Ye Qing vs. Yu Tianheng, Soul Rings Shock the Entire Crowd

The clouds above the training ground looked as though someone had swept them aside with a hand.

Sunlight crashed straight onto the bluestone slabs, making the scattered gravel gleam with a glaring white light.

Yu Tianheng stood in the center of the field.

The scales on his right arm had all risen, blue-violet arcs of electricity crackling around them.

His breathing was heavy and uneven, and the scorch mark on his chest was still giving off wisps of green smoke.

Yet his eyes remained fixed on Ye Qing like a beast driven to the edge of a cliff.

"Ye Qing."

His voice was hoarse, every word seeming to be forcibly clawed out from the depths of his throat.

"Show me your Martial Soul and Soul Rings!"

Ye Qing tilted his head, the smile on his lips looking thoroughly punchable. "Are you sure?"

"Show them!"

"Fine."

Ye Qing raised his right hand.

The Chaos Green Lotus bloomed in his palm, its fifty-four petals gleaming with a deep, chaotic sheen beneath the sunlight.

Then, three Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

Purple, purple, purple!

Ye Qing did not reveal his fourth and fifth ten-thousand-year Soul Rings. They would have been far too terrifying.

Of course, three purple rings were shocking enough.

The air above the training ground seemed to be sucked away in an instant.

"Gasp!!!"

Yu Feng's mouth formed a perfect circle, his jaw nearly dropping onto his chest. "Am I seeing things?"

"Three Thousand-Year Soul Rings?"

"His first and second Soul Rings are Thousand-Year ones?!"

A visible crack finally appeared on Osler's perpetually cold face. "...Impossible."

The Shi Mo brothers rubbed their eyes at the same time, their movements so synchronized that they looked like mirror images.

Shi Mo opened his mouth, but only managed one word. "This..."

Shi Mo finished it for him. "...Is this reasonable?"

Ye Lingling gently covered her mouth, obvious shock flashing through her blue eyes.

She lowered her voice and asked Dugu Yan, "Yanzi, are those Soul Rings real?"

"Of course."

Dugu Yan crossed her arms, a proud curve on her lips that she simply could not suppress.

"My grandfather personally hunted those Soul Rings for him."

Dugu Yan blinked, her face plainly declaring, "My taste really is this good."

Qin Ming stood at the edge of the field and silently adjusted his glasses.

The pupils behind the lenses had already shrunk to the size of needlepoints.

Three purple Soul Rings!

Forty-rank Soul Power!

He had seen quite a few geniuses over the years as a teacher.

But he had never seen a genius whose first Soul Ring began at the Thousand-Year level.

Your Excellency Dugu Bo, just what kind of monster was this young man you recommended...?

"All Thousand-Year Soul Rings?!"

Yu Tianheng stared fixedly at the three purple Soul Rings, a trace of tremor appearing in his voice for the first time.

He could not understand it!

He was the young clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, praised as a genius, yet even his first Soul Ring had only been a hundred-year one.

But this brat, who had appeared from who knew where, possessed three Thousand-Year Soul Rings.

"Who... are you?"

His voice was dry, like sandpaper scraping across an iron plate.

"I already told you. Yanzi's future husband."

Ye Qing's tone was casual. "So, are you still going to fight?"

Yu Tianheng did not answer.

His actions gave the answer instead.

After activating Martial Soul Possession, his right arm transformed into a dragon claw covered in blue scales.

This was the foundation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's strength: the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique.

It could be regarded as a localized Martial Soul Avatar that also provided amplification.

Yu Tianheng's dragon claw suddenly clenched, five claw tips tearing through the air with a shrill whistle.

His entire body became like an enraged thunder beast.

With a stomp of his foot,

the bluestone slabs exploded,

and Yu Tianheng transformed into a streak of blue lightning as he charged straight at Ye Qing.

"Thunder Dragon Claw!"

His first Soul Ring lit up.

His transformed right claw carried violent lightning.

Three claw shadows tore through the air in a triangular formation, aiming directly for Ye Qing's face.

He put all his strength into this strike.

There was no holding back, no probing,

only the most primal instinct to attack.

Ye Qing did not dodge.

He let the first claw shadow pass,

twisted aside to evade the second,

then raised his right arm and forcefully blocked the third dragon claw with his forearm.

"Bang!"

The sound of flesh striking flesh exploded across the training ground.

The bluestone slabs beneath Ye Qing's feet cracked inch by inch, spiderweb-like fissures spreading in every direction.

Yet he did not budge in the slightest. He did not even furrow his brow.

"Not bad strength."

Ye Qing gave his assessment. "Your aim could use some work, though."

Yu Tianheng's pupils abruptly constricted.

The other party had blocked it with just his forearm? And without even using a Soul Skill?

How powerful was his body?

"It's not over yet!"

His second Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

"Thunderbolt!"

Dozens of blue-violet lightning shockwaves exploded from around his body, pouring toward Ye Qing in a fan-shaped barrage.

At this distance, with this range, he refused to believe the other party could still dodge.

Ye Qing indeed did not dodge.

"Green Lotus Three Profound Transformations."

Three cyan halos wrapped around his body at once.

The three halos sank into his brow, and the Green Lotus Seal emerged.

A faint cyan glow filled his eyes.

His aura suddenly surged!

Chaos Green Flame covered his entire body like armor, the cyan flames dancing and burning beneath the sunlight.

The gravel beneath his feet was blasted away in every direction by the pressure wave.

All attributes increased by ninety percent.

Then he charged directly into the dozens of lightning bolts from Thunderbolt.

Chaos Green Flame condensed into a thin, gauze-like barrier before him.

The forces of extreme cold and extreme heat intertwined into an impassable line of defense.

Thunderbolt's lightning struck that thin veil like pebbles tossed into a lake, creating only a few ripples before being completely devoured.

The next second,

Ye Qing had already appeared before Yu Tianheng.

He was so fast that everyone at the edge of the field saw only a cyan afterimage.

He raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and threw a punch.

The movement was as simple as a basic training-room technique, without the slightest flourish.

His fist smashed into Yu Tianheng's crossed, transformed arms.

"Boom!"

Yu Tianheng was sent flying backward.

His feet plowed two long trenches through the ground, scattering gravel everywhere.

He barely managed to steady himself.

Several fine cracks appeared in the scales covering his transformed right arm, and blood seeped from the web between his thumb and forefinger.

"How is this possible—"

Before his voice could even fall, Ye Qing had arrived again.

Another punch.

Yu Tianheng raised his arm to block. Dragon claw and bare fist collided with a thunderous boom.

Two more scales on his right arm shattered, and the impact forced him back three steps.

Yu Feng's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched from the side. "Damn, how is this guy stronger than the captain?!"

"He probably used a Soul Skill to amplify his strength."

Even so, Osler's voice carried a shock that he himself did not notice.

The Shi Mo brothers swallowed at the same time, even their swallowing rhythm identical.

The curve of Dugu Yan's lips was nearly reaching the sky. She turned to Ye Lingling and said, "Well? My taste isn't bad, right?"

Ye Lingling nodded gently.

"He's very strong. Stronger than anyone his age in the academy." Her voice remained gentle, but there was an added note of gravity in her tone.

The moment Ye Qing revealed three Thousand-Year Soul Rings, everyone had already known he was no ordinary person.

Now that they had seen it for themselves, he truly was extraordinary.