Calamity Sacred Dragon Appears, One Punch Kills Yan!

Dugu Ce shook his head:

"None."

Xie Yue, representing the Golden Generation, nodded:

"None."

"Then let us begin. First match, Dugu Ce versus Yan."

Bibi Dong sat back in the main seat and raised a hand to signal.

Yan strode into the center of the martial arts arena; with every step he took, the bluestone tiles beneath his feet grew slightly scorching.

"Kid, don't say I'm bullying you."

Yan slammed his fists together, activating Martial Soul Possession: Flame Lord.

Crimson flames erupted from his body as two yellow, two purple, and one black soul ring pulsed rhythmically beneath him.

The aura of a level 52 Soul King was released without reservation.

Dugu Ce walked to the opposite side and raised his right hand.

Martial Soul Possession: Calamity Sacred Dragon.

Dark golden flames rose from his palm as two yellow, one purple, and two black soul rings emerged.

The spectators erupted in an uproar.

"The fifth ring is 58,000 years old? He's only twelve!"

"Yellow, purple, black, black? This soul ring configuration is absurd!"

"Calamity Sacred Dragon? What kind of martial soul is that? I've never heard of it!"

Yan's pupils constricted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure:

"The soul ring configuration is impressive, but the Soul Power Level is what it is. Level 51 against level 52—a gap is a gap."

"Is that so?"

Dugu Ce raised his left hand, and the Radiant Sacred Dragon martial soul manifested simultaneously.

Brilliant golden flames surged from his left palm, reflecting the dark golden flames of his right hand.

Twin Martial Souls.

The uproar in the stands grew even louder.

Yan's expression finally changed.

"Twin Martial Souls... and you've attached soul rings to both?"

"The Calamity Sacred Dragon is my primary, the Radiant Sacred Dragon hasn't had soul rings added yet," Dugu Ce said indifferently.

"But to deal with you, one martial soul is enough."

Yan's face darkened:

"Arrogant!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan's third soul ring lit up.

Flame Lord's Wrath.

A crimson pillar of fire erupted from the ground, surging straight toward Dugu Ce's face.

Dugu Ce exerted force through his feet, activating Ice and Fire Golden Body, and shifted three feet to the side like a ghost, dodging the direct impact of the fire pillar.

The scorching heat wave grazed his shoulder, but the dark golden luster on his skin merely flickered, leaving him unscathed.

"Ice and Fire Golden Body?"

In the VIP gallery, an elder priest opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

"This kid is interesting."

Seeing his first strike miss, Yan's fourth soul ring followed immediately:

Lava Spike.

The ground cracked open with several fissures, and dark red magma gushed out from the gaps.

They transformed into dozens of lava spikes, piercing toward Dugu Ce from all directions.

Dugu Ce did not dodge or evade, his fifth soul ring lighting up on his right hand.

"Earth Dragon Roll."

Dark golden soul power poured from his feet into the ground, and centered on Dugu Ce, the ground within a twenty-meter radius began to shake violently.

Those lava spikes shattered one after another amidst the tremors, and the ground beneath Yan's feet cracked as well; his figure swayed, and he nearly fell.

"What kind of soul skill is this?"

Yan steadied himself, his expression changing slightly.

"Control type. You won't be able to stand steady for five seconds."

Dugu Ce shot forward like a bolt of lightning, his right hand condensing a mass of dark golden lava.

Fifth soul ring, Magma Burst.

"Take this."

The dark golden lava sphere left his hand, trailing a long tail of flame as it roared toward Yan.

Yan gritted his teeth, his fifth soul ring lighting up: Flame Lord's Protection.

A crimson flame barrier condensed before him, attempting to block the lava sphere.

BOOM—!

The lava sphere collided with the barrier, exploding into a sky full of dark golden sparks.

The barrier held for less than two seconds before shattering, and the residual shockwave blasted Yan back several steps, burning several holes into the chest of his clothes.

