon God Transformation, Qin Yuan's speed was extreme. Yu Tianheng could only watch in terror as Qin Yuan's fist slammed into the Zhongchong acupoint on his chest.

No fancy moves, just pure penetrating power. The opponent's eyeballs bulged, and he let out a piercing scream. His entire body flew backward, his back hitting the ground with a dull thud like a broken sack.

Yu Tianheng spat out a mouthful of blood and slid across the ground for more than ten meters, nearly falling out of the ring.

"What?!" Disbelieving exclamations erupted from the surroundings.

Yu Tianheng, who possessed the top-tier beast martial soul Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, had a soul power of level thirty-nine, and was hailed as the number one genius in Heaven Dou City, couldn't even withstand a single move!

Qin Ming's eyes widened, almost bulging out, his entire body trembling. His most valued student was so easily and severely injured by an opponent of the same level?!

Dugu Yan and the other members of the Imperial Fighting Team cried out in shock. Their powerful captain couldn't even block one move!

In the VIP room on the second floor, Song Qingshuang's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up. Looking at the proud figure standing tall, like a hero clad in golden battle armor, her heart pounded. Her delicate lips parted slightly:

"So... handsome."

Qin Yuan slowly walked towards Yu Tianheng, who was lying at the edge of the ring, struggling desperately to get up but unable to, only spitting out more blood.

Yu Tianheng, his pale face filled with shock, disbelief, and unwillingness, lay on the ground like a dog, gritting his teeth and trying to push himself up.

Tap!

Suddenly, a pair of black shoes appeared in his vision. His expression froze, and he struggled to look up.

He saw the young man wearing the Golden Dragon Mask, his body covered in golden dragon scales.

Those brilliant and cold golden eyes were looking down at him condescendingly, and he said without any emotional fluctuation:

"Do you concede?"

Yu Tianheng's pale face stiffened. The two looked at each other for a long time. Finally, he slowly lowered his head, like a servant prostrating before a king, his body trembling slightly. The sound of his teeth grinding together came from his mouth.

After a long while, he painfully squeezed out three words from between his teeth:

"I... lost..."

Hearing these words, everyone gasped, especially Qin Ming and Dugu Yan, who knew Yu Tianheng's arrogance well. Their expressions were complex.

A generation's proud son had to bow publicly to another peer. What a humiliating thing.

In the VIP room on the second floor, Song Qingshuang's beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked down. She softly murmured about the man who forced Yu Tianheng to bow:

"Such a man is worthy of entrusting my life to."

Saying this, she couldn't help but think of her former fiancé and said with disdain:

"Compared to Ling Tian, that Qin Yuan is simply unbearable! He's not even fit to carry Ling Tian's shoes! And he actually dared to dream of marrying me! Disgusting!"

When she mentioned Ling Tian's name, the disdain in her eyes and on her face instantly vanished, replaced by admiration.

With Ling Tian appearing in her world, she now looked down on even those suitors she previously thought were good. Even a Duke's legitimate son couldn't catch her eye.

Her mind was currently filled with images of herself standing alongside Ling Tian.

Seeing Yu Tianheng lower his head, Qin Yuan, not one to press an advantage, deactivated his Martial Soul Possession.

He turned his head to survey the silent surroundings, where every face he saw was stunned, sluggish, and shocked, as if they were statues.

Shaking his bloodied right hand, he turned and walked toward the edge of the arena.

"Can you tell me, what exactly is your Martial Soul?"

A weak yet unwilling voice sounded from Yu Tianheng behind him.

Qin Yuan did not stop his pace, nor did he look back as he replied:

"Golden Dragon."

Watching Qin Yuan's receding figure, Yu Tianheng muttered those three words under his breath:

"Golden Dragon..."

Suddenly, he gave a bitter smile: "So it really was a dragon-type Martial Soul. As a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, to think I would actually lose to a dragon-type Martial Soul..."

Qin Yuan did not know of Yu Tianheng's reaction, nor did he care to; he had already left the Soul Arena by then.

Keenly sensing that experts were tailing him, he showed no reaction, entered the inn closest to the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace, booked a room, and after locking the doors and windows, he directly used Teleportation to return to the palace.

As for those experts who sensed Qin Yuan's aura suddenly vanish, they burst in only to stand there, completely dumbfounded.

Where was the person?

The news of Ling Tian crushing Yu Tianheng and defeating him in a single move spread like a storm throughout Heaven Dou City overnight, expanding outward at an astonishing speed.

Countless factions wanted to recruit and befriend this young prodigy; they all knew that such a figure would surely become a Titled Douluo in the future, and not just an ordinary one at that!

Being able to befriend such a person would surely yield infinite benefits in the future.

But unfortunately, ever since he defeated Yu Tianheng and left that night, Ling Tian had never appeared again, and no one knew his whereabouts, as if he had vanished from this world entirely.

Inside the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace, Emperor Xue Ye could not stop praising Ling Tian, sighing to Qian Renxue:

"This Ling Tian is truly a peerless genius, the likes of which are rarely seen in a century! If we could recruit this person, the status of our Heavenly Dou Imperial Family would be even more secure!

Once this child matures, even the Star Luo Empire and Martial Soul Hall would have to fear our Heavenly Dou Empire to some degree.

We must find this child and recruit him at any cost!"

Finally, Emperor Xue Ye said in a heavy, deep voice.

Qian Renxue nodded heavily, deeply agreeing.

Then, she suddenly said with regret: "If only Xiao Yuan had half of Ling Tian's talent, how wonderful that would be."

"Hmph, don't mention that trash to me!" Emperor Xue Ye snorted coldly, his tone filled with dissatisfaction and anger:

"As the son of Qin Zhan, he failed to inherit Qin Zhan's top-tier Martial Soul and instead mutated into a trash Martial Soul; he is simply a worthless piece of trash!"

"Father, Xiao Yuan is your own nephew, how can you belittle him like this?" Qian Renxue said, suppressing her anger.

"Imperial We do not have such a trash nephew!"

After coldly throwing out that sentence, Emperor Xue Ye turned and left.