Clash of the Twin Dragons

"Yu Tianheng, martial soul Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, twenty-ninth-level assault-type Soul Grandmaster."

Yu Tianheng lifted his chin a little higher, sweeping a disdainful gaze over Zhang Fei. His voice carried undisguised arrogance. "Today, I'll let you witness the strength of the number one beast martial soul in the world."

Zhang Fei remained unhurried. With a thought, he activated his martial soul.

One yellow and one purple, two Soul Rings rose beneath his feet.

The next instant, a dragon's roar more majestic and ancient than that of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon resounded throughout the entire spirit arena!

The phantom of a massive golden dragon unfurled behind Zhang Fei, its body gleaming with radiant gold. Its twin horns were imposing, and its five claws sharp.

The pressure of a holy dragon spread outward like a tangible force, firmly overwhelming the aura of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon opposite him.

"Zhang Fei, martial soul Golden Dragon, twenty-third-level assault-type Soul Grandmaster."

The corner of Zhang Fei's mouth curled into an unapologetically mocking smile.

"In my eyes, your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is nothing more than a legged worm."

The instant his words fell, two waves of dragon might collided soundlessly at the center of the arena.

The Golden Dragon was a holy dragon, while the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was merely a true dragon. The disparity in their bloodline ranks was displayed in full at that moment.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon phantom behind Yu Tianheng suddenly trembled!

Though it did not shiver and prostrate itself like an ordinary beast martial soul, its presence clearly weakened. Its dragon head lowered slightly as it let out an unwilling whimper.

Yu Tianheng's expression changed faintly. The confident smile at his lips froze for an instant, and his brows furrowed.

On the viewing platform, Yu Yuanzhen's expression darkened as he sensed dragon might even purer than that of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Without drawing attention to himself, he gripped the armrest, his knuckles turning faintly white. His eyes remained fixed on the golden dragon phantom behind Zhang Fei, his expression exceptionally grave.

Yu Yuanzhen silently assessed him. This boy must not be allowed to live!

"The spirit battle begins!"

The host's voice suddenly rose, shattering the brief silence over the arena.

Yu Tianheng moved first.

He kicked off hard from the ground, shooting toward Zhang Fei like a blue-violet bolt of lightning. Crackling currents wrapped around his right fist as it drove straight for Zhang Fei's face.

The speed of a twenty-ninth-level Soul Grandmaster erupting at full force was terrifyingly fast. Even the bluestone beneath his feet was stamped with a shallow mark.

Rather than retreat, Zhang Fei advanced. Golden dragon scales instantly covered his arms, and his pupils narrowed into vertical slits. He threw a punch to meet Yu Tianheng's, their fists colliding fiercely.

"Bang!"

The collision of their forces exploded into a shockwave at the center of the arena. Golden light and blue-violet lightning interwove and burst outward.

Both men retreated half a step. Yu Tianheng swayed slightly before stabilizing himself, while Zhang Fei also planted his feet firmly.

After all, their Soul Power Levels differed by six ranks. Yu Tianheng had enjoyed the vast resources of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan since childhood, and his strength was not to be underestimated.

In their first direct clash, neither side gained much of an advantage.

Zhang Fei quickly assessed the situation inwardly. His advantage lay in strength and defense, but his opponent's Soul Power Level was higher, and his lightning attacks carried a paralysis effect. Fortunately, the Golden Dragon possessed extremely high resistance to lightning. That terrifying current only made his arm faintly numb, nowhere near enough to affect his movements.

Yu Tianheng's first strike had failed, but he did not pause. His first Soul Ring suddenly lit up beneath him.

"First Soul Skill, Thunderclap Dragon Claw!"

His right hand abruptly spread open. Blue-violet electricity rapidly gathered between his fingers, forming the phantom of a massive dragon claw covered in arcs of lightning. It swept toward Zhang Fei with a piercing howl of wind, its power far greater than his earlier ordinary punches and kicks.

