Dark clouds had gathered across the sky, though no one knew when they had appeared.
A gale sprang up, setting the flags around the Martial Arts Arena snapping and flapping.
"Appear—"
Yu Hong's voice rose sharply, brilliant light bursting from his eyes.
"Blue-Eyes White Dragon!!!"
"Rumble—"
A thunderclap that shook the heavens and earth exploded across the sky.
Immediately afterward, a thick pillar of white light descended from above and fell straight onto Yu Hong.
"W-what's going on?!"
"Oh my god, what happened?!"
"Look up!"
Everyone looked up at the sky in terror. Then they saw a sight they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
Amid the churning dark clouds, a massive figure was slowly taking shape.
It was a dragon.
A giant dragon, its entire body snow-white and radiating a sacred light.
Its body was long and graceful. Each scale was like the finest white jade, shimmering brilliantly in the light.
Its wings spread wide, blotting out the sky and sun, as if they could cover the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
The instant its eyes opened, an invisible pressure descended from above and enveloped the entire Martial Arts Arena.
"A d-dragon...!"
"It's a dragon! A real dragon!"
"Oh my god, what kind of Martial Soul is this?!"
Everyone was stunned by the sight. Some were so frightened they collapsed right onto the ground.
On the raised platform, Yu Yuanzhen shot to his feet, his face filled with disbelief.
"Th-this is impossible!"
His voice was trembling.
Hadn't Yu Hong's Martial Soul been an egg?
How had it turned into a dragon?!
And such a powerful, imposing dragon!
The elders who had been busy showering him with flattery were now gaping in stunned silence, unable to utter a word.
Yu Luomian stared at the white dragon in the sky, shock and elation filling his eyes.
"So this is Yu Hong's Martial Soul..." he murmured. "Blue-Eyes White Dragon..."
At the center of the Martial Arts Arena, Yu Xiaogang was completely dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the enormous white dragon in the sky, frozen in place as if someone had turned him to stone.
"N-no... impossible..."
His voice trembled, his face pale as paper.
"This is impossible!!!"
Yu Xiaogang let out a shrill, hysterical scream, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness to accept reality.
He couldn't accept this.
How could Yu Hong's Martial Soul be a dragon?!
And such a powerful dragon!
Compared to this dragon, what was his Luo Sanpao?
Worse than a pile of shit!
"Yu Xiaogang."
Yu Hong's voice rang out, calm and indifferent.
Yu Xiaogang shuddered all over and mechanically turned to look at Yu Hong.
Yu Hong stood where he was, the sky-obscuring white dragon behind him. He seemed to have become one with heaven and earth, radiating a light too dazzling to look at.
"What was it you said just now?" Yu Hong's lips curved slightly. "That I should kneel and beg for mercy?"
Yu Xiaogang's lips quivered. He couldn't say a word.
"Now it's your turn."
Yu Hong raised his hand and pointed at Yu Xiaogang.
As if sensing its master's will, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon in the sky opened its massive jaws. A dazzling white light gathered inside its mouth.
It was the Blue-Eyes White Dragon's signature attack: Burst Stream of Destruction.
"No!!!"
Yu Xiaogang was scared out of his wits. He turned and tried to run.
But his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, and he couldn't move them at all.
"Stop!"
On the raised platform, Yu Yuanzhen shouted and flashed into the center of the Martial Arts Arena.
He stood in front of Yu Xiaogang and released his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.
A blue dragon apparition appeared behind him, radiating tremendous pressure.
Yu Yuanzhen could clearly feel his Martial Soul being suppressed by this Martial Soul called the Blue-Eyes White Dragon!
How was that possible?!
He was a Titled Douluo!
"Clan Leader, are you going to bully someone younger than you?" Yu Hong said calmly.
Yu Yuanzhen's expression turned terribly grim.
He wanted to say something, but as he looked at the imposing white dragon in the sky, he couldn't get a word out.
"Big brother, this is the six-year duel. You can't interfere." Yu Luomian's voice came from the raised platform, tinged with mockery. "Or do you want the whole clan to see that the esteemed Clan Leader has to interfere in a match between a twelve-year-old child?"
Yu Yuanzhen's face darkened even further.
He took a deep breath, forced down the shock and fury in his heart, and stepped aside.
"Continue," he said through gritted teeth.
Yu Hong nodded and turned back to Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang had collapsed to the ground, trembling all over. His crotch was soaked.
He'd wet himself.
"Yu Xiaogang, do you surrender?" Yu Hong asked.
"I... I..." Yu Xiaogang's teeth chattered. He couldn't get out a single complete sentence.
"I'll ask you one more time. Do you surrender?"
"I... I surrender! I surrender!" Yu Xiaogang cried. "Please, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Yu Hong looked at the pathetic wretch before him, his heart unmoved.
Six years ago, this man had arrogantly said he would make Yu Hong kneel and beg for mercy.
Six years later, the one kneeling and begging for mercy was Yu Xiaogang himself.
"Yu Xiaogang, remember the lesson you learned today," Yu Hong said calmly. "Don't act arrogant in front of me again."
With that, he waved his hand.
The Blue-Eyes White Dragon let out a roar, then turned into a streak of white light and disappeared into Yu Hong's body.
The dark clouds dispersed, and sunlight spilled down once more.
Yet everyone in the Martial Arts Arena remained immersed in the shock of what had just happened, unable to recover for a long time.
"S-so that's Yu Hong's Martial Soul?"
"Too powerful... That white dragon looked like something out of a myth!"
"Yu Hong won! He won!"
A commotion erupted among the crowd.
Everyone was talking about what had just happened, their faces filled with shock and awe.
On the raised platform, Yu Luomian burst into hearty laughter.
"Big brother, did you see that? That's Yu Hong's Martial Soul!" He laughed so hard that tears were nearly streaming down his face. "Your precious son couldn't even withstand a single move from Yu Hong!"
Yu Yuanzhen's face was ashen, and he said nothing.
He stared at the upright figure standing at the center of the Martial Arts Arena, his heart filled with complicated emotions.
Shock, fury, unwillingness... and a trace of fear.
Yu Hong's Martial Soul was a dragon.
And a dragon capable of suppressing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.
What did that mean?
It meant Yu Hong's potential far surpassed anything he had imagined.
If Yu Hong continued to grow, then someday...
Yu Yuanzhen didn't dare think any further.
"The six-year duel goes to Yu Hong!"
Yu Luomian's voice rang across the entire Martial Arts Arena, announcing the result of the match.
The crowd burst into cheers.
Yu Hong stood at the center of the Martial Arts Arena, accepting the crowd's cheers and reverent gazes. His expression remained calm throughout.
He had won the duel.
But this was only the beginning.
His goal had never been to defeat Yu Xiaogang.
He would become the most powerful person on this continent.
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