Don't Push People Too Far

As Yu Tianheng sidestepped the Silver Dragon Spear's upward slash, the second Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up, and lightning flickered continuously around him.

"Second Soul Skill: Myriad Thunder!"

Just as Jun Xuehan's Silver Dragon Spear was halfway through its upward slash, he abruptly pulled it back. As the silver spear danced in his hand, several phantom spear shadows overlapped and shot straight forward.

"Ninety-Nine Return to One, Dragon Spear Wind and Rain!"

The Silver Dragon Spear collided with the incoming lightning. A point of cold light pierced through the thunder and shot directly at Yu Tianheng. Yu Tianheng twisted aside to evade the spear, only to feel a fierce gust rushing toward him. Without time to think, he raised an arm to block it. His arm collided with a leg, and Yu Tianheng staggered several steps backward.

Jun Xuehan pulled the Silver Dragon Spear from the ground with one hand and brought it down toward Yu Tianheng. His other hand rested behind his back as he said calmly, "Watch out for Hidden Weapons."

Hearing this, Yu Tianheng watched the hand Jun Xuehan had placed behind his back. He halted his original plan to meet the attack head-on and switched to dodging, all while keeping a close eye on Jun Xuehan's concealed hand. Yet even when the silver spear turned into a sweeping strike, he saw none of the Hidden Weapons Jun Xuehan had mentioned.

Yu Tianheng lightly tapped the ground with his toes and leaped high into the air. As he evaded the sweeping silver spear, he heard Jun Xuehan's voice again. "Watch out for Hidden Weapons."

Yu Tianheng crossed his arms before his chest, but the result was the same as before—nothing happened. Jun Xuehan then brought out the hand behind his back, gripped the Silver Dragon Spear with both hands, spun once, and hurled it toward Yu Tianheng.

"Watch out for Hidden Weapons."

This time, hearing Jun Xuehan's warning, Yu Tianheng had no intention of paying attention to it at all. He clenched his right hand and directly met the flying Silver Dragon Spear. Jun Xuehan placed a hand behind his back, drew several small Flying Daggers from his waist, and threw them at Yu Tianheng. The Flying Daggers tore through the air with shrieking gusts as Jun Xuehan rapidly closed in on him.

Yu Tianheng caught the flying Silver Dragon Spear and hurriedly dodged the incoming Flying Daggers. Every dagger embedded itself in the Competition Stage. Before Yu Tianheng could breathe a sigh of relief, Jun Xuehan appeared before him and kicked out. A sharp pain shot through his body, and he was sent flying straight off the Competition Stage.

Jun Xuehan recalled his Silver Dragon Spear martial soul and prepared to step down from the Competition Stage. It was Best of Five, and he had already won. The remaining matters basically had nothing to do with him.

After looking over the situation, the referee immediately announced, "Best of Five. Heaven Dou Royal Academy has lost."

Yu Tianheng rose from the ground and looked toward Jun Xuehan on the Competition Stage. Slowly, he said, "You may have won, but I'm not convinced. This match was not fair to either of us. But the next time, I, Yu Tianheng, will not lose again."

Yu Tianheng's voice was incomparably solemn. In his eyes, this match had not been fair at all. They had used Attrition Warfare, while Jun Xuehan had won through trickery. It had not been a fair fight.

Jun Xuehan gave a soft laugh at his words. "You can't beat me now. When we meet again, the result will be the same. You still won't win."

Hearing his words, Yu Tianheng clenched both fists and asked, "Leave your name. When we meet again, we'll have a fair match."

Suppressed anger faintly tinged Yu Tianheng's voice. From childhood until now, this was only the second time someone had looked down on him so much. Moreover, both people who had despised him were this child before him, one far younger than himself.

"Jun Xuehan!" Jun Xuehan stated his name. After exchanging a glance with Yu Tianheng, he withdrew his gaze and ignored him.

In the spectators' stands, both Xue Ye and Prince Xue Xing wore rather unpleasant expressions. Prince Xue Xing in particular looked at Jun Xuehan with a deeply gloomy gaze.

"Poison Douluo, I'll have to trouble you to act and keep him at Heaven Dou Royal Academy," Prince Xue Xing said in a low voice to Dugu Bo beside him.

As long as Jun Xuehan was kept behind, news of what had happened at Heaven Dou Royal Academy would basically not spread, and the Imperial Family's dignity would be preserved.

Dugu Bo gave a slight nod and rose directly to his feet. His martial soul appeared, and Yellow Yellow Purple Purple Black Black Black Black Black—Nine Soul Rings—flashed around him. An incomparably powerful Aura erupted from his body and pressed down upon Jun Xuehan on the Competition Stage.

Jun Xuehan felt as though a massive mountain were weighing down on his body, leaving him utterly unable to move. Beads of sweat streamed down his forehead and dripped onto the ground.

He looked toward the Competition Stage, forcibly straightened his body, and silently stared at Dugu Bo. The man was tall and lean, like a javelin, with dark green hair and beard, while his eyes gleamed like emeralds.

At this sight, Xue Qinghe frowned imperceptibly, but quickly relaxed his brow. Dugu Bo, if you hurt him, I'll make you repay it a hundredfold!

Ning Rongrong spat lightly. "Shameless. When they can't win, they bring in their elders to bully others. They have no shame at all."

Ning Rongrong's crisp voice was not loud, but in the silent spectators' stands, everyone heard it clearly.

Hearing her words, Xue Ye simply closed his eyes, as though he had seen nothing and knew nothing.

Prince Xue Xing slammed a hand against the armrest of his seat, seemingly furious, and turned toward the source of the voice. Yet when his gaze met Chen Xin's icy eyes, he immediately looked away, as though nothing had happened.

"Tsk, tsk. Is the Heaven Dou Imperial Family such a sore loser that they're venting their rage on a child?" A mocking voice rang out in the air without warning.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a figure completely shrouded in a black robe, with their features obscured, descended from the air and landed before Jun Xuehan, blocking all the pressure Dugu Bo had released.

Yellow Yellow Purple Purple Black Black Black Black Black—Nine Soul Rings—flashed beneath the black-robed person's feet.

"Which Titled Douluo might you be?" Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes as he watched the black-robed figure appear.

"I'm only here to take him away. Don't push people too far, or neither side will benefit," the black-robed person said calmly. Grabbing Jun Xuehan by the shoulder, they took him out of Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Dugu Bo watched the two figures depart, slowly withdrew his martial soul, and lightly shook his head at Prince Xue Xing. He had no intention of making another move.

The black-robed person's words had been clear. If they truly acted and tore away all pretenses, neither side would gain anything. Moreover, in Dugu Bo's eyes, offending a Titled Douluo over a matter of face was not a wise choice. He was merely a Guest Elder of the Imperial Family. There was no need to fight an unknown Titled Douluo to the bitter end for the Imperial Family's dignity.