Zhang Fei's gaze sharpened, and his first Soul Ring lit up at the same time.

"First Soul Skill, Golden Armor Body!"

His strength and defense both doubled. The surging power flooded through his limbs and bones, making his arms as steady as stone.

"Clang!"

The Thunderclap Dragon Claw smashed brutally into Zhang Fei's crossed arms. Lightning exploded, and the screech of metal striking metal rang out.

Zhang Fei was pushed back half a step by the force, his feet scraping a shallow trail across the black iron rock platform. But he had blocked it.

Yu Tianheng frowned, and his second Soul Ring immediately lit up without giving him a moment to breathe.

"Second Soul Skill, Thunderous Force!"

Blue-violet lightning erupted from his entire body, gathering around him into a crackling web of electricity before crashing down upon Zhang Fei.

This strike was even more violent than the Thunderclap Dragon Claw. Countless arcs of lightning descended together, sealing off Zhang Fei's space to dodge left or right.

Zhang Fei had no intention of dodging either.

After Ice-Fire Body Tempering, mere lightning felt no more than numbing, while burning effects were utterly useless.

He braced himself, Soul Power surging wildly. The golden dragon scales gleamed even brighter, bursting with dense sparks under the bombardment of lightning.

Lightning crackled explosively as arcs raced over the surface of his dragon scales, yet that golden defense held them firmly outside, allowing none of it to penetrate.

Yu Tianheng's breathing became slightly more hurried.

He had already used both Soul Skills, yet he had failed to even breach his opponent's defense. A wave of irritation rose within his chest.

He had been hailed as a genius since childhood and had never encountered an opponent of the same rank who could withstand two of his Soul Skills head-on.

Impossible! Yu Tianheng roared inwardly.

The pride and self-respect repeatedly instilled in him by his clan since childhood transformed into reckless stubbornness at that moment.

"Roar!"

Yu Tianheng let out a low roar, pouring all his Soul Power into his arms. Abandoning his Soul Skills, he launched a furious storm of attacks at Zhang Fei.

Punch after punch followed, blue-violet lightning exploding across his fists in showers of sparks. Every blow carried the viciousness of someone fighting for his life.

Facing that torrential offensive, Zhang Fei did not retreat in the slightest.

Their fists collided violently again and again. Dull "bang, bang, bang" sounds exploded continuously across the spirit battle platform, and shockwaves spread in rings.

The foundation built through Ice-Fire Body Tempering, coupled with the doubled enhancement of Golden Armor Body, made Zhang Fei as immovable as a rock beneath Yu Tianheng's full-force assault.

His gaze remained calm as he tracked his opponent's movements through the dense flurry of punches.

Yu Tianheng was already at the end of his strength.

After several exchanges, Zhang Fei stopped holding back. The deep-purple second Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Dark Gold Dragon Claw Hand!"

Zhang Fei's arms were instantly covered in even denser golden dragon scales. His finger bones let out crisp "crack, crack" sounds as his fingertips rapidly lengthened, narrowed, and curved into ten razor-sharp dragon claws.

He did not use the Heaven-Rending Claw of his right hand, because there was no need.

Zhang Fei's aura surged dramatically at that instant.

His golden dragon claws slashed head-on against Yu Tianheng's incoming fists. Every strike tore through the air with a shrill whistle, sharp enough to seem capable of ripping apart the air itself.

"Slash!"

The dragon claws swept past, tearing three gashes into the fabric over Yu Tianheng's chest. Though his flesh had not been injured, cold sweat broke out across his body.

The moment Zhang Fei unleashed his three-thousand-five-hundred-year second Soul Skill, Yu Tianheng's expression completely changed.

He discovered that every one of Zhang Fei's claws forced him to dodge with all his might. The aura emanating from those dark-gold dragon claws made the hairs on his back stand on end. If one truly caught him, it would likely gouge out even his bones.

Yu Tianheng retreated several steps in succession, forced to shift from offense to defense as he blocked in a sorry state.

The situation reversed in an instant.