Battle Frenzy! Dragon God's Evil-Breaking Claw!

Cheng Gang stood in the air, his gaze fixed on Ye Ming with blazing fervor and a trace of wariness.

He lowered his head to look at his torn clothes and faintly aching chest, both shocked and enraged.

The power of Ye Ming's punch had far exceeded his expectations.

Had he not activated a defensive soul skill in time, he would likely have suffered even graver internal injuries.

"Good! Very good!" Cheng Gang laughed furiously. "As expected of a transformed ferocious beast, your strength truly is tyrannical!"

"But do you think this little ability is enough to contend with a Titled Douluo?"

"Today, this old man is taking you. No one can stop me!!"

Before his words had even faded, the seventh soul ring around him blazed brightly.

Martial Soul True Body!

Cheng Gang's body abruptly swelled, transforming him into a giant clad in hardened armor.

A massive Thousand-Jin Ant appeared behind him.

"Your strength is formidable? Then let me show you the strength of a true pure-strength Titled Douluo!"

Cheng Gang's voice boomed like a great bell as his iron fists tore through the air, driving straight toward the gap in the room where Ye Ming stood.

The punch was simple and unadorned, yet it contained all of his pure strength.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the air was compressed into ripples visible to the naked eye.

"Anyone can talk big."

Ye Ming sneered and advanced rather than retreating.

Red light flashed, and the Golden Dragon Wings suddenly appeared!

With a hum, the dragon wings ripped through the air. In the blink of an eye, Ye Ming shot out of the hotel and met Cheng Gang's incoming attack.

Punch!

Punch!

Punch!

In an instant, dozens of Golden Dragon Phantoms, each launched with one hundred percent of his strength, met Cheng Gang's pair of iron fists.

Boom—!!

A deafening explosion erupted. A terrifying shockwave burst outward from the point where the two clashed, utterly shattering the corridor walls across the entire floor.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere as dust filled the air.

The hotel was already housing all the students and teachers participating in this Soul Duel Tournament.

The massive commotion instantly drew their attention.

Figures rose into the air with the aid of flying soul tools, surrounding the hotel and watching the large and small figures collide fiercely in the sky.

Dai Yueheng, Ling Luochan, Chen Zifeng, and Gongyang Mo rushed onto the hotel rooftop. Upon seeing the scene, they all took out their flying soul tools, preparing to rush up and help.

But at that moment, Xuan Zi arrived on the rooftop with Bei Bei and the others under his protection, raising his voice to stop Dai Yueheng's group.

"No need to go. Ye Ming can handle it himself."

He could handle it himself...

Dai Yueheng looked at the young man in the sky with dragon wings on his back, his heart filled with bitterness.

At that moment, he desperately wished Ye Ming truly was a soul beast.

To live in the same era as such a genius was both fortunate and unfortunate.

He had worked so hard, yet he could no longer even make out the other's back clearly.

In the air, Ye Ming had no idea about Dai Yueheng's feelings.

At this moment, he had only one thought.

Battle was exhilarating!

The Golden Dragon King martial soul itself carried violent and battle-hungry emotions.

Normally, Ye Ming could use the rationality of the Silver Dragon to balance and suppress them.

But now that he had encountered a pure martial brute like Cheng Gang, the love of battle buried in his bones could no longer be concealed.

Ora! Ora! Ora!

Muda! Muda! Muda!

There were no flashy soul tools, no elemental power.

There was only the collision of fist against fist!

There was no need for restraint, no need to hide his strength!

Golden Dragon's Strength, Golden Dragon Overlord Form, Golden Dragon Phantom, Heavenly Dominion, Dragon Emperor's Evil-Breaking Rend... Every technique was unleashed in his battle against Cheng Gang.

His soul power churned, and his sea of spirit surged violently.

With every punch Ye Ming threw, his spirit trembled, and he felt incomparably invigorated from head to toe.

The powerful body tempered for a year by the millstone was enough to support him in battle against Cheng Gang without falling behind.

Yet Cheng Gang grew more alarmed the longer they fought.

How is this brat so terrifying? He's getting stronger the longer we fight!

