Victory (Join the Fan Group in the Introduction)

"What trash. And he's supposed to be the inheritor of the Golden Dragon King bloodline? He can't even compare to a single finger of my Fangyuan's."

Gu Yuena looked at Tang Wulin, who had been sent flying out of the arena, with utter disdain.

"Mother, hold those two off for one or two minutes. I need to recover some Soul Power."

Fangyuan transmitted with his spiritual power.

A flash of green light.

The Titan Giant Ape's enormous, imposing beast body instantly contracted, and in the blink of an eye, he had reverted to the appearance of a six-year-old child.

Maintaining a high-level Soul Beast transformation for several consecutive minutes had drained him enormously at his current stage.

Having returned to human form, Fangyuan's face was slightly pale, and his aura had weakened somewhat.

"No problem," Gu Yuena answered readily.

Silver light flashed in her palm as she gripped the Silver Dragon Spear.

Her figure darted out once more, the spearpoint sharp and fierce as it drove straight toward Wang Jinxi.

When Wang Jinxi saw Fangyuan return to human form.

The heart he had been holding in his throat finally settled, and his tense expression immediately relaxed.

Both he and Zhang Yangzi were genuine two-ringed Soul Grandmasters.

From the very beginning, they had intended to fight a battle of attrition.

No matter how monstrous the other side's talent was, he was ultimately only a one-ringed Soul Master who had just formed his ring.

That Soul Beast transformation looked intimidating, but his Soul Power definitely could not sustain a prolonged fight.

Eight minutes—just eight minutes—and the other party had been forced to dismiss his strongest form.

Sure enough, they had gambled correctly on a battle of attrition.

"Zhang Yangzi, I'll hold Gu Yue off. Take the chance to deal with Guyue Fangyuan!" Wang Jinxi shouted.

"No problem!"

Zhang Yangzi's wings beat fiercely. Two yellow Soul Rings lit up beneath his feet in succession as a gale wrapped around shadows.

He became a streak of darkness and charged at Fangyuan, whose Soul Power was depleted, at full speed.

"Trying to take me down while I'm weakened? Wishful thinking."

Fangyuan remained calm as he raised a hand and retrieved something from his spatial Soul Tool.

A refined longsword for close combat instantly slid free, its cold gleam razor-sharp.

He stood firmly in the center of the arena, lifting the sword tip slightly without the slightest intent to retreat.

"Operating a Soul Tool also consumes Soul Power. You're a Tool Martial Soul Master—don't tell me you know swordsmanship too?"

Zhang Yangzi's face was full of surprise. Deep down, he was extremely wary and did not dare relax in the slightest.

Since the match began, he had never seen Fangyuan reveal even a trace of his second Martial Soul.

There had always been rumors in the academy that this six-year-old possessed a heaven-defying thousand-year first Soul Spirit, though no one knew whether they were true.

Yet Fangyuan's utterly fearless appearance at that moment inexplicably made him uneasy.

"Second Soul Skill—Shadow Clone!"

The second yellow ring lit up, and dense black mist surged forth.

A pitch-black clone identical to Zhang Yangzi separated from his body and lunged at Fangyuan with bone-piercing chill.

This clone possessed fifty percent of the original body's combat strength. Once it closed in, its dark Soul Power would continuously erode the opponent's Soul Power and corrode their meridians, making it exceptionally sinister.

Fangyuan knew the main plot of the original story well, but he could not remember the details of the Soul Skills of such minor side characters.

Seeing the black shadow pounce, he did not hesitate before raising his hand and slashing cleanly across.

Clang—!

The instant the black shadow collided with the blade, it shattered completely, dispersing into countless fragments of black light.

Yet an exceedingly thin strand of cold black qi still slipped into his meridians along the sword, swiftly coursing through his limbs and bones.

Fangyuan's brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of bitterness flashed across his face.

It lasted only an instant.

His primary Martial Soul was the Dark Dragon God, which wielded the purest source of darkness in existence.

Darkness erosion of this level was practically ineffective against him and posed not even the slightest threat.

But this subtle abnormality was still caught by the observant Gu Yuena, who had kept her eyes fixed on him the entire time.

"You actually dared to hurt my little Fangyuan!"

A chill instantly returned to Gu Yuena's eyes as genuine fury completely ignited within her.

The first Soul Ring beneath her feet blazed brightly.

"First Soul Skill—Death Decay!"

With the absolute suppression of the Dragon Clan's top-tier bloodline, coupled with overwhelming combat experience.

Just one or two sweeping spear strikes were enough to forcibly drive back Wang Jinxi, who had activated Bone Soul Transformation and pushed his defenses to the limit. Cracks spread across his bone claws.

Gu Yuena tapped the arena floor with the tip of her foot and soared into the air.

In the blink of an eye, she charged straight toward Zhang Yangzi.

"Mother, don't get worked up. It's only a little corrosion; it's nothing serious."

Fang Yuan hurriedly tried to persuade her through spiritual transmission.

But Gu Yuena, frantic with concern for her child, could not listen to any advice at all.

With a fierce flick of her wrist, the Silver Dragon Spear tore through the air. Carrying terrifying dragon might, it became a dazzling silver streak as it shot straight at Zhang Yangzi!

"So fast!"

