The Six-Year Pact

In the blink of an eye, several months passed.

Today was the day of the six-year appointment.

The martial arts arena of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family was packed with people.

Almost every clansman had arrived, surrounding the massive arena until not even a drop of water could trickle through.

Everyone wanted to see with their own eyes what the final outcome of this six-year-long wager would be.

"Who do you think will win today?"

"Need you ask? It has to be Young Master Yu Xiaogang! He is the son of the Clan Leader, after all, and has been groomed with special focus since he was young."

"That may be so, but I've heard that Yu Hong is also very formidable. He absorbed a six-hundred-year-old spirit ring years ago; who knows what level he's reached now."

"Pfft, so what? Young Master Yu Xiaogang has enjoyed a massive amount of resources! How could Yu Hong compare?"

"That's true..."

Within the crowd, discussions rose and fell like waves.

Most people favored Yu Xiaogang.

After all, Yu Xiaogang was the son of the Clan Leader, and his status spoke for itself.

Furthermore, everyone knew that over these past six years, Yu Yuanzhen had secretly provided Yu Xiaogang with plenty of resources.

In contrast, Yu Hong was just an ordinary clansman; while his public resources were the same as Yu Xiaogang's, the private resources they possessed were worlds apart.

On the high platform of the arena, all the high-ranking members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family had taken their seats.

Yu Yuanzhen sat in the center, a faint smile on his face, looking as though victory was already in his grasp.

"Clan Leader, in today's duel, Xiaogang will surely win!" an elder sitting beside him said with a smile.

"Indeed, with the Clan Leader's meticulous cultivation, how could that Yu Hong possibly be a match?" another elder chimed in.

"Haha, Xiaogang has indeed made great progress these past few years," Yu Yuanzhen nodded with a laugh, his tone filled with confidence.

Yu Xiaogang's level had now reached thirteen.

And what about Yu Hong?

As far as Yu Yuanzhen knew, Yu Hong was only at level eleven.

Thirteen against eleven.

Yu Xiaogang was guaranteed to win this duel.

Yu Luomian sat beside Yu Yuanzhen, listening to the sycophantic words of the elders, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, though he said nothing.

He knew Yu Hong's strength better than anyone.

For these past six years, Yu Hong had been training and cultivating desperately every single day, never once slacking off.

His physical fitness had long since surpassed the limits of an ordinary person.

Even without using his martial soul or spirit skills, Yu Hong could easily defeat Yu Xiaogang.

Not to mention, Yu Hong's martial soul...

Yu Luomian recalled what Yu Hong had told him a few days ago, and a glimmer of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

"Vice Clan Leader, my martial soul is about to hatch."

"On the day of the duel, I will give everyone a huge surprise."

Yu Luomian did not know what Yu Hong's martial soul would look like after it hatched, but he believed it would certainly not disappoint him.

"Big brother, are you really that confident?" Yu Luomian suddenly asked.

Yu Yuanzhen turned his head to look at him and said with a smile, "Of course. Xiaogang is level thirteen now, while Yu Hong is only level eleven. Xiaogang is guaranteed to win this duel."

"Is that so?" Yu Luomian smiled meaningfully. "Then let us wait and see."

Yu Yuanzhen frowned, feeling that Yu Luomian's smile was somewhat strange.

However, he did not dwell on it and refocused his attention on the arena.

Just then, a commotion broke out at the entrance of the arena.

"They're here! They're here!"

"Yu Hong and Young Master Yu Xiaogang have arrived!"

The crowd automatically parted to create a path, and two figures emerged from it.

On the left was Yu Xiaogang.

Six years had passed, and the six-year-old boy from back then had grown into a somewhat sturdy twelve-year-old youth.

On the right was Yu Hong.

Also twelve years old, Yu Hong's temperament was completely different from Yu Xiaogang's.

He stood tall and straight, his face handsome, his gaze steady and sharp.

His entire being exuded a restrained aura, much like a sharp sword hidden within its scabbard; although it had not yet been drawn, anyone could feel its edge.

The two walked to the center of the martial arts arena and stood facing each other.

Yu Xiaogang looked Yu Hong up and down, a mocking smile curling the corners of his lips.

"Yu Hong, it's been six years, and you still look just as pathetic."

Yu Hong gave him a faint glance and said nothing.

"What, no words? Are you scared?" Yu Xiaogang laughed smugly. "It's not too late to kneel and beg for mercy now. I might consider going easy on you so you don't end up too battered."

A ripple of snickers broke out among the surrounding crowd.

"Young Master Xiaogang is truly imposing!"

"Exactly, make that Yu Hong kneel and beg!"

"Haha, look at him, he's probably already scared witless!"

Listening to the surrounding mockery, the corners of Yu Hong's mouth lifted slightly.

"Yu Xiaogang, you talk too much."

"What did you say?!" Yu Xiaogang's expression shifted.

"I said you talk too much," Yu Hong said calmly. "Instead of wasting your breath, you should be thinking about how to lose with a bit of dignity later."

"You!" Yu Xiaogang's face flushed with rage. "Fine, fine! You just wait! I'll have you kneeling on the ground calling me daddy soon enough!"

Yu Hong smiled and said nothing.

On the high platform, Yu Yuanzhen watched the scene with a look of displeasure.

This Yu Hong really has a sharp tongue.

Once Xiaogang beats him into the dirt, we'll see how arrogant he remains.

"Alright, it is time." Yu Yuanzhen stood up and said in a deep voice, "The six-year pact shall be fulfilled today. Yu Hong, Yu Xiaogang, are you both ready?"

"Ready!" Yu Xiaogang shouted.

"Ready," Yu Hong nodded.

"Good." Yu Yuanzhen scanned the arena and announced loudly, "The duel begins!"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Xiaogang immediately released his martial soul.

A flash of purple light streaked by, and Luo Sanpao appeared in front of Yu Xiaogang.

Luo Sanpao looked exactly as it always had, with no difference from before.

"Yu Hong, I am now level thirteen. What do you have to compare with me?" Yu Xiaogang said triumphantly.

A wave of discussion rippled through the crowd once more.

"Young Master Xiaogang is truly impressive!"

"That Yu Hong is finished; he's only level eleven."

"There's no suspense left in this match."

Yu Hong watched Yu Xiaogang and his martial soul, the smile on his lips deepening.

"Yu Xiaogang, your martial soul... is still just as ugly."

"What did you say?!" Yu Xiaogang stomped his feet in anger. "Luo Sanpao isn't ugly! It is the strongest martial soul!"

"Is that so?" Yu Hong shook his head gently. "Then let me show you what true power is."

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward.

The next moment, he spoke, his voice not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

"My pride, my soul!"

Yu Xiaogang froze, not understanding what Yu Hong was talking about.

The surrounding crowd also fell silent, watching Yu Hong with curiosity.

Even the higher-ups of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon watched Yu Hong with interest, wanting to see what he intended to do.