Like Hell I Yield
A hint of enraged excitement flashed in Zi JI's purple-gold dragon eyes. She swept her dragon tail behind her, creating a seven- or eight-meter-long arc-shaped ditch in the Soul Fighting Arena. Gravel and dust tumbled to both sides.
Then she moved.
The speed that a sixty-meter-long dragon could unleash at close range defied any physical intuition.
As she lunged at Yun Jingheng, the air was compressed by the massive dragon body, creating a visible white shockwave that spread to both sides, creating spiderweb-like cracks on the walls of the stands.
The right forepaw was raised, and the dark purple magic patterns covering the five dragon claws lit up at the same time. When the claw tips cut through the air, they left five purplish-black trails. That was not light, but the erosion of space itself by the concentration of dark elements when it reached a certain level.
Yun Jingheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
He just used teleportation to catch her off guard, but Zi JI isn't stupid; she wouldn't use the same trick twice in front of her.
He didn't teleport.
He lightly touched the ground with his foot, and as he floated backward, his Second Soul Ring lit up.
A silvery-white Full Moon lotus bloomed from beneath his feet, and moonlight condensed into a shield, enveloping his entire body.
Second Soul Skill: Moonlight Protection.
The moment Zi JI's dragon claw struck the shield, the entire Soul Fighting Arena trembled.
The light barrier Moonlight Protection was struck by the dragon's claw, and countless cracks appeared at the spot. The cracks spread rapidly in all directions, and then the entire pillar of light shattered like glass.
But Yun Jingheng was no longer inside.
He controlled his Soul Power, and as the Moonlight Protection shattered, he used his toes to push off the inner wall of the shield, bursting out of it. His body flipped in mid-air, and his right hand was raised high above his head.
The silvery Moonlight rapidly condensed in his palm, the density of the light so high that the surrounding light began to bend towards his palm, creating a visible gravitational distortion that formed an arrow.
He didn't rush to shoot the arrow, but hovered in the air, squinted one eye, and made an aiming motion.
Zi JI raised her head, her dragon eyes locking onto the human boy in mid-air and the arrow in his hand that had not yet been fired.
She opened her dragon mouth, and a blazing purplish-black light shone from deep within her throat. The concentration of dark elements surged to a level that was enough to cause the surrounding air to begin to decompose on its own. Then, a dark purple dragon breath gushed out of her mouth.
The dragon's breath manifested as a straight, purplish-black beam of light, exceeding three meters in diameter, scorching the air and emitting a sharp hissing sound.
Wherever the dragon's breath passed, the space itself trembled, and the stone slabs on the ground that were brushed by the dragon's breath instantly vaporized, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
The arrow slipped from my grasp.
The silver-white arrow and the purplish-black dragon breath collided head-on in mid-air.
There was no explosion.
Two diametrically opposed forces, the chilling light of the Moonlight and the corrosive power of darkness, engaged in a pure act of mutual devouring at their point of contact.
Yun Jingheng infused the power of the Reverse Moon into this arrow.
Silver and purple light intertwined to form a rapidly expanding energy sphere. Electric cracks flashed continuously on the surface of the sphere, and each flash released a Destruction shockwave outward.
The first shockwave ripped away all the barriers in the Soul Fighting Arena.
The second shockwave blasted the wooden seats in the stands into countless flying debris.
The third shockwave struck the soul-guided protective barrier at the edge of the Soul Fighting Arena. The pale golden light shield flickered violently a few times before shattering.
Di Tian stood at the highest point of the stands. When the shockwave reached him, it automatically split to the sides without even stirring his clothes.
After expanding for nearly three seconds, the energy sphere finally succumbed to the internal pressure and exploded.
The explosion's light instantly engulfed the entire Soul Fighting Arena, leaving nothing but a vast expanse of white.
Then the shockwave arrived.
The ground of the Soul Fighting Arena was torn up layer by layer, and the stone slabs, foundation, buried soul wires and drainage pipes were all turned upside down and then swept away by the shock wave and smashed in all directions.
The main structure of the stands let out a groan of despair as the reinforced concrete frame snapped in the middle and collapsed in sections.
The soul-guided barrier generator at the edge of the arena exploded with a series of sparks and was completely destroyed.
