Too Weak

"The coronation ceremony has ended. You may all leave at your leisure. Any juniors below level forty may also spar with the Young Pavilion Master of Sky Dragon Pavilion. The winner will receive a reward from Sky Dragon Pavilion: one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"

Lin Yu returned to the dragon throne and called out loudly to the guests below.

"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?!"

A heated discussion instantly erupted among the crowd below.

"What if they lose?"

Someone spotted the key issue and asked Lin Yu.

"Lose? Isn't it perfectly normal to lose to our Young Pavilion Master? You don't need to offer anything." The one who spoke was not Lin Yu, but Thunder God Douluo Yu Yuzheng, who sat upon the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon throne like a valkyrie.

"If blades and swords happen to wound you, then you can only blame yourselves for being too weak." Sky Dragon Douluo Hua Zhenglong, seated upon the Sin Dragon throne, spoke as well.

"How arrogant. I'll test him!" Yan, clad in red armor with a head of fiery red hair, spoke as he prepared to leap down from the Spirit Hall seats.

"Wait. Let someone else test his strength first." Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped Yan and looked toward the Wind Sword Sect seats, where people were already itching to make a move.

"I'll test you."

Sure enough, a young man with his eyes covered by white gauze leaped down from the Wind Sword Sect seats.

"Feng Yang, Martial Soul: Wind Sword. Level thirty-five assault-type battle Soul Elder." Feng Yang stood with his hands behind his back, a cyan Wind Sword floating behind him.

"Di Lintian, Martial Soul: Dark Demon Dragon King. Level twenty-eight assault-type battle Soul Grandmaster."

Two purple Soul Rings flashed around Di Lintian. The true form of the Dark Demon Dragon King coiled through the air and released an earth-shaking dragon roar at Feng Yang.

"Level twenty-eight? Didn't Demon Dragon Douluo say that anyone below level forty could challenge him? Isn't this just giving away a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?" Sword Douluo asked Ning Fengzhi in a low voice.

"It isn't that simple, Uncle Sword. Look at his Martial Soul. It isn't an ordinary Dark Demon Dragon—it should be a beneficial mutation. And there were those two purple Soul Rings that flashed by just now." Ning Fengzhi analyzed the situation. "It's a pity Rongrong refused to come no matter what. Otherwise, she could have made a friend."

"Sparring begins!"

"First Soul Skill, Flowing Wind Instant Turn!"

The instant Feng Yang's first yellow Soul Ring lit up, the Wind Sword behind him trembled slightly, and wind blades covered its entire blade.

The moment the sword shot forth, a cyan flash too fast for the naked eye to catch swept across the arena, stabbing straight for Di Lintian's throat.

Di Lintian merely watched quietly. Only when that cyan flash closed in did he casually raise his dragon-scaled right hand and accurately seize the Wind Sword.

Darkness and annihilation spread from his dragon claw across the entire sword.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of corroding metal came from the Wind Sword. Feng Yang tried to pull it back, only to find that it was stuck as if embedded in an unyielding rock wall.

Di Lintian lightly twisted his wrist.

"Crack."

The blade was forcibly bent into an arc by Di Lintian. The sound of bones cracking came from Feng Yang's wrist. He could no longer hold onto the hilt and was flung away, crashing heavily onto the ground.

An instant defeat!

The battle had already been decided before the watching guests could even react to Feng Yang's sword strike.

"Your speed isn't bad, but you're just too weak. I suggest becoming an agility-type Soul Master." Di Lintian had actually wanted to ask how Feng Yang could see clearly with his eyes covered, but this did not seem like the right occasion. He would wait until he met someone from the Wind Sword Sect in private.

"Next!"

Di Lintian turned his gaze toward the Spirit Hall seats. "Isn't your so-called Bronze Generation coming up?"

"Damn it, it should be my turn now, right?" Yan had learned his lesson this time and did not jump down directly, lest Chrysanthemum Douluo pull him back midair.

"Go ahead." Chrysanthemum Douluo looked around. Only after seeing that no one else intended to challenge Di Lintian did he nod at Yan.

