The Showdown, I Am Yu Tianlong

Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect furrowed his brows and clenched his fists, only to helplessly unclench them a moment later.

As a Support-type Spirit Master, he was utterly incapable of confronting Yu Xiaogang head-on. As for the disciples of the other sects, not a single soul dared to respond.

Watching the silence that had fallen over the entire arena, the smile on the corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth grew increasingly pronounced.

This feeling was simply magnificent. He was the protagonist of this stage, the focal point of everyone's attention, an invincible king.

However, just as he prepared to bask in the cheers of victory, a calm voice shattered the silence of the arena.

"I would like to test the prowess of the True Dragon of the Yu Family."

The voice was not loud, yet it rang out clearly across the entire venue. Everyone was stunned, turning their heads one after another to look toward the source of the sound. From the ranks of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a youth wearing a bronze mask slowly stepped out.

His pace was steady and firm, as if every step had been precisely calculated. His gaze was as calm as still water, showing not a hint of nervousness or fear.

It was Yu Tianlong.

The entire arena erupted in an uproar.

"That rogue cultivator? Has he lost his mind?"

"He did perform well earlier, but that's Yu Xiaogang! Even Tang Xiao was defeated; isn't he just walking to his death by going up there?"

"His courage is commendable, but the gap in strength is right there. I doubt he can even take a single blow."

"Does this guy have something wrong with his brain?"

Ning Fengzhi was also stunned, then hurriedly grabbed Yu Tianlong's sleeve, lowering his voice to speak urgently:

"Brother Tianlong, have you lost your mind? You saw Yu Xiaogang's strength yourself; even Tang Xiao was defeated! If you go up there now, aren't you just asking for humiliation? I know you are capable, but Yu Xiaogang is truly too strong. There is no need for you to be reckless at a time like this!"

Yu Tianlong stopped in his tracks, looked back at Ning Fengzhi, and a soft chuckle emanated from beneath his mask: "Brother Ning, do you trust me?"

Ning Fengzhi was taken aback: "I..."

"If you trust me, then just watch." Yu Tianlong gently pulled his hand away, turned, and continued walking toward the arena.

Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

He watched Yu Tianlong's straight back, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart—perhaps, could he really create a miracle?

On the arena, Yu Xiaogang watched the youth in the bronze mask step onto the stage. He was slightly startled at first, then grinned, revealing a set of white teeth:

"Interesting. You are the first person today to actively challenge me. Your courage is commendable."

"Courage is not the word; I simply wish to see just how strong the legendary True Dragon of the Yu Family truly is." Yu Tianlong stood still, facing Yu Xiaogang from a distance, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

"You will see." A cruel smile hooked the corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth. "However, fists and kicks have no eyes. If I happen to hurt you, don't blame me."

"Rest assured, I won't blame you," Yu Tianlong said indifferently. "Because you cannot hurt me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the arena erupted once more.

"This guy has a huge mouth!"

"Who does he think he is? Even Tang Xiao was defeated; what right does he have to be this arrogant?"

"I think he doesn't know how to spell the word 'death'!"

Yu Xiaogang's smile also turned cold, a flash of anger crossing his eyes: "I hope your strength is as impressive as your tongue."

"Yu Xiaogang, it's been years. You've really made some progress... have you become this arrogant?"

Yu Tianlong suddenly remarked.

Yu Xiaogang froze instantly.

"What do you mean? Who are you?"

He felt a flicker of panic. This young man before him actually knew him, yet he had no impression of him at all, and the other party always gave him a sense of revulsion.

Yu Tianlong did not answer his question. He simply slowly withdrew his hand, and then, under the shocked gaze of the entire audience, he raised his left hand and gently removed the bronze mask from his face.

Beneath the mask was a young, handsome face. Short blue hair, deep eyes, and a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.

When Yu Xiaogang saw that face clearly, his pupils contracted violently, and his body stiffened in place as if struck by lightning.

His lips trembled, but he could not make a sound. It was only after a long while that he squeezed a few words from his throat, his voice hoarse and shaking: "Yu... Tian... Long..."

"Long time no see, cousin." Yu Tianlong smiled slightly, a smile that carried five parts coldness, three parts mockery, and two parts killing intent. "Five years. Have you been well?"

The moment Yu Tianlong removed his mask, Yu Xiaogang's complexion turned as pale as paper.

His pupils constricted violently, and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he were witnessing the most impossible sight in the world.

Impossible... absolutely impossible... That person was clearly dead... died in the Star Dou Forest Core Area... with no remains left... How could he still be alive... How could he be standing here...

"You... are you human or ghost?" Yu Xiaogang's voice was hoarse, carrying a trace of unconcealable fear.

Yu Tianlong smiled faintly, a smile that appeared particularly piercing under the sunlight: "Five years have passed, and you can't even recognize my voice, cousin? Or is it that you have a guilty conscience and dare not acknowledge me?"

The conversation between the two, amplified by their Soul Power, spread clearly across the entire arena. In the spectator stands, everyone was stunned, and then erupted into even more intense discussion.

"Cousin? This Yu Tianlong called Yu Xiaogang 'cousin'?"

"Could he really be a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Why have I never heard of him?"

"Yu Tianlong... this name... I seem to have some impression of it..."

"I remember now! About six or seven years ago, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan did indeed produce a genius also named Yu Tianlong! At the time, he also possessed Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls, and was hailed as the True Dragon of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"Yes, yes! I heard about that too! But later, for some reason, he suddenly vanished without a trace, and then Yu Xiaogang burst onto the scene..."

"What on earth is going on? Wasn't it said that Yu Tianlong was a traitor who had been expelled from the clan?"

"Looking at it now, I'm afraid things aren't that simple..."

On the high platform, Yu Yuanzhen's expression turned extremely ugly.

He stared fixedly at the blue-haired youth on the arena, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the armrests with force.

Impossible... absolutely impossible... He had clearly watched with his own eyes as Yu Tianlong fled into the Star Dou Forest Core Area, a place even he dared not venture deep into. How could a child at the end of his rope possibly have survived?

But that face, those eyes, that temperament... they were exactly the same as the Yu Tianlong from five years ago, perhaps even more mature and powerful. He had returned; he had truly returned.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He could not panic, he absolutely must not panic. Even if Yu Tianlong had returned alive, so what?

He was only a thirteen-year-old boy. No matter how good his talent was, how much could he have grown in five years?

Yu Xiaogang was already a level 51 Spirit King, and with the support of the Clan Inherited Spirit Bone, he would absolutely not lose to him.

On the arena, Yu Xiaogang also gradually recovered from his initial shock.

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm, and looked coldly at Yu Tianlong: "I don't know what you're talking about. I did have a cousin named Yu Tianlong, but he died five years ago. You just happen to look like him; you are definitely not him."

"Oh? Is that so?" Yu Tianlong chuckled. He was in no rush to expose him, simply saying slowly, "Then let me ask you a question—where did that Golden Luo Sanpao of yours come from? You should know very well what it looked like originally, shouldn't you?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed once again.

"Your Luo Sanpao was originally just an ordinary pale-gold Luo Sanpao, as timid as a mouse, not even daring to face a century-old spirit beast. But ever since it devoured a drop of blood from my Golden Luo San Pao, it changed. It became stronger and fiercer, eventually evolving into the Golden Sacred Dragon it is today."

Yu Tianlong's voice was not loud, but every word was clear, striking Yu Xiaogang's heart like a heavy hammer, "Am I right, cousin?"