Great Soul Arena Brawl? Level 86 Dark Sacred Dragon VS Level 93 Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!

He had come this time mostly because he could not swallow his pride.

He wanted to take this opportunity to suppress the boy's arrogance, force him to bow his head and admit his mistakes, and salvage the face of his clan.

Thinking of this, Yu Yuanzhen stared coldly at Qian Yu and spoke in a deep voice:

"Qian Yu, what kind of skill is it to rely on a sharp tongue!

If you truly have the guts, come with me to the Great Soul Arena in Heaven Dou City!

Under the witness of all the soul masters, let us have a fair and square duel!

If you lose, you must publicly apologize to my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for your previous arrogant remarks!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Yu acted as if he had heard a massive joke, letting out a mocking sneer and scoffing at the suggestion.

Before Qian Yu could even speak, Bibi Dong, standing to the side, could no longer suppress the anger in her heart.

She stepped forward, shielding Qian Yu at her side, and pointed an accusatory finger at him with indignation:

"Yu Yuanzhen, you really have the nerve to say that!

You are a dignified level 93 Title Douluo and the head of a sect!

Yet Brother Yu is currently only at the Soul Douluo realm.

Aren't you afraid that if this request for a duel gets out, the whole world will mock you, the dignified Thunder Douluo, for bullying the young with your status?!"

Yu Yuanzhen's old face flushed slightly, a flash of unnaturalness crossing his features, but it was quickly masked by a cold snort:

"Your Highness the Saintess, this concerns the honor of our sect's inherited martial soul; this old man cannot concern himself with accusations of bullying the young!

However, so that the world cannot say this old man won unfairly.

During the duel, this old man will absolutely not use my Martial Soul Avatar or my ninth soul skill, and I can even let him have the first three moves!"

Qian Yu gently squeezed Bibi Dong's hand, pulling her back behind him, the mockery at the corners of his mouth deepening:

"Let me three moves?

Not using your Martial Soul Avatar?

Yu Yuanzhen, are you afraid of losing too miserably later, so you're looking for a way out for yourself in advance?"

Yu Yuanzhen laughed out of extreme anger, sparks of lightning crackling around his body:

"Arrogant brat!

This old man wants to see if your mouth is tougher than your bones!"

Qian Yu stepped forward, looking Yu Yuanzhen straight in the eye, his tone flat yet permeated with absolute arrogance:

"I accept this duel.

Not only do you not need to let me have any moves, you can use all your trump cards and go all out.

However, since it is a wager, there must be equal stakes.

If I lose, I apologize to you, but what if you lose?"

Yu Yuanzhen acted as if he had heard a massive joke, throwing his head back and laughing loudly:

"Hahahaha!

This old man is a dignified level 93 Title Douluo; would I lose to a mere Soul Douluo?

Fine!

If this old man loses, you can set any condition you want!"

Qian Yu snapped his fingers, his eyes playful:

"It's very simple.

If you lose, I want you, Yu Yuanzhen, to admit in front of all the soul masters in Heaven Dou City that your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons are nothing but mixed-blood pseudo-dragons!

Furthermore, from now on, whenever anyone from your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect sees me, they must respectfully bow their heads and walk the other way!"

"You--!"

Blood rushed to Yu Yuanzhen's head, his fists clenching until they cracked, his teeth grinding as he stared daggers at Qian Yu:

"Fine!

Very well!

This old man agrees!

Tomorrow at noon, at the Main Soul Arena Platform of the Great Soul Arena in Heaven Dou City!

This old man will tear your arrogant, ignorant self to pieces in front of the entire city!"

With that, Yu Yuanzhen flicked his sleeve violently, not wanting to waste another word.

His entire body transformed into a violent bolt of blue lightning, shooting into the sky and vanishing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Watching the direction in which Yu Yuanzhen departed, Bibi Dong frowned slightly, her eyes filled with a trace of worry:

"Brother Yu, he is, after all, a veteran Title Douluo, and the explosive power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon cannot be underestimated. Are you really going to take him head-on?"

