The Elusive Arc Lightning Martial Soul!

"Hmph." Yu Tianheng took a sip of tea, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward. "On the Soul Fighting Platform, blades have no eyes. The Electric Arc Duo certainly won't show any mercy."

Yu Feng chuckled as he chimed in, "Boss's plan is brilliant! No matter how well that kid can fight, can he really take on two level 49 Soul Ancestors?"

Osler rubbed his hands together, staring at the Electric Arc Duo as they began to take the stage outside the window, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Those two from the Electric Arc Duo have never left a survivor. Once that kid is crippled, Ye Lingling..."

He let out two dry, sinister laughs, leaving the rest unsaid.

Yu Tianheng ignored him, set down his teacup, and leaned back into his chair, his gaze piercing through the glass window to land on the entrance of the opposing contestant tunnel.

"Trying to fight me?"

He let out a soft, mocking laugh.

Below Soul Fighting Platform No. 5.

The host's voice boomed, "Let us welcome the Golden Leaf Duo, who have achieved a dozen consecutive victories in just two days!"

As the lights hit, Lin Jiang, wearing a mask, led Ye Lingling onto the arena.

There was sparse applause from the crowd, followed mostly by hushed whispers.

"They're up against the Electric Arc Duo; this match is hopeless."

"If they can last three minutes, they'll be lucky."

The host's voice suddenly rose in pitch, "Next, welcome the terrifying Electric Arc Duo!"

Two short, thin middle-aged men walked up.

They had identical mohawks, identical slanted eyebrows, and identical handlebar mustaches.

The two stood still in the center of the arena, simultaneously reaching up to carefully smooth the tufts of hair on their heads, nodding in satisfaction only after confirming the angles were perfectly aligned.

The one on the left glanced at Lin Jiang and Ye Lingling, his mouth curling in disdain:

"Hmph, a duo fighting Soul Elders? Are you just more sacrificial lambs sent because no one else dared to fight us?"

The one on the right didn't speak, merely cracking his neck, the bones popping audibly.

The referee raised his hand: "Soul Fight, begin!"

Before the words had even faded, the Electric Arc Duo moved.

Blue and white electric light exploded beneath their feet, their figures instantly transforming into two arcs of electricity, racing along the edges of the arena from left and right!

They were moving so fast that the audience could only see two blue ribbons of light circling the stage.

This was their Martial Soul—Electric Arc.

It wasn't a beast or tool Martial Soul with lightning attributes, but rather the ability to turn themselves into actual arcs of electricity.

In terms of speed, agility, and burst power, they were unrivaled among their peers.

Lin Jiang had just assumed a defensive stance when a sharp cry rang out behind him.

"Ah!"

Ye Lingling collapsed to the ground, her silver skirt stained with dust, her long blue hair splayed across the floor.

She braced her arms to try and stand, but her limbs trembled, unable to muster any strength.

The two arcs of electricity converged where Ye Lingling had fallen, emitting a sharp, piercing screech before ricocheting away again.

"Hahahaha! Take out the support type first!"

The laughter emanated from the high-speed arcs of light, intermittent and strained, as if someone were gripping their throats.

Their combat experience was incredibly seasoned; in a two-on-two, eliminate the support first, and the rest is just a two-on-one.

Lin Jiang gritted his teeth, tracking the two streaks of blue lightning darting wildly across his field of vision.

In the spectator stands, before the gasps of the crowd could even die down, the electric arcs slammed into Lin Jiang.

"Bang—!"

One arc grazed his back, leaving behind a charred mark.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two. Three. Four.

The electric arcs struck from every direction, touching and retreating instantly, like two venomous snakes taking turns to bite.

Lin Jiang's robes were shredded into a dozen pieces, and the smell of scorched fabric began to permeate the air.

In the viewing room, Yu Tianheng held his teacup, his grin stretching nearly to his ears.

"The Electric Arc Duo is invincible at their level. Not to mention crushing someone of a lower rank."

He took a sip of tea and leaned back, watching the two rapidly spinning streaks of blue light on the arena floor.