Zhang Yangzi's scalp went numb. He spun around sharply, feeling the shadow of death envelop his entire body, and poured all his Soul Power into dodging sideways.

He barely avoided a fatal hit, but the spearhead still pierced straight through the wings on his back!

Pfft!

Bloody feathers scattered as searing pain struck.

Zhang Yangzi let out a scream, lost control of his body, and plummeted straight down from the sky.

Wang Jinxi was startled and immediately abandoned his attack, rushing forward to steadily catch his falling companion.

The two exchanged a glance. Both were in a miserable state, but their eyes held nothing but the resolve to risk everything.

"We have to win!"

"We absolutely can't let down our teacher's expectations!"

"If we lose to a six-year-old, we'll never be able to hold our heads up at the academy again!"

"Use that move! Martial Soul Fusion!"

"Let's gamble on it!"

Their thoughts aligned, and determination rose within them.

Zhang Yangzi's entire body abruptly turned into dense black light, which flowed into Wang Jinxi without reservation.

The wings on Wang Jinxi's back instantly expanded severalfold. His body grew taller, his muscles bulged, and a thick bone tail suddenly burst out from behind his hips, while his left arm completely transformed into a vicious bone dragon claw.

Their two-ring Soul Powers completely merged, their auras surging layer by layer as an overwhelming pressure swept across the entire arena!

The crowd beneath the stage fell silent for an instant before erupting into an uproar.

At the edge of the arena, Musigang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Beside him, Wu Zhangkong stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, though hidden ripples stirred in his eyes.

"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill... Those two children actually managed to make it take shape." Musigang murmured in amazement.

Wu Zhangkong gave a faint nod. "Being pushed into a corner in the finals and revealing their trump card is normal."

On the arena.

Fang Yuan looked at the two whose auras had soared, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Martial Soul Fusion?"

He quietly pondered to himself. If he and Mother were to use Martial Soul Fusion someday, its might would probably be countless times more terrifying.

"Mother, my Soul Power has mostly recovered. I'm going to use my first Martial Soul now," Fang Yuan transmitted.

"Alright." Gu Yuena nodded slightly.

She raised her hand and recalled the Silver Dragon Spear. Its tip scraped across the arena floor, throwing up a string of dazzling sparks as it gathered momentum.

Martial Soul Possession!

First Soul Skill—Dark Night Dragon God Sword.

Jet-black dragon scales rapidly spread up his arm, and the dark-purple thousand-year Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

An incomparably tyrannical dark dragon might swept across the entire arena, making the air throughout the venue seem to freeze.

The teachers and students below the stage completely exploded, discussion erupting at once.

"A purple first Soul Ring?! A thousand-year one?!"

"The ironclad rule in Spirit Master textbooks is that a first Soul Spirit can be no more than a hundred years old! He's directly shattered common sense!"

"Six years old! A top-tier dragon-type Martial Soul! A thousand-year Soul Ring! What kind of monster is he?!"

At the front of the crowd, Musigang froze completely before abruptly rising to his feet.

His gaze was fixed on that purple Soul Ring and the outline of the dragon-shaped Martial Soul. His Adam's apple bobbed, his face full of disbelief.

"That child Fang Yuan... really has a thousand-year Soul Spirit? And a top-tier dragon-type Martial Soul?"

Wu Zhangkong glanced at him from the corner of his eye, a faint hint of teasing in his tone:

"How could you not know? You don't even understand the details of your own student's martial soul, yet you have the nerve to say he's a student you taught?"

Musigang's mouth twitched. He was instantly left speechless, his face full of embarrassment. "..."

Having just completed his martial soul fusion and reached the peak of his momentum, Wang Jinxi—

was ruthlessly suppressed by the sudden, top-tier dragon's might. His entire body stiffened, and his mind shook violently.

This bloodline suppression... actually far surpassed Gu Yuena's!

"Since you've both played all your trump cards, I'll have a proper fight too."

Fang Yuan held the Dragon God Sword but did not attack immediately.

He twisted his wristwatch and transformed into the Titan Giant Ape once more.

The moment the transformation was complete, the Dark Night Dragon God Sword in his hand expanded alongside him, swelling to a massive size. It was gripped in one huge palm, like a mountain bearing down from above, its intimidation overwhelming.

"Little Fang Yuan, don't push yourself so hard. Be careful not to exhaust your Soul Power and pass out." Gu Yuena reminded him helplessly, her tone brimming with indulgence.

"It's rare that I get to fight without holding back. Mom, just let me enjoy myself this once."

"Fine. I really can't do anything about you. You're still just a child, after all." Gu Yuena sighed softly.

Wang Jinxi was completely dumbfounded. His mind had utterly collapsed.

A one-ring Spirit Master!

A one-ring Spirit Master switching between twin martial souls, stacking a soul beast transformation with a top-tier thousand-year soul skill!

This completely overturned everything he had believed about Spirit Masters for over a decade!

Gu Yuena advanced slowly with her spear in hand, its tip sealing off every possible escape route.

Fang Yuan raised the gigantic Dragon God Sword overhead, and the crushing wind pressure completely engulfed Wang Jinxi.

There was no path forward or back. The outcome had already been decided.

"We surrender!"

Wang Jinxi finally broke and shouted his surrender.

"Class Five wins!"

Director Long's booming announcement echoed across the entire arena.