Qian Yu turned around, ruffled Bibi Dong's long hair, and chuckled:

"Dong'er, have you forgotten what my Martial Soul is?

In front of the ultimate Dark Sacred Dragon, his meager, impure lightning and pseudo-dragon bloodline aren't even fit to scratch an itch for me.

Tomorrow, just consider it a performance of a one-sided crushing."

Listening to Qian Yu's confident words, the worry between Bibi Dong's brows gradually dissipated, and a bright smile curled at the corners of her lips:

"Since Brother Yu is so certain, then Dong'er will wait to see you display your divine might tomorrow.

If that old fellow dares to play dirty, I will never agree to it!"

Qian Yu chuckled, took her hand, and walked toward the house:

"Rest assured, let's go; don't let that old fellow ruin our mood for these two days."

The next day at noon, Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

The area around the Main Soul Arena Platform was already packed, the crowd roaring with noise.

The news of the bet between the Martial Soul Hall Saint Son and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect Master.

It had spread throughout all of Heaven Dou City in just one night, and countless soul masters had come to witness it.

Yu Yuanzhen already stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the arena, his eyes slightly closed, faint lightning flickering around his body.

Qian Yu walked into the venue with Bibi Dong, unhurried and calm.

Hearing the commotion, Yu Yuanzhen suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze shooting toward Qian Yu like lightning as he said coldly:

"Qian Yu!

I thought you were afraid and prepared to cower in your villa, too scared to show up!"

Qian Yu leaped, landing steadily on the arena, and brushed off his clothes with a lazy and casual tone:

"Dealing with a mixed-blood loach isn't enough to make me afraid.

Instead, Sect Master Yu, have you prepared your words for admitting you are a pseudo-dragon?

It won't look good if you start stuttering later."

Veins bulged on Yu Yuanzhen's forehead, and he laughed out of extreme anger:

"Still daring to be sharp-tongued when death is at your doorstep!

Today, I will let you know that the majesty of the world's number one beast Martial Soul will never be profaned by a yellow-mouthed child like you!"

"BOOM--!"

Violent blue lightning soared into the sky, and a massive phantom of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon emerged behind Yu Yuanzhen.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Nine soul rings rose in succession, and the terrifying pressure of a Titled Douluo instantly swept across the entire arena.

"Enough talk, release your Martial Soul!"

Yu Yuanzhen roared.

"I said I would give you three moves, and I will not go back on my word!"

Facing that overwhelming pressure, Qian Yu's expression remained unchanged; he didn't even release his Martial Soul immediately.

He merely crooked his finger faintly:

"I told you that you don't need to concede anything; you had best bring out your full strength immediately.

Otherwise, I fear you won't even have the chance to strike."

"Utterly arrogant!

Since you are in such a rush to die, I will grant your wish!"

Yu Yuanzhen was thoroughly provoked; his right arm instantly dragonized, and lightning exploded.

"First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"

Accompanied by a deafening dragon roar.

Yu Yuanzhen's figure moved like lightning, carrying destructive thunderous power as he lunged straight for Qian Yu's face.

A trace of disdain flashed in Qian Yu's eyes, his low voice echoing over the arena:

"Then I shall let you witness what a true dragon race is.

Dark Sacred Dragon, Possess!"

As Qian Yu's words fell, an aura of ultimate, pure darkness erupted with a boom.

A high-pitched and majestic dragon roar resounded through the heavens.

A phantom of a Dark Sacred Dragon, exuding an aura of endless destruction, proudly coalesced behind Qian Yu.

Yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red—eight soul rings ascended!

The entire audience was shocked!

"Holy Son Qian Yu's eighth soul ring is actually a hundred-thousand-year-tier!"

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(Today is Tuesday, and the trial period ends today. Since the initial release is on QQ Reading, it will be published at 50,000 words, which is Wednesday. Qidian readers can switch to QQ Reading and open a membership to read all novels on the site for free.

Regarding the updates, tomorrow there will be at least 6,000+ words, split into three chapters.

I will see if I need to add more, but this author has already burned out!)