"Your flame quality is inferior to mine."

Dugu Ce stood where he was, the dark golden flame dancing in the palm of his right hand.

"In a contest of fire attributes, you are at a disadvantage."

Yan looked down at the scorched skin on his chest, his face turning livid.

He was the only level 52 Soul King in the Golden Generation, yet at this moment, he was being suppressed by a twelve-year-old child.

"It's not over yet!"

Yan let out a furious roar and slammed both palms into the ground, activating his martial soul avatar—Flame Lord Avatar.

This was his seventh soul skill, but by forcibly activating it with his level 52 soul power, the consumption was immense.

His body swelled to three meters in height, his entire frame covered in magma-like crimson armor, and his aura surged by nearly double.

"Kid, to be able to force me to use my martial soul avatar, you have enough reason to be proud!"

Yan charged toward Dugu Ce with heavy strides, leaving a charred footprint on the ground with every step.

Dugu Ce watched Yan charging toward him, the corners of his mouth curling up.

"Martial soul avatar? I can do that too."

The sixth soul ring of the Calamity Sacred Dragon—no, he only had five rings.

But the Calamity Sacred Dragon martial soul itself possessed the bloodline of a true dragon; it did not need a soul ring to unleash dragon might.

Dark golden flames erupted from within Dugu Ce, condensing behind him into a ten-meter-long phantom of a dark golden sacred dragon.

The dragon might was like a mountain, pressing down so heavily that the flames on the training ground dimmed.

Yan, halfway through his charge, felt his footsteps falter under the weight of that dragon might.

In that split second of hesitation, Dugu Ce was already before him.

He clenched his right hand into a fist, the dark golden flames condensing into the shape of a small dragon, and smashed it fiercely into Yan's chest.

"Calamity Dragon Fist."

BOOM—!

The three-meter-tall Flame Lord Avatar was sent flying backward by this punch, slamming heavily into the wall at the edge of the training ground and smashing a massive crater into the bluestone.

Yan slid down from the wall, his martial soul avatar dissipating as he returned to his original size. He clutched his chest, coughed up a puff of black smoke, and struggled twice, but failed to stand up.

The entire arena fell silent.

Bibi Dong remained silent for a moment before announcing:

"First match, Dugu Ce wins."

The stands erupted with thunderous exclamations.

"He took him out in one punch?"

"That was Yan's martial soul avatar!"

"Calamity Sacred Dragon... just what kind of monster is this?"

Yan was helped off the training ground by others, and as he passed by Dugu Ce, he whispered:

"Your flame... is indeed stronger than mine."

Dugu Ce nodded:

"I accept your challenge."

Xie Yue leaped down from the spectator stand, landing in the center of the arena, and looked at Dugu Ce with an expressionless face:

"How long do you need to rest?"

"No rest needed."

Dugu Ce flexed his wrists.

"Come."

Xie Yue frowned slightly:

"You just finished a match; your soul power consumption must be significant."

"I used less than thirty percent of my soul power against Yan. It is enough."

Dugu Ce raised his right hand, and the dark golden flames of the Calamity Sacred Dragon rose once again.

Xie Yue said no more, activating Martial Soul Possession—Moon Blade.

Two crescent-shaped silver blades extended from his palms, the sharp aura cutting through the air with a faint hissing sound. Beneath him, five soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and one black—emerged.

Level fifty-one, the same level as Dugu Ce.

"Your speed is fast, but my Moon Blade is faster."

As soon as Xie Yue finished speaking, his figure vanished from where he stood.

It was not teleportation; it was simply that his speed was too fast for the naked eye to track.

Dugu Ce closed his eyes, his spiritual power spreading out like a tidal wave. His Spirit Douluo-level spiritual power was more than enough to capture Xie Yue's movement trajectory.

"Left."

Dugu Ce turned to the side, his right hand condensing a mass of dark golden flames, and blasted it toward the empty space on his left.