Victory

Boom!

The moment Yang Tianlang's First Spirit Ring lit up, Yang Dong reflexively retreated, avoiding the damage from Wind Impact. However, its knockback effect still struck him.

Yang Yu was hurled into the air by a tremendous force. He twisted a few times midair before barely managing to steady himself and land.

Whoosh!

The instant he landed, the Wind Sword attacked again, giving Yang Dong no chance to catch his breath.

Yang Dong raised the Immaculate Sword to block it, then staggered several steps back. Before he knew it, he had retreated to the outermost edge of the Blade Soul's range. One more step and he would leave its radius.

Meanwhile, Yang Tianlang appeared where Yang Dong had just been standing.

"Your Support Type ability is indeed quite rare, but if that is all you have, I advise you not to return to the Wind Sword Sect. No matter how powerful a Support Type Soul Master is, they cannot defeat an Attack Type Soul Master or an Agile Attack Type Soul Master in a one-on-one fight."

"And under Yang Hong's tutelage, Yang Yuan's strength certainly will not be weak. If you go back, you will only prove that you cultivate quickly. You will prove nothing else."

It was over!

Yang Tianlang's expression turned stern as his Wind Sword Martial Soul whistled forth once more.

To be fair, he thought his nephew was already remarkable. Starting with innate level-one Soul Power and cultivating to level thirty—he could not say there would never be another like him, but there had absolutely never been one before in Douluo Continent's history.

Unfortunately!

You are only a Support Type Soul Master.

Yang Dong's expression did not change much. Looking closely, one could even see the calm in his eyes.

It was not the stillness of stagnant water, but the calm of having everything under control.

The first strike of Three-Stage Slash activated!

Yang Dong stepped forward, and the Immaculate Sword in his hand struck the incoming Wind Sword Martial Soul with perfect accuracy.

Second slash!

Yang Dong's agility had already been enhanced within the Blade Soul. Combined with the 10% movement speed boost inherent to Three-Stage Slash, the second slash landed on the exact same spot just after the first struck the Wind Sword.

Not good!

Yang Tianlang sensed something was wrong and controlled the Wind Sword to retreat.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Yang Dong would not let him withdraw the Wind Sword so easily this time.

The third slash fell again!

Yang Tianlang was astonished to discover that Yang Dong's speed could actually keep up with the Wind Sword's returning speed. That was not good news for him.

The Immaculate Sword traced an arc through the air and struck the Wind Sword at the same point again.

Landing three consecutive strikes on the same point was not something an ordinary person could accomplish. Especially against a weapon martial soul as swift as the Wind Sword, simply hitting it was even more difficult.

Yet at this moment, Yang Dong had done it.

"That should be it."

Yang Tianlang watched Yang Dong. Yang Dong had used this Self-Created Soul Skill before and could only unleash three slashes. In other words, he could no longer stop the Wind Sword from returning.

Thinking of this, Yang Tianlang relaxed.

Yang Dong knew that he could not possibly defeat Yang Tianlang in a normal fight. Therefore, he had used Three-Stage Slash from the beginning, making Yang Tianlang believe he could only unleash three strikes, but that was not the case.

Once Three-Stage Slash was mastered, it could unleash a five-hit combo. Over the past few years, Yang Dong had yet to achieve five consecutive strikes, but three stages were not his limit.

His limit was the fourth slash!

Just as Yang Tianlang let out a breath of relief, Yang Dong, who had been about to stop, slid forward another step. The Immaculate Sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light as Yang Dong frantically poured Soul Power into it like mercury spilling across the ground.

"Not good!"

Yang Tianlang's expression finally changed as his Fourth Spirit Ring lit up.

Fourth Soul Skill, Swallow Return.

At the very instant Yang Dong's attack descended, the Wind Sword split into four smaller flying swords and flashed back before Yang Tianlang in a streak of light.

"You win!"

Yang Tianlang looked at Yang Dong with a complicated expression.

At that moment, he understood. The first Three-Stage Slash had merely been a feint, meant to conceal the killing move of the fourth slash. Remembering what he had said earlier, a flush briefly crossed his aged face.

"Uncle Tianlang, I only won through trickery, and you held back quite a bit as well. If you had known about the fourth slash earlier, I—"

Before Yang Dong could finish, Yang Tianlang rudely cut him off. "What do you mean, if I had known earlier? A loss is a loss. Do you think your uncle is someone who cannot accept defeat?"

Yang Dong naturally hurriedly denied it.

"What Uncle said earlier may have been a little harsh, but I still stand by those words. Yang Yuan is not me. He will not hold back against you."

Yang Tianlang patted Yang Dong's shoulder.

"I understand, Uncle."

Yang Dong answered respectfully.

Yet he held a different opinion inwardly. If someone of the same level entered the Erosion Array, they would be severely weakened. It would not be like you, acting as though nothing had happened.

"Alright, it is getting late. Rest early tonight. Tomorrow, we will head to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. The banquet will be held there."

After giving a few instructions and leading Yang Dong to a room that had long been prepared, Yang Tianlang hurried off.

Humiliating. Absolutely humiliating.

I am, at the very least, a man on the verge of becoming a Soul Douluo, yet I lost to a child under thirteen.

After Yang Tianlang left, Yang Dong began reviewing the battle.

He had a good habit: after every battle, he would assess what he had gained and lost.

"Immaculate Sword."

Yang Dong gently stroked the blade. Ordinary longswords simply could not support him in unleashing the fourth strike. The instant the fourth strike was launched, the blade would collapse outright.

But the Immaculate Sword was different. It could perfectly bear the Soul Power Yang Dong infused into it, and no cracks had appeared on its blade.

It could be said that without the Immaculate Sword, Yang Dong could not have defeated Yang Tianlang even through trickery.

A good weapon was far too important, especially for him.

After gently wiping down the Immaculate Sword, Yang Dong returned it to its scabbard and began his unwavering cultivation.

For the past several years, Yang Yu had spent every night cultivating. Nothing was more enjoyable than feeling his Soul Power grow.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The number one beast martial soul in the world. When Yang Dong thought of them, only two people came to mind: Yu Xiaogang, the future renowned theory master, and his nephew, Yu Tianheng.

Other than those two, there was only Liu Erlong, who fell in love with her own cousin and eventually changed her name.

Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong have probably only just been born by now, right?

I wonder if I will get a chance to meet those two this time?