The Proud Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Never Looks Up at People

Yu Feng's body had not even climbed back up from below the stage when the referee's voice rang out again.

But this time, the referee clearly paused.

His expression looked exactly like he had received an urgent notice from above.

First he froze for half a beat, then he raised his voice and shouted:

"Next match—Yu Tianheng versus Green Phoenix!"

The entire venue exploded.

Feng Yun, who had only just stepped down from the stage, froze too.

What was going on?

Back-to-back matches?

He had only just beaten Yu Feng, and before his seat was even warm, another one from the other side was coming?

And... Yu Tianheng?

Wasn't he the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team?

Good grief. He had only just beaten the underling, and now the big brother had come to reclaim face?

That was pretty efficient.

"Yun'er, do you know this person?"

Yun Yun's voice sounded by his ear.

She had noticed the change in Feng Yun's expression when he heard Yu Tianheng's name.

Feng Yun nodded and lowered his voice. "Yu Tianheng. He's on the same team as that Yu Feng just now—the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team."

"You just defeated his teammate. This probably isn't a coincidence."

Yun Yun's tone grew slightly more solemn. "Better be careful."

"Yeah."

Feng Yun agreed deeply.

Besides, he knew the other party's martial soul was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Just the weight behind those five words—number one beast martial soul on the continent—was enough for him to take this seriously.

At the same time.

In the passage leading to the spirit fighting stage.

Yu Tianheng was walking at an unhurried pace, his steps composed, his bearing steady.

Coming toward him was Yu Feng, who was trudging back with his head hanging.

Yu Feng's hair was disheveled, a large section of his clothes had been sliced apart, and his face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

When he saw Yu Tianheng, his steps halted, and he pressed his lips together.

"Captain... be careful."

"That Green Phoenix... he's very strong."

His voice was strained. Saying those words had clearly taken quite a bit of mental preparation.

Yu Tianheng glanced at him. He did not mock him, only smiled faintly.

"Don't worry."

"The one who wins will only be me."

His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable certainty.

This was the pride that belonged to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!

Yu Feng opened his mouth.

Seeing Yu Tianheng's familiar, nose-in-the-air manner, he ultimately said nothing more and walked away with his head lowered.

Yu Tianheng withdrew his gaze, his eyes quiet and sharp.

On the spirit fighting stage.

The two stood facing each other.

Yu Tianheng's figure was upright, his gaze cold and arrogant.

Feng Yun could tell that this man was on a completely different level from Yu Feng.

Just standing there, the aura around him was already countless times more domineering than Yu Feng's.

"Green Phoenix."

Yu Tianheng spoke, and the spectator stands naturally fell silent.

"I suggest you use your full strength."

"Otherwise, you'll lose miserably."

His words were polite.

But their meaning was not polite at all.

Feng Yun gripped the Green Phoenix Sword, the corners of his mouth curving beneath the mask.

"You don't know whether it's a mule or a horse until you take it for a run."

"Soul fight—begin!"

The referee had barely finished speaking.

Yu Tianheng was already moving.

His martial soul was released—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!

Fine, snakelike arcs of electricity instantly crawled over his entire body, crackling and popping.

Three soul rings emerged, two yellow and one purple, their light dazzling.

Feng Yun's pupils contracted slightly.

A fairly strong sense of pressure.

It was not just the soul power fluctuation of a Soul Elder, but also the gap in the quality of the martial soul itself.

It was a completely different aura from the likes of Yu Feng.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul carried the unique ferocity and sharpness of the lightning attribute.

This was something Feng Yun had never felt in the more than forty matches he had fought in the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

"Thunder Dragon Claw!"

Yu Tianheng's first soul ring lit up.

His right hand reached forward, and a massive dragon claw condensed from blue-purple arcs of lightning formed out of thin air.

The dragon claw carried blinding lightning as it slammed straight down.

Wherever the dragon claw passed, the air twisted violently, erupting with a teeth-aching crackle.

Feng Yun instantly activated Wind Soaring Step, his figure retreating explosively.

Thunder Dragon Claw smashed into the spot where he had just been standing.

Boom—!

The stone tiles of the soul fighting stage exploded outright, sending shattered rock flying in all directions.

The dragon claw's remaining force did not fade, plowing a three-meter-long charred trench across the ground as the smell of burning filled the air.

"Whoa."

Feng Yun came to a stop several meters away, looking at the trench, unable to keep himself from sucking in a cold breath inwardly.

The power of that claw was fiercer than all of Yu Feng's attacks put together.

So this is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?

As expected of the world's number one beast martial soul. It really is absurdly violent.

But Feng Yun did not hesitate.

He swung his sword backhanded, sending several wind blades sweeping out to seal off Yu Tianheng's pursuit route.

But Yu Tianheng had no intention of dodging at all.

"Bzzzt, bzzzt, bzzzt!"

The snakelike lightning coiling around him surged on its own, and when the wind blades struck the arcs of electricity, they were shredded in an instant.

