Appear! Blue-Eyes White Dragon!

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, though no one knew when they had arrived.

A fierce wind suddenly whipped up, causing the flags surrounding the martial arts arena to snap and flutter violently.

"Appear—"

Yu Hong's voice rose sharply, his eyes erupting with a brilliant radiance.

"Blue-Eyes White Dragon!!!"

"Rumble—"

A heaven-shaking thunderclap exploded across the sky.

Immediately following, a thick pillar of white light descended from the heavens, striking Yu Hong directly.

"W-what is happening?!"

"Heavens, what is going on?!"

"Look at the sky!"

Everyone looked up in terror, and then, they witnessed a sight they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Amidst the churning dark clouds, a massive figure was slowly taking shape.

It was a dragon.

A giant dragon, snow-white from head to tail, radiating a divine light.

Its body was long and graceful, each scale resembling the finest white jade, shimmering with a dazzling luster in the light.

Its wings unfurled, blotting out the sun as if they could cover the entire Blue-Eyes White Dragon Family.

The moment its eyes opened, an invisible pressure descended from the sky, shrouding the entire martial arts arena.

"A... a dragon!"

"It's a dragon! A true dragon!"

"Good heavens, what kind of martial soul is this?!"

Everyone was stunned by the scene, some even collapsing to the ground in fright.

On the high platform, Yu Yuanzhen stood up abruptly, his face filled with disbelief.

"This, this is impossible!"

His voice was trembling.

Wasn't Yu Hong's martial soul just an egg?

How could it have turned into a dragon?!

And such a powerful, majestic dragon at that!

The elders who had been fawning over him just moments ago were now dumbstruck, unable to utter a single word.

Yu Luomian gazed at the white dragon in the sky, his eyes filled with shock and wild joy.

"So this is Yu Hong's martial soul..." he muttered to himself, "Blue-Eyes White Dragon..."

In the center of the arena, Yu Xiaogang was completely stupefied.

He stared blankly at the massive white dragon in the sky, his entire body frozen as if pinned in place, unable to move.

"No... impossible..."

His voice trembled, his face as pale as paper.

"This is impossible!!!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a hysterical scream, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

He could not accept this reality.

How could Yu Hong's martial soul be a dragon?!

And such a powerful one!

Compared to this dragon, what was his Luo Sanpao?

It wasn't even worth a pile of dung!

"Yu Xiaogang."

Yu Hong's voice rang out, calm and indifferent.

Yu Xiaogang shuddered, mechanically turning his head to look at Yu Hong.

He saw Yu Hong standing where he was, the sky-covering white dragon behind him, his entire being seemingly merged with heaven and earth, radiating a light that made it impossible to look directly at him.

"What was it you said just now?" Yu Hong's lips curled slightly upward, "Telling me to kneel and beg for mercy?"

Yu Xiaogang's lips quivered, unable to force out a single word.

"Now, it is your turn."

Yu Hong raised his hand and pointed at Yu Xiaogang.

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon in the sky seemed to sense its master's will, opening its massive maw as a blinding white light coalesced within.

That was the signature attack of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon: the Burst Stream of Destruction.

"No!!!"

Yu Xiaogang was scared out of his wits, turning to flee.

But his legs felt as if they had been filled with lead; he couldn't take a single step.

"Stop!"

On the high platform, Yu Yuanzhen let out a thunderous shout, his figure flickering as he appeared in the center of the martial arts arena.

He stood before Yu Xiaogang, releasing his own martial soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

A phantom of a blue dragon appeared behind him, radiating a powerful pressure.

Yu Yuanzhen clearly sensed that his own martial soul was being suppressed by this martial soul named the Blue-Eyes White Dragon!

How could this be?!

He was a Titled Douluo!

"Clan Leader, are you planning to bully the young with your status?" Yu Hong said indifferently.

Yu Yuanzhen's expression turned incredibly unsightly.

He wanted to say something, but looking at the majestic white dragon in the sky, he couldn't utter a single word.

"Big brother, this is a duel for the six-year pact; you cannot interfere." Yu Luomian's voice drifted down from the high platform, laced with a hint of mockery. "Or are you saying you want the entire clan to see that the dignified Clan Leader would even interfere in a duel involving a twelve-year-old child?"

Yu Yuanzhen's expression darkened even further.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock and anger in his heart, and stepped aside.

"Continue," he said through gritted teeth.

Yu Hong nodded and looked back at Yu Xiaogang.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was slumped on the ground, trembling all over, a wet patch spreading across his crotch.

He had been scared into wetting himself.

"Yu Xiaogang, do you concede?" Yu Hong asked.

"I... I..." Yu Xiaogang's teeth chattered, unable to form a complete sentence.

"I will ask one more time: do you concede?"

"I... I concede! I concede!" Yu Xiaogang cried out. "Please, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Yu Hong looked at the pathetic mess before him, his heart devoid of any ripples.

Six years ago, this guy had arrogantly told him to kneel and beg for mercy.

Six years later, the one kneeling on the ground begging for mercy was him.

"Yu Xiaogang, remember today's lesson," Yu Hong said calmly. "In the future, don't be arrogant in front of me."

With that, he waved his hand.

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon in the sky let out a dragon roar, then transformed into a streak of white light that vanished into Yu Hong's body.

The dark clouds dispersed, and sunlight spilled down once more.

But everyone on the martial arts arena remained immersed in the shock of what had just happened, unable to recover for a long time.

"Is... is this Yu Hong's martial soul?"

"Too strong... that white dragon is practically a creature from myth!"

"Yu Hong won! He won!"

An uproar erupted within the crowd.

Everyone was discussing everything that had just occurred, their faces filled with shock and awe.

On the high platform, Yu Luomian burst into laughter.

"Big brother, did you see that? This is Yu Hong's martial soul!" He laughed until tears almost streamed down his face. "Your precious son couldn't even take a single move from Yu Hong!"

Yu Yuanzhen's face was ashen, and he remained silent.

He watched the upright figure in the center of the arena, his heart filled with complex emotions.

Shock, anger, unwillingness... and a trace of fear.

Yu Hong's martial soul was actually a dragon.

And a dragon capable of suppressing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul at that.

What did this mean?

It meant that Yu Hong's potential far exceeded his imagination.

If Yu Hong were allowed to continue growing, in the future...

Yu Yuanzhen dared not think any further.

"The six-year appointment, Yu Hong wins!"

Yu Luomian's voice resounded throughout the entire martial arts arena, announcing the result of this duel.

A burst of cheers erupted from the crowd.

Yu Hong stood in the center of the arena, accepting the cheers and awe-filled gazes of the crowd, his expression remaining calm throughout.

He had won this duel.

But this was only the beginning.

His goal had never been to defeat Yu Xiaogang.

He wanted to become the strongest existence on this continent.