One Sword Kill

"Mm." Wu Changkong nodded without exposing her pretense.

He strode toward the Spirit Battle Platform, mounting it in a completely different manner from Yu Tianxin.

He did not leap into the air showily. He simply climbed the steps one at a time.

Yet it was precisely that calm, unhurried composure that made those in the stands, who had been focused solely on Yu Tianxin, involuntarily turn their gazes toward him.

His white robes were whiter than snow, his silver hair like frost.

The moment he stepped onto the Spirit Battle Platform, an aloof, wintry aura naturally spread from him, forming a stark contrast with Yu Tianxin's aggressive dominance.

Yu Tianxin said disdainfully, "Hmph, you won't be so happy in a while."

"Mm, perhaps."

Standing at the edge of the Spirit Battle Platform, Shui Qinghan secretly sighed.

She had served as the dean of Skywater Academy for many years and overseen countless sparring matches between students, but today, two men had taken the stage over jealousy. Even she found the situation rather troublesome.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready."

"So am I."

"Then begin."

With that, Shui Qinghan flashed away and retreated to the safe area at the edge of the Spirit Battle Platform.

Yu Tianxin's reaction was astonishingly fast.

The instant Shui Qinghan finished speaking, violet lightning erupted around him. Violent thunder power surged from his body, crackling explosively.

His eyes turned into the vertical pupils of a dragon, and a tyrannical, ferocious dragon's might swept outward.

Two yellow Soul Rings and one purple Soul Ring lit up in succession beneath Yu Tianxin's feet.

"Yu Tianxin, Level 33 assault-type Soul Elder."

Deafening cheers erupted from the stands.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, renowned as the greatest beast Martial Soul in the world, displayed its fearsome reputation to the fullest at that moment.

A savage smile curled Yu Tianxin's lips. He would use his strongest attack to beat this white-haired brat who dared approach Shui Bing'er until he knelt and begged for mercy, crushing his dignity completely before Shui Bing'er.

Wu Changkong stood where he was, his left hand behind his back. His right palm faced upward, fingers slightly spread, as an ice sword appeared in his hand.

"Wu Changkong, Level 39 assault-type Soul Elder."

The moment the Skyfrost Sword appeared, the temperature on the Spirit Battle Platform plummeted.

Three Millennium Soul Rings rose one after another beneath Wu Changkong's feet, linked together as they slowly revolved around his body.

In an instant, the entire training ground fell silent.

Those who had been cheering for Yu Tianxin in the stands collectively lost their voices.

Some stood with their mouths hanging open, forgetting to close them. Others rubbed their eyes, suspecting they had seen wrong.

"Th-three Millennium Soul Rings?"

"Is he a monster? His first Soul Ring is a millennium-old one? How is that possible?!"

"Level 39! He just said he's Level 39! Level 39 at thirteen years old! That's a full six levels higher than Yu Tianxin!"

"Skyfrost Sword... His sword is called the Skyfrost Sword. I've never heard of a Martial Soul like that, but it looks incredibly powerful. Even from this far away, I'm shivering from the cold..."

Shui Yue'er covered her mouth with both hands. Earlier, she had worried that Yu Tianxin would beat Wu Changkong black and blue. Now, it seemed the person who should be worried was probably not Wu Changkong.

Shui Bing'er stood still. Her expression remained restrained, but something was violently trembling within those cool phoenix eyes.

Level 39. Three Millennium Soul Rings.

The person who had awkwardly asked her at the Shui Family gate that very morning, "May I get to know you?" actually possessed such terrifying strength.

Remembering how she had just told him to surrender if he could not win, a faint blush once more rose to her cheeks.

While some rejoiced, others grieved. Yu Luomian's face turned livid in an instant.

He had originally been waiting to watch a good show, expecting to see how Yu Tianxin would crush that white-haired brat who did not know his place.

But when the Skyfrost Sword was drawn and three purple Soul Rings lit up, he involuntarily sat up straight.

Thirteen years old. Level 39.

Three Millennium Soul Rings. Was he even human?

Beside him, Shui Qinghan smiled smugly. "Oh my, Dean Yu was right."

"Conflicts between juniors should be settled through strength. As elders, we really shouldn't interfere."

Yu Luomian's mouth twitched violently, his expression as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

On the Spirit Battle Platform, Yu Tianxin roared, "So what if you're Level 39? I can still beat you!"

He abruptly clenched both fists. The third Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up, enveloping his entire body in lightning.

"Third Soul Skill, Thunderous Fury!"

His body suddenly swelled, muscles bulging and veins throbbing.

His hands rapidly transformed within the lightning. His fingers lengthened and thickened, his skin hardened and grew dense scales, becoming a pair of savage dragon claws.

The innate ability of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul: Dragon Transformation.

"First Soul Skill, Thunderclap Dragon Claw!"

Yu Tianxin kicked off the ground and charged toward Wu Changkong.

He raised his right arm high, violet lightning coiling around the dragon claw as it shot straight for Wu Changkong's chest.

If this strike landed solidly, even granite would be shattered to pieces.

Wu Changkong watched the lightning-wreathed dragon claw draw closer, yet not even the slightest ripple appeared in his eyes.

Too fast?

No. Before the Amethyst Demon Eye, this attack was as slow as an old ox pulling a cart.

Too fierce?

No. In his eyes, it was merely a reckless blow relying on brute force, utterly devoid of technique.

"Ah, that won't do."

Yu Tianxin grew even more agitated upon hearing that. "Who are you saying can't do it?"

Suddenly, Wu Changkong's figure blurred, and a ghostly afterimage seemed to flash beneath his feet.

The Thunderclap Dragon Claw grazed the edge of his robes and slammed into the stone slabs of the Spirit Battle Platform with a boom, missing its target.

Wu Changkong had effortlessly dodged Yu Tianxin's attack using the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

"I'm saying you can't. All you know is how to use brute force."

His voice carried the air of a superior appraising someone below him, as though he were judging an apprentice's basic exercises.

Yu Tianxin's face flushed the color of pig liver.

Wu Changkong lightly turned his wrist. "First Soul Skill, Frostmark."

Wu Changkong swiftly swung his sword, sending an icy blue sword aura flying from its blade.

Slash!

Yu Tianxin's chest was split open by a single slash, the wound stretching from his right shoulder all the way to his left ribs, clean and even.

Piercingly cold energy flooded into his body along the sword mark.

Yu Tianxin felt a chill spread from his chest through every limb and bone. Every breath came with tearing pain.

Yu Tianxin staggered back two steps, his legs buckling as he dropped to one knee.

One sword.

Only one sword.

Deathly silence filled the stands.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Twin Star, who had been so menacing and arrogant moments ago, was now kneeling on one knee upon the Spirit Battle Platform, utterly bedraggled.

Yu Luomian stared fixedly at Wu Changkong on the Spirit Battle Platform.

The honor of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, his own honor as Yu Luomian, had been shattered before everyone's eyes by a single sword strike from a brat.

"How dare you injure Tianxin!"