The aftershocks of the explosion even reached the woods surrounding the Soul Fighting Arena; the nearest row of trees was uprooted, their trunks spinning in the air for dozens of meters before crashing to the ground.
The inner courtyard fighting arena of Poseidon Island is gone.
When the smoke and dust cleared up a bit and the situation in the arena became clear, the entire Soul Fighting Arena had been reduced to ruins.
Then Yun Jingheng emerged from the smoke and dust.
His clothes were torn, with several burn marks on the cuffs and hem. His face was covered in streaks of ash, and his breathing was noticeably more rapid than before.
But his eyes were shining.
The two silvery-white Moonlight deep within his pupils were brighter than ever before. His Soul Power was pushed to its limit, and what was reflected in his pupils was not only the image of Zi JI, but also the trajectory of every flow of Soul Power within her body and every node where dark elements gathered.
At the epicenter of the explosion, at the very core where the two forces were devouring each other, he used his Divine Power to pinpoint the momentary stagnation in the flow of Soul Power within Zi JI.
It truly is a dragon.
The dragon breath of the Hell Demon Dragon King was indeed terrifying, but after continuously outputting such a high concentration of dark elements, the Soul Power circuit in her body needed an extremely short gap to complete a new cycle. This gap was so short that even Zi JI herself might not be able to perceive it.
But Yun Jingheng saw it.
At this moment, dust filled the field. The Reverse Moon technique could not only be used to turn the tide of an attack, but also to confuse the enemy.
He didn't let this opportunity pass him by.
He took a step forward, activated his third Soul Skill, and his entire body transformed into a stream of light, disappearing from the spot and reappearing directly above Zi JI's dragon head the next second.
The Moonlight Sword had somehow materialized in his right hand, its blade Entanglement in extremely compressed Lunar Yin Cold Force. White, frigid air swirled along the edge, constantly scattering tiny ice crystals outwards.
He did not pierce the dragon's eyes.
He plunged the sword into an extremely fine gap in the scales where the base of the Zi JI Dragon's horn met its forehead.
That's one of the areas with the densest nerves at the base of the dragon's horns, and also the part of the dragon's body that it least wants to be touched.
The moment the Lunar Yin Cold Force flowed along the sword and into that crevice, Zi JI's entire dragon body froze.
It was a chill she had never experienced in her hundreds of thousands of years of life, an uncontrollable chill that shot from the top of her head along her spine to the tip of her tailbone.
The chill directly disrupted the flow of her Soul Power, causing her muscles to spasm briefly.
The sixty-meter-long dragon body lost control of its muscle power and plummeted towards the ground.
As Zi JI fell, Yun Jingheng followed her, his toes landing on her dragon horns. Just before Zi JI's massive dragon body crashed into the ruins, he lightly leaped, somersaulted in the air, and landed steadily on her chest.
Zi JI lay on her back in the ruins, her dragon wings spread out to the sides, with several small cuts on the wing membranes torn by the shockwave of the explosion, and a thin layer of ash covering her dark purple dragon scales.
She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with each breath, causing Yun Jingheng, who was standing on her chest, to bounce up and down with her.
Yun Jingheng stood right in the center of her chest.
He braced his hands on his knees, bent over, and was panting even more heavily than Zi JI.
His hair was a mess, tangled with sweat and dust, plastered to his forehead. The grime on his face was washed away by the sweat, leaving several white streaks. He looked quite disheveled.
But the corners of his mouth were curved.
His lips curled upwards, and the smugness in his eyes was impossible to hide; his entire demeanor screamed, "I won, didn't I?"
Zi JI lay in the ruins, her dragon eyes looking up at the smug-looking boy on her chest.
She exhaled a deep breath carrying a dark aura, causing Yun Jingheng's clothes to flutter loudly once more.
Then she slightly opened her mouth, her voice still low and languid, but with an extremely subtle hint of reluctance yet undeniable unease.
"Get off my chest."
Yun Jingheng didn't move.
"I don't!"
He was panting, and asked with a laugh, "Do you submit?!"
After a few seconds of silence, Zi JI weakly swept her dragon tail across the ruins, smashing a piece of reinforced concrete half-buried in the rubble into powder.
"Face... my foot!"