Yan flipped through the air and leaped directly from the seats onto the Soul Fighting Arena. "Yan, level thirty-two assault-type battle Soul Elder. Martial Soul: Flame Lord."

"Sparring begins!"

Di Lintian launched the first attack, his body turning into a streak of black light as he charged straight at Yan.

"First Soul Skill, Dark Prison Roar!"

The first purple Soul Ring around Di Lintian flashed. The true form of the Dark Demon Dragon King behind him let out a roar, instantly increasing his attack power and speed by one hundred percent.

Yan neither dodged nor retreated. The first Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up as well.

"First Soul Skill, Hell Magma Rush!"

Scorching magma, wrapped in earthen yellow Soul Power, collided fiercely with Di Lintian's dragon claw.

"Sizzle—"

Di Lintian clenched his dragon claw, instantly crushing Yan's first Soul Skill. Magma splashed everywhere, hissing as it landed on the white jade floor.

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!"

The instant his first Soul Skill was crushed, Yan activated his second. Earthen yellow Soul Power gathered around his right fist as he punched fiercely at Di Lintian's dragon claw.

"Bang—!"

Fist and claw collided with a sound like a heavy object slamming into the ground.

"How is this possible?"

Yan stared wide-eyed in disbelief. The arm that had collided with Di Lintian's dragon claw had completely lost all feeling.

In the instant he froze, Di Lintian had already lifted him high into the air and hurled him backward.

"Too weak."

Di Lintian shook his head expressionlessly.

"Damn it! Third Soul Skill, Hellfire!"

Yan struggled to rise from the ground, then slammed his only still-responsive palm against the floor. Scorching flames erupted beneath Di Lintian's feet and instantly engulfed him.

The once-smooth floor was burned black, forming a sea of flames.

"Turn to ash!"

Yan threw back his head and laughed, believing Di Lintian had already been burned away by his sea of fire.

"What an idiot," Ghost Douluo said speechlessly.

Di Lintian walked out of the sea of flames toward Yan as though nothing was there. The blazing inferno did not even ignite his Black Gold Dragon Robe.

"A sea of fire? Then I'll use this move to finish you." A layer of flame instantly ignited over Di Lintian's dragon claw. Though it had not yet reached the realm of Ultimate Fire, it came infinitely close.

His dragon claw clenched into a fist and smashed viciously toward Yan, who was still laughing loudly where he stood.

"Stop fucking laughing and dodge!"

Seeing Di Lintian's fist about to strike Yan while he was still laughing like an idiot, Ghost Douluo finally could not help but warn him.

Chrysanthemum Douluo had already completed Martial Soul Possession, preparing to forcibly save Yan.

"What is Elder Chrysanthemum doing?"

Lin Yu remained seated on the dragon throne without making a single move, yet Chrysanthemum Douluo felt overwhelming pressure descend upon him, forcing him to cancel his Martial Soul Possession.

"Pavilion Master Lin, this is only a sparring match after all," Chrysanthemum Douluo said anxiously.

"Lintian knows his limits. Sit down!" The pressure of his Soul Power suddenly increased, and Chrysanthemum Douluo had no choice but to sit back down.

Having heard Ghost Douluo's warning, Yan finally came to his senses—why had the referee still not declared the match over after so long?

At that moment, he seemed to see a figure charging at him through the sea of flames.

The next moment, Di Lintian leaped high into the air, his fist blazing with crimson flames as it smashed heavily into Yan's face.

"Aah—!"

That punch sent Yan flying brutally away, and he crashed down at the edge of the White Jade Plaza.

"This child possesses extraordinary talent. His future is limitless. Rongrong should get to know him." Ning Fengzhi picked up the teacup beside him and took a light sip.

"No wonder Sky Dragon Pavilion dared to wager a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone. A Soul Grandmaster was able to defeat a Soul Elder genius painstakingly trained by Spirit Hall. His future truly is limitless."

Sword Douluo nodded slightly, agreeing with Ning Fengzhi's words.