Class Two's Osler, Please Offer Guidance

Mu Shuang's spear tip bloomed like an ice flower, the points of cold light forming a curtain of frost that surged to envelop Yu Tianheng.

Yu Tianheng's entire body erupted with lightning; a violent clashing sound rang out, and the arena was stained a deep blue-purple.

Mu Shuang's second soul ring lit up, her spear shadows moving like the wind, unpredictable. A brilliant blue light flared in her eyes as the spear tip pierced through a gap in the lightning toward Yu Tianheng's chest.

Yu Tianheng let out a loud shout, "Well struck!"

His dragon-transformed right arm reached out, intending to catch the spear with his bare claws. Feeling underestimated, anger flared in Mu Shuang's heart. "You dare catch my Glacier Star-Shattering Spear with your bare hands?"

"You underestimate me too much!"

Mu Shuang's spear tip accelerated abruptly, a flash of cold light appearing at the point. It grazed Yu Tianheng's arm, slicing through the tough dragon scales and leaving a line of blood. A bone-chilling cold instantly invaded, freezing the blood at the wound.

The spear tip stopped three inches from Yu Tianheng's chest, the shaft held firmly in his grip.

Mu Shuang tried to retract the spear to strike again, but Yu Tianheng's dragon claw was as solid as cast steel, holding on with absolute stability.

Yu Tianheng seized the opportunity to unleash his second soul skill, Thunderbolt. Lightning formed a net, instantly shrouding Mu Shuang.

Mu Shuang subconsciously used her soul power to protect her body, but her reserves drained rapidly under the effect of the electricity.

She retracted her martial soul and re-summoned it—the entire process was incredibly fluid—but in a clash between experts, victory or defeat is often decided in an instant.

As the spear tip in his hand vanished and his grip met empty air, Yu Tianheng's Thunder Dragon Claw reappeared, striking at close range.

By the time Mu Shuang's martial soul manifested again, she had already lost the advantage. Most of her strength lay in her spear, and her close-quarters combat skills were lacking. In the end, Yu Tianheng's dragon claw stopped right in front of her.

"Not bad, both of you are quite good!"

"Mu Shuang, your mastery of your martial soul is still lacking, and you should focus on strengthening your close-quarters combat. Until you reach the realm of unity between person and spear, it is best to improve your hand-to-hand fighting ability."

"Otherwise, today's incident will not be the last time."

"Thank you for the guidance, Teacher. But unity between person and spear is easier said than done." Mu Shuang felt helpless; it was something she had been striving for.

"Yu Tianheng, your heart is far too arrogant. Otherwise, you would not have used your hand to catch her spear tip."

"If her soul power were on the same level as yours, you would not have been able to catch her spear. I hope you take this as a warning."

"Yes!"

After replying, Yu Tianheng sat cross-legged on the arena floor to recover his soul power. Less than a minute after Mu Shuang left the stage, a new student had already stepped up.

Yu Tianheng stood up, the wound on his hand completely ignored. This scar only served to make his presence even more imposing.

"Begin!"

Qin Ming's command rang out, and the two sides clashed once more. This time, Yu Tianheng's opponent was a flying soul master.

Yu Tianheng's Thunder Dragon Claw launched like a cannonball, clawing toward the sky. Once the lightning left his control range, it shot out over twenty meters before exploding like a lightning firework.

The student with the flying martial soul wove through the lightning, soul rings flashing as he whipped up dense wind blades, initiating a bombardment from high altitude.

Yu Tianheng did not block head-on; he had no desire to be a living target. His figure darted across the arena, dodging the incoming wind blades.

"Hahaha... Yu Tianheng, your lightning cannot hit me. Genius of Class One, what other tricks do you have?"

"My Class Two is the strongest!"

The student in the air was incredibly smug, launching attacks incessantly and forgetting all about the consumption of his soul power.

"If you have the guts, come down here and get closer."

"If you have the ability, come up here, or make your lightning cover my entire evasion space."

Yu Tianheng remained unmoved, continuing to dodge the attacks from above.

Just then, the broadcast sounded once again, "Ling Yun, please report to Arena Three for the defensive challenge."

"It's him! That genius with a thousand-year second ring."

"Let's go, let's go!"

"..."

Most of the crowd moved toward the spectator stands of Arena Three, though a portion remained, unable to tear their eyes away from Yu Tianheng's battle.

Others were conflicted, turning their heads repeatedly, torn between leaving and staying.

"I've got it, I'll watch both!"

Some clever ones ran to the highest seats to get a panoramic view, but the result of trying to split their attention was that they saw a little of everything and felt as if they had seen nothing at all.

The burly man stood in the center and spoke, "Just use your full strength in the match. I will intervene at the critical moment."

"You have one minute to summon your martial souls."

As soon as his voice fell, the blonde youth opposite Ling Yun stepped forward and introduced himself, "Heavenly Grade Class Two, Osler. Martial soul: Ghost Leopard. Level 26 agility-attack system battle soul master. Please advise."

This was one of the customary rules of the Douluo Continent: reporting one's martial soul and soul power level to each other signified a friendly spar.

If one side reported and the other ignored them, it was a form of humiliation and contempt, easily leading to a grudge.

If one encountered someone narrow-minded, it could easily turn into a life-or-death feud.

Ling Yun did not like to invite trouble, so he followed Osler's example and replied, "Heavenly Grade Class One, Ling Yun. Martial soul: Yin-Yang Mirror. Level 28 power-attack system battle soul master. Please advise."

As his words fell, his martial soul appeared. One yellow and one purple, two soul rings circled Ling Yun's waist, rotating slowly.

After Osler activated his Martial Soul Possession, his body leaned slightly forward. His limbs grew slender yet more muscular, his ears sprouted fine fur, and a tail emerged from behind him. His hands transformed into claws resembling those of a Ghost Leopard, the sharp nails within the pads flicking out and retracting like switchblades.

He even brought his right claw to his mouth, licking it with his tongue. This was a habit adopted after Martial Soul Possession, bringing him closer to the essence of his martial soul.

A minute passed quickly, and the burly teacher shouted, "The match begins!"

Osler's figure moved like a streak of black light, rapidly closing the distance to Ling Yun; in a mere two breaths, he had crossed more than half the arena.

"Hilarious. Can you move faster than light?"

"Sky-Filling Light Rain!"

Ling Yun held the Yin-Yang Mirror, his first soul ring flickering as he channeled a small portion of his soul power. Light Needles descended like rain, covering most of the arena. With only three inches of space between each needle, it appeared sparse, yet no matter which direction Osler dodged, he would inevitably be struck.

Osler only had time to protect his eyes, nose, mouth, and throat—his most vulnerable areas—while using his soul power to defend the rest of his body, manifesting a soul power barrier across his skin.

The piercing power of the Light Needles was terrifying, easily penetrating his soul power barrier as if it were a focused, point-based attack.

Osler's hands, which he had used to shield his vital areas, were struck by six Light Needles.

Once the Light Needles hit their target and their piercing force diminished to a certain point, they would detonate.

Under Ling Yun's deliberate control, this power was less than one-fifth of the full soul skill—just enough to prevent them from passing through the body of a Soul Grand Master. According to his calculations, the needles would penetrate half an inch into the flesh before exploding after being resisted.

The calculations had no significant deviation.

Osler, with over a dozen Light Needles embedded in his arms and body, collapsed.

The burly teacher hadn't even had time to react; who could have imagined that the first soul skill of a Soul Grand Master would be so absurd?