His strength is becoming more and more terrifying too!

He was a Titled Douluo who had activated his Martial Soul True Body. His strength was enough to crush Titled Douluos of the same rank.

Yet Ye Ming's golden dragon claws were indestructible, and his strength was inexhaustible, as if it would never run dry.

That bizarre golden light barrier always converted and absorbed the force of his attacks, making Ye Ming's punches increasingly heavier.

"Brat, being able to fight this old man for so long means you truly are talented."

"But you're only a Soul Ancestor. The soul power in your body should be nearly exhausted by now, right?"

Cheng Gang grinned viciously, increasing the force of his punches severalfold. "Let's see how many more punches you can take!!"

"Oh?" Ye Ming grinned. "You've reminded me of something!"

Hum!

A dazzling red light lit up, and a massive golden dragon appeared above Ye Ming's head.

The golden dragon opened its enormous jaws and inhaled sharply. Within a thousand meters, the primal energy of heaven and earth and elemental power were devoured by the golden dragon like a whale swallowing the sea.

Hundred-thousand-year soul skill, Golden Dragon Devours the Heavens!

It devoured all primal energy of heaven and earth and elemental power within a certain range, thereby removing abnormal conditions, restoring soul power, or enhancing combat strength.

Ye Ming's soul power, which had been close to running dry, was suddenly flooded by an ocean.

That single inhalation completely refilled his soul power.

The excess primal energy of heaven and earth and elemental power merged into his body, enhancing his combat strength once more.

"Old bastard, let's see how many more punches these old bones of yours can take!"

"Dragon Emperor's Domain-Shaking Realm!!"

Blood essence and soul power intertwined as more than a hundred dragon-shaped phantoms formed a domain and charged toward Cheng Gang.

Cheng Gang's expression changed drastically. His fists left afterimages as he used his formidable strength to blast apart every dragon-shaped phantom rushing toward him.

More and more people were gathering around, while several streaks of light rose from Star Luo Imperial City and sped toward this place.

I can't drag this out any longer!

If this continues, not only will this old man lose face, but others will interfere and snatch away this ferocious beast!

Even now, Cheng Gang still believed his guess was correct.

Realizing this, Cheng Gang no longer hesitated. The pitch-black ninth soul ring around him lit up with a dazzling black radiance.

His huge body leaned back slightly, his fists drawing back to his waist as the soul power throughout his body surged madly toward them.

Complex, profound earthen-yellow patterns emerged upon the iron fists covered in hardened armor. Even the surrounding space warped faintly under the force of that charged strike.

At the same time, the Thousand-Jin Ant behind him grew even larger. Then it lowered its head slightly, locking onto Ye Ming.

This was his strongest single-target attacking soul skill. He had once shattered an entire mountain with a single punch!

"Ninth Soul Skill, Thousand-Jin Ant Emperor's Earth-Shaking Strike!"

"Brat, take this attack from this old man!!"

Feeling the terrifying might gathering upon Cheng Gang's fist, Ye Ming knew that this battle should come to an end.

He laughed aloud. "Old bastard, getting anxious already? Then take my final move as well!"

As his words fell, gold and silver light shot skyward from Ye Ming's body.

The brilliant radiance unique to a self martial soul fusion skill illuminated the skies above the entire Star Luo Square.

Golden and silver twin dragon phantoms emerged behind him, their roars shaking the heavens.

Dragon God Transformation appeared once more!

A majestic and imposing five-clawed golden dragon over twenty meters long replaced Ye Ming's position, coiling in the air above the shattered hotel floor.

Its dragon might was vast and mighty, more than ten times stronger than when Ye Ming had used it before!

Cheng Gang's pupils contracted sharply. From this five-clawed golden dragon, he felt a lethal threat!

With the arrow on the string, he had no choice but to fire. He roared and launched the punch he had charged to its peak.

As his fist shot forth, the massive Thousand-Jin Ant also hurtled toward the golden dragon, carrying the force of ten million jin!

Seeing this, Ye Ming merely raised a dragon claw and pressed it gently forward, murmuring:

"Dragon God's Evil-Breaking Claw!!"