Yu Tianheng suddenly looked up. At some point, a dark cloud covering nearly half the Soul Fighting Platform had appeared, hanging above his head like the Sword of Damocles.
Silver lightning coursed and churned within the dark cloud, radiating an aura of destruction. It was like heavenly punishment descending upon the world to judge all evil!
Yu Tianheng's eyes widened as he stared at Meng Chen in shock.
The Thunder Hell Vine swayed around Meng Chen like an ancient priest, drawing upon the lightning between heaven and earth, gathering clouds into a tribulation and unleashing thunderous punishment upon the world!
Watching this, Yu Tianheng was utterly bewildered. "How did you cast 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 altering the weather and summoning thunderclouds would require a lengthy preparation.
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, pointed a finger at him, and said teasingly:
"I heard that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Masters have high lightning resistance and can even absorb lightning power for their own use. I wonder how many strikes of my lightning you can take?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Chen pointed downward!
Crackle! Crackle!
Dark clouds rolled overhead, silver light flashing.
A bolt of silver lightning descended from the thundercloud like a spear of heavenly punishment, straight and sharp as it stabbed fiercely toward Yu Tianheng. Even the air was pierced, letting out a shrill scream.
Many of the watching students felt pain in their ears and instinctively covered them.
Seeing the lightning spear hurtling 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? Is something wrong with your brain?!"
Lightning flashed 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, entering a berserk state.
With the enhancement of Thunderous Fury, Yu Tianheng's lightning power increased by one hundred percent and his Soul Power by fifty percent. Unless he ended it voluntarily, this state would last until all his Soul Power was exhausted.
"Come on! Let me see just how powerful your lightning is!"
Yu Tianheng roared, his hair flying wildly as he swung his dragon claw at the lightning spear, intending to shatter it!
However, beneath Yu Tianheng's notice, a Thunder Hell Vine quietly slithered across the floor of the Soul Fighting Platform toward him like a spiritual snake.
Those involved could not see clearly, but onlookers could.
Yu Feng spotted the hidden movement and hurriedly warned Yu Tianheng.
"Brother Tianheng, watch your feet!"
Yu Tianheng's focus was abruptly disrupted. He instinctively lowered his head, only to find the Thunder Hell Vine already within 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. With lightning speed, the Thunder Hell Vine instantly wrapped around his lower body, leaving him unable to break free.
The lightning spear was also right before his eyes. Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth, gathered all his strength, and violently swung his dragon claw.
"Break for me!!!"
With a loud bang, he forcibly shattered the lightning spear. However, his dragon claw was pierced through with a small hole, and blood seeped out, staining the dragon scales red.
The piercing pain in his palm made Yu Tianheng's expression change slightly, pain appearing between his brows.
Ignoring the pain in his dragon claw, he continued attacking the Thunder Hell Vine. Yet the vine was not damaged in the slightest; instead, it only tightened further.
"It's over."
The one who spoke was not Meng Chen, but Ye Lingling in the spectator stands.
Dugu Yan, Osler, and the others looked at Ye Lingling in confusion.
He had merely been bound. Wouldn't he be fine once he broke free? How was it already over?
Others might 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, trying 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. That ancestor had personally witnessed it being born amidst lightning, powerful to the extreme.
Later, that ancestor had searched through countless ancient texts after returning home before learning its true name and its terror.
Ye Lingling had never 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's calm and composed figure on the Soul Fighting Platform, Ye Lingling recalled her mother's instructions, and a strange glint appeared in her beautiful eyes.
"Meng Chen, do you think this can trap me? Thunderous Might!"
Yu Tianheng unleashed his second soul skill once more. Violent lightning surged like a tide, crackling as bolts flashed madly, seeking to destroy the Thunder Hell Vine wrapped around him.
Yet the Thunder Hell Vine showed no signs of breaking apart. Instead, it tightened even more.
Moreover, Yu Tianheng felt his Soul Power rapidly draining away, far faster than when he normally used soul skills. It was as if something were devouring his Soul Power!
Watching the lightning he released grow thinner and weaker, Yu Tianheng immediately realized a terrifying 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 all 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 around 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 recalling the Thunder Hell Vine, Meng Chen arrived before Yu Tianheng at just the right moment.
Holding the Thunder Hell Spear, Meng Chen looked down at this direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the number one student of Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
"Looks like the number one beast Martial Soul in the world is nothing special after all. What a disappointment."
Meng Chen shook his head regretfully.
From beginning to end, this Soul Fight had not even lasted half a minute. He had not even used thirty percent of his strength.
He had thought Yu Tianheng could hold out a little longer, but this was all there was to him.
In truth, whether Yu Feng had warned him or not, even if Yu Tianheng had not been distracted, it would not have changed his outcome.
Either he would be bound by the Thunder Hell Vine and have his lightning power drained away, or he would be blasted 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 only been a minor test. Meng Chen had not used much Soul Power, or it would not have been as simple as Yu Tianheng's palm being pierced.
The main concern was that if he used too much Soul Power, he might kill Yu Tianheng with a single bolt of lightning, which would be a bit troublesome.
Yu Tianheng struggled to lift his head and gaze up at Meng Chen.
He had actually lost, and lost so utterly!
He had used all three of his soul skills, yet had not even touched a single strand of Meng Chen's hair.
An immense sense of defeat surged through Yu Tianheng's heart, yet 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 playful smile on his face.
Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth. "I can accept it!"
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