A Mysterious Dragon Martial Soul Draws Every Eye

Losing badly in front of Hu Liena—now that's a vicious way to get back at him, Qin Yu thought.

For hotheaded boys like Yan, beating them up, even badly, would not have much effect.

Humiliating them in front of the girl they adored, though, could work wonders.

What Qin Yu did not realize was that his actions would also leave a certain future Saintess with feelings for him that she had never expected.

At two in the afternoon, the No. 2 Trial Arena was surrounded by spectators.

Many had come for the spectacle. Others were there because Yan had quietly sent people to spread the word and drum up a crowd.

Yan's goal was simple: he wanted Qin Yu to lose face in front of everyone.

Yan was confident he would not lose.

He did not know that Qin Yu was even more confident. When Qin Yu learned that Yan had been secretly building up the event, he could barely contain his amusement.

The matter had also drawn the academy's attention.

But no one stepped in to stop it.

After all, this was a spat between youngsters over a girl. Letting them fight it out was fine.

Besides, quite a few people were interested in the outcome.

Among them were several of Spirit Hall's strongest.

"A level sixteen Soul Master against a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster..." Golden Crocodile Douluo watched quietly from high above.

He had originally planned to take Qin Yu as his disciple today.

Who knew he would also find such a fine show waiting for him? He certainly had to watch.

Beside him, Qian Daoliu looked down at the Trial Arena, his expression calm. "Yan is talented, and his cultivation is higher than Qin Yu's, but his chances of winning aren't good."

"Indeed. Judging by martial souls alone, Flame Lord and Purple Brilliant Heaven Destroying Dragon aren't even on the same level."

"And Qin Yu's first Soul Ring came from a nine-hundred-year-old Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear. That's enough to make up for the gap in their Soul Power Levels."

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded with a smile.

As two of the continent's strongest, they never judged a Soul Master's strength by Soul Power Level alone.

Even Soul Masters at the same level could differ greatly in combat strength.

Martial souls, Soul Rings, experience—each could decide the outcome.

"Hmm?"

As Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke, they both sensed an aura of death approaching.

They glanced into the distance, then quickly looked away.

Bibi Dong, who had arrived unseen, paid neither Qian Daoliu nor Golden Crocodile Douluo any attention. She watched the arena below with interest.

She had finished her work early today and had been about to return to her courtyard to relax when word arrived that Qin Yu and Yan were preparing to spar.

At first, she had no interest.

But the report said Qin Yu and Yan were apparently fighting over Hu Liena and had chosen the Trial Arena to settle it.

Since her disciple was involved, she had to come and see for herself.

"Nana is here too. So there must be something to it."

Seeing Hu Liena and Qin Yu walking toward the arena together, Bibi Dong knew the rumor had some truth to it.

Yan was already standing in the Trial Arena, arrogance written all over his face.

But when he saw Qin Yu arrive with Hu Liena, his face darkened at once, his eyes full of resentment.

"They're here! That's Qin Yu!"

"Oh, he's so good-looking. There's something adorable about him too. No wonder His Holiness the Pope's disciple likes him. I do too."

"You're about ten years older than him, Senior."

"I found out what happened. Yan likes Hu Liena, but she doesn't return his feelings, so he's taken it out on Qin Yu for being close to her..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

Those who still had no idea what was going on pieced together the story from the people around them.

"Be careful, Qin Yu."

"Yan is already a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster. He's an attack-type Soul Master with the Flame Lord martial soul, which has both fire and earth attributes."

Hu Liena spoke softly.

Yan's Soul Power Level was higher than Qin Yu's. He was older too, and surely had more experience.

Besides, she was partly responsible for this.

That was why she told Qin Yu what she knew.

"Okay. Thank you."

Qin Yu smiled and walked toward the Trial Arena. There was no fear or panic in his eyes.

Yan glared at him and said coldly, "Qin Yu, since you're younger and your cultivation is lower, I'll give you the first three moves."

"No need."

Qin Yu's voice was calm. "You'd better take this seriously. Losing to someone six or seven years younger would be embarrassing."

"Hmph!"

Yan snorted. He could barely hold back his anger.

Today, he would humiliate Qin Yu in front of everyone!

Seeing that the two were ready to fight, the referee of the No. 2 Trial Arena stepped forward. "This is a sparring match. Stop before you seriously injure your opponent."

"Both sides, prepare yourselves and state your names."

"Yan. Soul Grandmaster Class One. Martial soul: Flame Lord. Level twenty-nine, two-ring Battle Soul Grandmaster."

Yan's voice was cold.

"Qin Yu. Soul Master Class Two. Martial soul: Dragon. Level sixteen, one-ring Battle Soul Master."

Qin Yu spoke evenly, his expression composed.

At the word "Dragon," the crowd frowned in confusion.

Why keep it so secret? What sort of Dragon martial soul was it?

Still, Qin Yu had already reached level sixteen. That came as quite a shock.

"A Dragon martial soul?"

Yan's attention fixed on Qin Yu's martial soul. The fact that Qin Yu had not specified what it was gave him a faint sense of unease.

"Begin!"

The referee's voice cut through everyone's thoughts.

"Flame Lord, possess me!"

Yan swiftly activated Martial Soul Possession. Flame Lord appeared behind him, turning his hair and eyes fiery red as heat rolled outward.

Then two yellow Soul Rings descended.

In an instant, Yan's presence surged. Magma seemed ready to erupt from his body.

"Roar—!"

A roar suddenly burst from Qin Yu, and an aura of destruction spread across the arena.

It sent a shiver through many in the crowd.

They stared at Qin Yu in shock.

Dark purple dragon scales appeared along his right arm and up to his neck. His entire right arm had become a Dragon Claw.

Then a yellow Soul Ring descended.

Qin Yu's presence rose sharply, matching Yan's—and showing signs of surpassing it.

"What... what martial soul is that?"

"It looks so strong! That aura feels a little like the destructive power of lightning, but it's far stronger!"

"I've seen members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan before. Even after Martial Soul Possession, their presence was nothing compared to Qin Yu's!"

The crowd was both baffled and stunned by Qin Yu's martial soul.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was the most famous Dragon martial soul on Douluo Continent, and many Soul Masters present had seen it.

But compared with Qin Yu's Dragon martial soul, it was worlds apart.

Qin Yu's martial soul carried a far stronger aura of destruction.

It was more domineering too, with a hint of nobility besides.

"This martial soul..."

Yan's pupils contracted slightly, and his expression grew grave.

No matter how much he disliked Qin Yu, he had to admit that Qin Yu's martial soul was of higher quality than his own.