Yu Feng and Osler stood on either side, smiling even more gleefully than their master.

Below, Dugu Yan clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly dug into her palms.

On the arena floor, Ye Lingling lay prone, already unconscious.

Two arcs of electricity continued to rotate at high speed, slamming into Lin Jiang from every direction—thud, thud, and thud again.

Lin Jiang stood his ground, arms shielding his head and face, weathering every impact head-on.

The arcs were too fast, so fast that he couldn't track their trajectory at all.

Another arc struck his back, tearing a gash in his robe.

Lin Jiang furrowed his brows.

He couldn't see them clearly.

They were too fast.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Behind him, a golden dragon silhouette soared into the sky—

Golden Dragon King Martial Soul, manifest!

The entire arena fell instantly silent.

It wasn't the silence that follows a gasp of shock, but a silence where everyone had forgotten how to breathe.

Golden dragon scales erupted with dazzling light under the arena lamps, and the dragon's might crushed down like a physical weight, causing the flags at the edge of the arena to flutter without a breeze.

And then—

It exploded.

"What kind of Martial Soul is this?!"

"A dragon! It's a dragon!"

"No, this pressure... my Martial Soul is trembling!"

In the spectator stands, the expressions of every Spirit Master with a beast-type Martial Soul changed simultaneously.

Some felt their legs go weak, some retreated, and others broke out in a cold sweat.

A middle-aged battle Spirit Master gripped the railing, his knees knocking together: "I'm over level forty, and my Martial Soul is telling me to run..."

In the VIP box, an elderly man with graying hair stood up abruptly.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

He stared at the golden dragon silhouette on the arena, his fingers gripping the railing until his knuckles turned white.

"Uncle Gu?" The middle-aged man beside him was startled by his reaction. "What's wrong?"

Gu Rong didn't speak.

He felt the palpitations of his own Martial Soul within him; the Bone Dragon, the Martial Soul of a level ninety-five Title Douluo, was trembling.

It wasn't fear; it was submission.

A submission carved into the very origin of his Martial Soul, one that could not be resisted.

He slowly sat back down, his voice hoarse: "This child's Martial Soul... is of a higher order than my Bone Dragon."

Opposite him, Ning Fengzhi held his teacup, his gaze burning as he stared at the masked youth on the arena.

"Golden Scale?" he murmured, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward. "Interesting. This child is definitely no creature of a mere pond."

Gu Rong nodded: "If he can withstand the Electric Arc Duo, he is a talent worth molding."

Ning Fengzhi didn't reply, simply watching the arena, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

On the arena.

The two arcs of electricity continued to rotate at high speed, slamming into Lin Jiang from every direction.

The moment the Golden Dragon King Martial Soul was released, the movements of the Electric Arc Duo faltered noticeably; it was the instinctive fear of their Martial Souls.

But they quickly suppressed it.

"Don't be afraid! How old is he? No matter how strong his Martial Soul is, his spirit power is limited!" one of them shouted, their speed increasing rather than slowing.

The arcs slammed into Lin Jiang—bang! bang! bang!

But this time, Lin Jiang didn't even sway.

With the Golden Dragon King possessing him, his physical strength had soared to an entirely different level.

The arcs struck him like mosquitoes biting an iron plate, leaving only tiny scorch marks, not even breaking the skin.

Lin Jiang looked down at the scorch marks on his arm, then looked up at the two blue streaks of lightning darting wildly in his field of vision.

"Annoying mosquitoes."

He closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, golden light exploded within his pupils.

It wasn't the overbearing, scorching golden light of the Golden Dragon King, but a more restrained, profound gold.

Like ancient stars, like solidified sunlight.

Light slowly swirled within his eyes, as if something were awakening.

Second Martial Soul, Eye of Time and Space.

Those two high-speed rotating electric arcs, within his field of vision...

Slowed down.

They weren't truly slow; it was that he could see them clearly.

The trajectory of every arc, the angle of every turn, every path they were about to traverse—all of it was perfectly distinct.

The corners of Lin Jiang's mouth curled upward slightly.

"Is this my Eye of Time and Space?"