Defeating Yu Tianxin

"I'll do it!"

A steady voice rang out. Everyone looked to see Yu Tianxin standing up, his eyes firm and his fighting spirit surging.

Without a word, Yu Tianxin leaped onto the arena and cupped his hands toward Xuan Qing.

"Please."

As he spoke, his right arm instantly swelled, covered in blue Dragon Scales, transforming into a terrifying, savage claw.

Two yellow and one purple soul ring hovered around the claw, radiating a violent aura.

Xuan Qing nodded slightly.

"Please."

The moment his voice fell, Yu Tianxin moved. He was fast, charging toward Xuan Qing like a bolt of blue lightning.

He activated his first soul skill, Thunder Dragon Claw. The blue energy claw tore through the air, swiping at Xuan Qing.

This strike carried the raw fury of lightning. The audience held their breath, eager to see how Xuan Qing would defend against it.

Xuan Qing watched the strange energy claw, raised his right hand to cover it in cyan Dragon Scales, and grabbed the energy claw directly.

"Bang!"

The energy claw exploded, dissipating into blue sparks.

Yu Tianxin's pupils constricted, but he did not stop. His right claw, coated in blue lightning, smashed down fiercely, aiming straight for Xuan Qing's face.

Xuan Qing leaned his body to the side, the claw grazing past him.

"Boom!"

A crater was smashed into the ground, sending gravel flying; one could only imagine the sheer force behind that strike.

Xuan Qing didn't give Yu Tianxin time to react. He lifted his left knee, slamming it into Yu Tianxin's abdomen. Yu Tianxin quickly pressed his arms against his chest to block.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Yu Tianxin was knocked back several steps, his arms numb.

A true expert shows their skill in a single move.

Yu Tianxin took a deep breath to calm himself. He knew he couldn't lose his composure, or he would surely lose.

He activated his third soul skill, Thunder Fury. His blue lightning erupted, his attributes surged, and his aura became even sharper.

He charged forward again, throwing a fierce right punch. It carried the might of thunder, both fast and ruthless.

Xuan Qing didn't choose to meet it head-on. He dodged to the right and threw a left hook toward Yu Tianxin's ribs, forcing him to defend.

Yu Tianxin pressed his left arm down to block Xuan Qing's fist.

But Xuan Qing's right leg was already raised, his knee lifted high, perfectly intercepting the left punch Yu Tianxin had thrown.

Fist and knee collided with a loud thud. Yu Tianxin felt as if he had punched an iron plate; his bones ached.

The moment Xuan Qing lowered his right leg, he raised it again, kicking Yu Tianxin in the chest. The movement was fluid and natural, without a single wasted motion.

"Pfft!"

Yu Tianxin spat blood and flew backward, crashing to the edge of the arena. He struggled to stand, but his chest throbbed with intense pain.

In the VIP box, Dugu Bo clicked his tongue.

"This kid's combat awareness is exceptionally high. Yu Tianxin is completely suppressed; he doesn't even have a chance to fight back."

Chen Xin nodded.

"He knows the Dragon Claw has high destructive power but lacks agility, so he only covered himself in Dragon Scales for defense. Yu Tianxin's offense has been completely seen through."

"This kind of counter-attacking style is almost unheard of among power-attack soul masters."

Ning Fengzhi also saw the crux of the matter.

"Power-attack soul masters usually rely on brute force, but Xuan Qing does the opposite, using softness to overcome hardness. Yu Tianxin is not his match; the gap in strength is too great."

On the arena, Yu Tianxin knew he would lose if he continued like this, but he was unwilling to give up. He wanted to gamble it all, channeling all his soul power into his first soul skill.

The blue energy claw reappeared, but this time it was larger and more solid, wreathed in crackling electricity and emitting a terrifying aura.

"Go!"

Yu Tianxin roared. The energy claw flew out, lunging at Xuan Qing. This was his full power; he would either succeed or perish.

