Defeating Yu Tianxin

"I'll take him!"

A steady voice rang out. Everyone turned to see Yu Tianxin rising to his feet, his gaze firm and his fighting spirit blazing.

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

"Please."

As the flower petals fell, his right arm instantly swelled, blue Dragon Scales covering it as it transformed into a savage, terrifying dragon claw.

Two yellow Soul Rings and one purple Soul Ring circled the claw, radiating a violent aura.

Xuan Qing gave a slight nod.

"Please."

The moment the words left his mouth, Yu Tianxin moved. He was fast, charging toward Xuan Qing like a blue bolt of lightning and reaching him in an instant.

His first Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw, activated. A dragon claw formed of blue energy ripped through the air and seized at Xuan Qing.

The claw came with the fury of thunder. The spectators below held their breath, eager to see how Xuan Qing would defend against it.

Xuan Qing looked at the strange energy claw, raised his right hand, and covered it with azure Dragon Scales. Then he simply grabbed the claw.

"Bang!"

The energy claw exploded, dissolving into blue sparks of lightning.

Yu Tianxin's pupils contracted, but he didn't stop. His right claw, wrapped in blue lightning, came crashing down, aiming straight for Xuan Qing's face.

Xuan Qing leaned to one side. The dragon claw swept past his body.

"Boom!"

It smashed a crater into the ground, sending broken stone flying. The blow's force was plain to see.

Xuan Qing gave Yu Tianxin no time to react. He raised his left knee and drove it into Yu Tianxin's abdomen. Yu Tianxin brought his other arm up to shield his chest.

"Thud!"

With a muffled impact, Yu Tianxin staggered back several steps, his arm numb.

An expert could tell at a glance.

Yu Tianxin took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He couldn't lose his composure, or he would definitely lose.

His third Soul Skill, Thunder Fury, activated. Blue lightning erupted, and his attributes surged. Yu Tianxin's aura grew even more fierce.

He charged forward again, slamming out his right fist. The punch carried the might of thunder, fast and ruthless.

Xuan Qing didn't try to meet it head-on. He dodged to the right and punched Yu Tianxin beneath the ribs with his left fist, forcing him to defend.

Yu Tianxin lowered his left arm to block Xuan Qing's punch.

But Xiao Qing's right leg was already rising, her knee lifted high and perfectly placed to intercept Yu Tianxin's incoming left fist.

Fist and knee collided with a sharp crack. Yu Tianxin felt as if he'd punched an iron plate, and pain shot through his bones.

The instant Xuan Qing lowered his right leg, he lifted it again and kicked Yu Tianxin in the chest. His movements flowed seamlessly, without a single wasted motion.

"Pfft!"

Yu Tianxin spat blood and flew backward, landing at the edge of the arena. He struggled back to his feet, but his chest throbbed with pain.

In the VIP seats, Dugu Bo clicked his tongue in amazement.

"That kid's combat instincts are extraordinary. Yu Tianxin's completely suppressed—he doesn't have a chance to fight back."

Chen Xin nodded.

"He knows the dragon claw has tremendous destructive power but lacks agility, so he only covered himself in Dragon Scales for defense. He saw through all of Yu Tianxin's attacks."

"Among Power Attack System Soul Masters, it's rare to see someone fight by waiting for the enemy to make the first move."

Ning Fengzhi had also seen through it.

"Power Attack System Soul Masters rely on opportunities to strike, but Xuan Qing does the opposite, using softness to overcome strength. Yu Tianxin's cultivation is nowhere near his level. The gap in strength is simply too great."

On the arena, Yu Tianxin knew he would lose if he kept fighting, but he couldn't accept it. He wanted to risk everything, so he gathered all his Soul Power into his first Soul Skill.

The blue energy dragon claw appeared again, larger and more solid this time. Lightning coiled around it, and it gave off a terrifying aura.

"Go!"

Yu Tianxin roared as the massive energy claw flew toward Xuan Qing. This was all the strength he had left. He would either win or perish.

Xuan Qing looked at the dragon claw rushing toward him. Azure light swirled around him as he held out his right hand, palm open.

The surrounding lightning began to contract, finally compressing into an azure orb the size of a pill.

The orb was tiny, but its aura was so unsettling that it seemed to contain enough power to destroy heaven and earth.

Xuan Qing flicked a finger. The orb flew out, looking pitifully small beside the enormous blue dragon claw.

But when the orb struck the claw, the claw crumpled like paper. It was shattered in an instant, and the orb continued on, shooting toward Yu Tianxin.

Yu Tianxin's face went deathly pale. He wanted to dodge but couldn't move. Just as the orb was about to hit him, Xuan Qing beckoned, and it vanished.

"Thunder is powerful, but the force is too dispersed. Compress it more, and its power could double."

He pointed with his right hand, sending out a hair-thin bolt of azure lightning that struck the edge of the arena.

There was no explosion and no flash of fire. It left only a tiny hole piercing through the arena.

Everyone stared at the hole, their scalps tingling. If that had hit someone, it would have pierced right through them.

"Next."

Feng Xiaotian stood and leaped onto the arena. His expression was solemn, his gaze grave. He had seen Xuan Qing's abilities clearly just now.

"Feng Xiaotian of Godwind Academy. Please give me your guidance."

He hesitated, then asked the question that had been on his mind.

"Brother, was that a Self-Created Soul Skill? Its power was terrifying."

Xuan Qing shook his head.

"That doesn't count. It's just a little trick—compressing the lightning. There's nothing technical about it."

Feng Xiaotian's eyes lit up.

"From the way you say that, you really do have a Self-Created Soul Skill. Could you let me see it?"

Xuan Qing smiled.

"If you're capable enough, you'll see it. Come on."

Feng Xiaotian didn't waste words. He immediately used Martial Soul Possession, and the phantom of a Gale Twin-Headed Wolf appeared. Two yellow Soul Rings and one purple Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet.

His Martial Soul wasn't as domineering as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, but it was extremely fast. And with a Self-Created Soul Skill at his disposal, he was formidable in a real fight.

Feng Xiaotian gave a low shout.

"Second Soul Skill: Twin Wolf Possession!"

Azure light gleamed around him, greatly boosting his speed and strength. With a flicker, he disappeared from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Xuan Qing, slashing at his back as fast as lightning.

Xuan Qing punched straight at him. Fist met claw with a ringing clash like metal striking metal.

Feng Xiaotian was knocked back, but he quickly charged in again, attacking from different angles.

He really was fast—more than a level faster than Yu Tianxin. Xuan Qing couldn't quite keep up with his speed and could only defend.

"Rip!"

Feng Xiaotian's claw raked across Xuan Qing's arm, opening a gash. It wasn't deep, but it drew blood.

Xuan Qing's gaze sharpened, and he got serious.

"Roar!"

A deep dragon's roar rang out. Xuan Qing's arms turned azure as Dragon Scales and dragon claws covered them. His formerly languid gaze grew sharp.

The pressure on Feng Xiaotian increased, but so did his fighting spirit. He charged forward again and battled Xuan Qing at close quarters.

Both moved at tremendous speed, leaving afterimages across the arena. The clash of fists and claws rang out without pause.

Feng Xiaotian's attacks were fast, but Xuan Qing had better combat instincts. He could always anticipate Feng Xiaotian's attack and defend or counter before it landed.

"First Soul Skill: Wind Blade Array!"

Seeing that he couldn't win despite repeated attacks, Feng Xiaotian immediately used his Soul Skill. Azure wind blades shot toward Xuan Qing like raindrops.

Xuan Qing simply swung his dragon claws, batting away every wind blade. They sparked against his Dragon Scales or slashed grooves into the arena.