Then Yu Tianheng stepped forward, his second claw going straight for Feng Yun's chest.

Fast, precise, ruthless.

No unnecessary movements, no flashy footwork.

Every strike was the simplest straight-line attack, aimed directly at a vital point.

This was a true duel between experts.

There was no need for empty flourishes. Every punch and kick was a killing move.

But Feng Yun was no pushover either.

Relying on Wind Soaring Step, he darted and shifted across the soul fighting stage.

The effortless composure he had shown in his battle against Yu Feng had vanished.

In its place was a response with every muscle taut and his mind focused to the extreme.

Yu Tianheng might have been arrogant, but his battle IQ was very high.

After Feng Yun harassed him with wind blades five or six times in a row, he discovered that Yu Tianheng was almost completely unmoved.

His opponent was not passively responding to his rhythm, but actively applying pressure, step by step compressing the space he had to move.

Even worse, Yu Tianheng was still observing as he advanced.

Those eyes were so calm he did not look like someone in the middle of a fight, but more like a hunting beast.

Alarm bells blared in Feng Yun's heart.

He could not keep going on like this, staying passive.

Refined Steel Armor—activate!

Wind-attribute soul power once again turned into invisible armor that covered his entire body.

Instead of retreating, Feng Yun advanced, holding the Green Phoenix Sword horizontally before him as he forcibly took one of Yu Tianheng's Thunder Dragon Claws.

"Bang!"

The two clashed head-on, and the soul arena trembled.

Feng Yun's feet scraped two deep grooves across the ground, and the webbing between his thumb and forefinger went numb.

But he was not blasted away.

This time, it was Yu Tianheng's turn to freeze slightly.

How could he take that?

The power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was among the very peak of all beast martial souls.

A swordsman who had not even lit up a soul ring had actually withstood his Thunder Dragon Claw head-on?

That sheen covering his opponent's body—was it some kind of soul skill that strengthened defense?

What exactly was it?

And there was also Green Phoenix Speed, that absurdly fast movement technique.

As well as those wind blades he could release without needing soul rings.

Yu Tianheng's expression grew grave.

Without revealing his soul rings, Feng Yun's attacks were difficult to predict.

There were too many mysteries about this "Green Phoenix."

Only now did he realize Yu Feng's words had not been false. He was very strong!

Inside the Imperial Fighting Team's lounge, Shi Mo crushed the third peanut in his hand.

"That guy actually took the captain's Thunder Dragon Claw?"

Shi Mo's mouth opened into an O shape. "That's not right, is it?"

Oslo was serious for once, his brows tightly furrowed. "The captain's all-conquering move actually got stopped cold."

Dugu Yan narrowed her eyes as she stared at the stage.

Ye Lingling remained quiet, but she was also watching intently.

But her tea had already gone completely cold, and she had not taken a single sip.

The battle continued.

Yu Tianheng's attack rhythm was seamless, his advances and retreats perfectly measured.

Yet he could not harm Feng Yun in the slightest.

Feng Yun, meanwhile, tried to use wind blades to interrupt his opponent's continuous offensive.

But the amplification from Yu Tianheng's third soul skill, Thunder Fury, made it very difficult for the wind blades to inflict effective damage.

Gale Stab could pierce armor.

But Yu Tianheng's reaction speed was not slow either, and he gave him no opening to charge up a thrust at all.

As for Refined Steel Armor, though it could withstand Thunder Dragon Claw head-on, each direct block consumed a large amount of soul power. It was a losing trade.

That was not even mentioning the power of lightning carried on the dragon claws.

Even through Refined Steel Armor, that numbness was slowly eroding his muscles' reaction speed.

A stalemate.

A complete and utter stalemate.

The audience below had long since gone wild.

"Green Phoenix can actually fight the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team to this extent?"

"That's the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon! The number one beast martial soul under heaven!"

"What kind of monster is Green Phoenix, exactly..."

Cheers, screams, and heated discussion blended together, and the atmosphere in the entire Great Soul Fighting Arena burned to its peak.

On the soul fighting stage.

Yu Tianheng stopped his assault.

He slowly let out a breath.

"You're very strong."

He looked at Feng Yun behind the mask, his tone calm. "Much stronger than I imagined."

"But..."

Before he finished speaking.

A dazzling layer of blue-purple light suddenly erupted over Yu Tianheng's right arm.

Fine scale-like patterns surfaced across his skin. His knuckles lengthened and thickened, and his fingertips turned into sharp dragon claws.

The outline of his arm changed completely.

It was no longer a human arm, but a blue-purple dragon arm covered in dragon scales!

Lightning leaped wildly over the dragon claws, ionizing the air with intense heat and letting out a piercing hum.

This was precisely the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's secret dragon transformation technique—Regional Dragon Transformation!

The Imperial Fighting Team's waiting room fell silent in an instant.

The peanut in Shi Mo's hand dropped.

"The captain... used Dragon Transformation?" His voice tightened.

Dugu Yan's gaze turned grave. "He's really serious now."