Xuan Qing watched the incoming claw. His body was surrounded by cyan energy, and he gripped the air with his right hand.

The surrounding lightning began to shrink, eventually compressing into a cyan orb the size of a marble.

The orb was tiny, but it radiated a heart-stopping aura, as if it contained the power to destroy the world.

Xuan Qing flicked his finger, and the orb flew out. Compared to the massive blue claw, the orb looked pitifully small.

Yet, when the orb collided with the claw, the claw was like paper, instantly shattered. The orb continued on its path, shooting toward Yu Tianxin.

Yu Tianxin's face turned deathly pale. He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't move. Just as the orb was about to strike him, Xuan Qing waved his hand, and the orb dissipated.

"The power of thunder is indeed impressive, but it is too scattered. If you condense it, the power will double."

He pointed his right index finger, and a tiny, azure-colored bolt of lightning shot out, striking the edge of the arena.

There was no explosion, no flash of fire. It simply left a small, clean-pierced hole in the arena floor.

The eyes of everyone in the audience were fixed on that small hole, their hearts trembling; if that had hit a person, it would have surely punched straight through them.

"Next."

Feng Xiaotian stood up and leaped onto the arena. His expression was solemn and his gaze heavy; he had seen Xuan Qing's strength clearly during that previous display.

"Godwind Academy, Feng Xiaotian. Please, enlighten me."

He hesitated for a moment before asking the question that had been on his mind.

"Brother, was that a Self-Created Soul Skill just now? The power was terrifying."

Xuan Qing shook his head.

"That doesn't count as one. At most, it's just a little trick—compressing lightning. There's no real technical depth to it."

Feng Xiaotian's eyes lit up.

"Judging by your tone, you truly possess a Self-Created Soul Skill. Would you allow me to witness it?"

Xuan Qing smiled.

"If you have the ability, you will naturally see it. Come."

Feng Xiaotian didn't waste any more words, immediately activating Martial Soul Possession. The phantom of the Gale Twin-Headed Wolf emerged, and three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—lit up beneath his feet.

Although his martial soul was not as domineering as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, it possessed extreme speed, and with his own Self-Created Soul Skill, his practical combat ability was formidable.

Feng Xiaotian let out a low shout.

"Second Soul Skill: Twin Wolf Possession."

Cyan light shimmered across his body, his speed and strength increased significantly, and his figure flickered, vanishing from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Xuan Qing, his claw striking toward his back with lightning speed.

Xuan Qing threw a punch directly, and as fist met claw, it produced the sound of clashing metal.

Though Feng Xiaotian was shaken back, he rushed forward again, launching attacks from various angles.

His speed was indeed fast—more than a grade higher than Yu Tianxin's. Xuan Qing's speed couldn't quite keep up, forcing him into a passive defense.

"Rip!"

Feng Xiaotian's claw raked across Xuan Qing's arm, leaving a gash; though not deep, it had indeed drawn blood.

Xuan Qing's gaze sharpened, and he began to take things seriously.

"Roar!"

A low dragon's roar echoed out. Xuan Qing's arms turned cyan, covered in dragon claws and Dragon Scales, and his eyes shifted from their original lazy state to something sharp and piercing.

The pressure on Feng Xiaotian increased, but his fighting spirit grew even stronger. He surged forward once more, engaging Xuan Qing in close-quarters combat.

Both of them were incredibly fast, leaving trails of afterimages across the arena as the sound of fists and claws colliding rang out incessantly.

Feng Xiaotian's attacks were swift, but Xuan Qing's combat intuition was superior; he could always predict Feng Xiaotian's attack trajectory, defending or counterattacking in advance.

"First Soul Skill: Wind Blade Array."

Seeing that he couldn't break through after nine attacks, Feng Xiaotian activated his soul skill, and cyan wind blades shot toward Xuan Qing like raindrops.

Xuan Qing swung his dragon claws, shattering all the wind blades. The blades struck the Dragon Scales, sparking against them or carving deep gashes into the arena floor.