Draining Yu Tianheng Dry, Not a Drop Left

Yu Tianheng suddenly looked up. At some point, a dark cloud covering nearly half the Soul Fighting Arena had appeared, hanging above his head like the Sword of Damocles.

Silver lightning writhed and surged within the dark cloud, radiating an aura of destruction, as though heavenly punishment had descended upon the mortal world to judge all evil!

Yu Tianheng's eyes widened as he stared at Meng Chen in shock.

The Thunder Hell Vine swayed around him like an ancient priest, communicating with the lightning between heaven and earth, gathering clouds into tribulation and unleashing thunder punishment that shook the world!

Seeing this, Yu Tianheng was utterly baffled. "How did you release that soul skill so quickly?"

He had heard Dugu Yan mention Meng Chen's soul skills.

He had assumed that a soul skill capable of changing the weather and summoning thunderclouds would require a lengthy buildup.

Only six or seven seconds had passed since the start! Yet it had already been set up!

Meng Chen did not answer Yu Tianheng's question. He merely raised his right hand, extended a finger toward him, and teased:

"I heard that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Masters have extremely high lightning resistance and can even absorb lightning power for their own use. I wonder how many of my lightning strikes you can take?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Chen pointed downward!

Crackle!

Dark clouds rolled as silver light flashed.

A bolt of silver lightning, like a spear of heavenly punishment, shot down from the thunderclouds—straight and sharp—fiercely stabbing toward Yu Tianheng. It tore through the air with a piercing shriek.

Many students watching the battle felt pain in their ears and instinctively covered them.

Looking at the lightning spear rushing toward him, Yu Tianheng burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Meng Chen, since you know that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Masters can absorb lightning power for our own use, you still dare attack me with lightning? Are you an idiot?"

Lightning flickered as Yu Tianheng's third Soul Ring suddenly lit up!

Third Soul Skill: Thunderous Fury!

In an instant, the lightning around Yu Tianheng became incomparably violent as he entered a berserk state.

Under the enhancement of Thunderous Fury, Yu Tianheng's lightning power increased by one hundred percent and his Soul Power by fifty percent. Unless he stopped it voluntarily, this state would continue until his Soul Power was completely depleted.

"Come on! Let me see just how strong your lightning is!"

Yu Tianheng roared, his hair flying wildly as he swung his dragon claws at the lightning spear, intending to shatter it!

Yet beneath Yu Tianheng's notice, a Thunder Hell Vine silently slithered across the floor of the Soul Fighting Arena toward him like a spirit serpent.

Those involved could not see clearly, but onlookers could.

Yu Feng noticed the hidden movement and hurriedly warned Yu Tianheng.

"Tianheng, watch your feet!"

Yu Tianheng's concentration was abruptly disrupted. He instinctively lowered his head, only to find the Thunder Hell Vine already within arm's reach.

"When did that happen?" Yu Tianheng was stunned. How had he failed to notice it at all?

It was already too late for him to dodge. The Thunder Hell Vine wrapped around his lower body in an instant, faster than he could react, leaving him unable to break free.

The lightning spear was also right before him. Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth, gathered all his strength, and fiercely swung his dragon claws.

"Break!!!"

With a bang, he forcibly shattered the lightning spear, but a small hole was also pierced through his dragon claw. Blood seeped from it, staining the dragon scales red.

The sharp pain of his pierced palm caused Yu Tianheng's expression to change slightly, pain surfacing between his brows.

Ignoring the pain in his dragon claw, he continued attacking the Thunder Hell Vine. Yet it showed no sign of damage; instead, it only tightened further.

"It's over."

It was not Meng Chen who spoke, but Ye Lingling in the spectator stands.

Dugu Yan, Osler, and the others turned to Ye Lingling in confusion.

He was only entangled. Wouldn't breaking free be enough? How was it already over?

Others did not understand the terror of the Thunder Hell Vine, but Ye Lingling knew it all too well.

For generations, the Ye Family had studied the plants of the Douluo Continent, hoping to make up for the shortcomings of the Nine-Hearted Begonia.

More than a hundred years ago, one of the Ye Family's ancestors had encountered a Thunder Hell Vine in a dangerous Thunder Pool. He had personally witnessed it being born amid lightning, powerful beyond measure.

That ancestor had later searched through countless ancient texts after returning home before learning its true name and terror.

Ye Lingling had not expected that a Thunder Hell Vine Soul Master still existed in this world—and that this Soul Master had nearly become her adopted younger brother.

Looking at Meng Chen, who stood calmly on the Soul Fighting Arena, Ye Lingling recalled her mother's instructions, and a strange glint appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Meng Chen, do you think this is enough to trap me? Thunderous Might!"

Yu Tianheng unleashed his second soul skill again. Violent lightning surged like a tidal wave, crackling and flashing as it sought to destroy the Thunder Hell Vine binding him.

Yet the Thunder Hell Vine showed no sign of shattering. Instead, it constricted even more tightly.

Moreover, Yu Tianheng could feel his Soul Power draining at a terrifying rate, far faster than when he normally used soul skills. It was as though something was devouring his Soul Power!

Watching the lightning he had released grow thinner and weaker, Yu Tianheng immediately realized a horrifying fact.

He abruptly looked at Meng Chen, who was strolling toward him, and demanded in disbelief, "Meng Chen, your Martial Soul is absorbing my lightning power! How is that possible?!"

The spectators were stunned upon hearing this.

Absorbing the lightning power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon? Was that even possible? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was the number one beast Martial Soul in the world!

Its lightning was not something just any Martial Soul could withstand. Was he not afraid his Martial Soul would explode?

Only then did Dugu Yan and the others understand why Ye Lingling had said it was over.

As his lightning power continued to drain away, Yu Tianheng could no longer struggle.

His Martial Soul Possession was forcibly released, and the Thunder Hell Vine loosened its hold on him as well.

Thud!

Yu Tianheng collapsed weakly onto the ground, his face pale. He had clearly been drained dry, not a drop left.

After retracting the Thunder Hell Vine, Meng Chen arrived before Yu Tianheng at the same time.

Holding the Thunder Hell Spear, Meng Chen looked down from above at this direct disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the top student of Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

"Looks like the world's number one beast Martial Soul is nothing special after all. What a disappointment."

Meng Chen shook his head regretfully.

From beginning to end, the Soul Fighting match had not even lasted half a minute. He had not even used thirty percent of his strength.

He had thought Yu Tianheng would last a little longer. Who would have thought he was only this much?

In truth, whether Yu Feng had warned him or not, even if Yu Tianheng had not been distracted, it would not have changed his fate.

Either he would be bound by the Thunder Hell Vine and drained of his lightning power, or he would be struck black by the lightning of Thunder Prison Heavenly Punishment.

The Thunder Hell Vine's lightning was ultimate lightning. How could Yu Tianheng possibly withstand it?

That lightning spear had merely been a small test. Meng Chen had not used much Soul Power, or else a pierced palm would have been the least of Yu Tianheng's problems.

More importantly, Meng Chen was afraid that if he used too much Soul Power, he might kill Yu Tianheng with a single bolt of lightning. That would be a bit troublesome.

Yu Tianheng struggled to raise his head and looked up at Meng Chen.

He had actually lost—and so utterly badly!

He had used all three soul skills, yet he had not even touched a single strand of Meng Chen's hair.

An immense sense of defeat welled up in Yu Tianheng's heart, but he was also deeply unwilling to accept it.

He was a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, its future heir, yet he had lost just like that!

If his grandfather learned of this, what would he think of him?

"What? Can't accept defeat?" Meng Chen crouched down, a teasing smile on his face.

Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth. "I can accept it!"