The Final Strike at Level Sixty-Nine

Yu Tianxin brought both claws down at once.

Yuan Yu held his blade across his chest, and the stone slabs beneath his feet collapsed with a crash. Deep purple lightning surged along the blade into his arms, tearing several gashes in his white clothes and making his hair stand on end.

Ning Rongrong's four enhancements landed just in time.

Strength, speed, soul power, defense.

Yuan Yu steadied his right hand on the hilt again. The thunder pattern flowed backward along the spine of the blade, drawing the current invading his meridians outward.

Yu Tianxin gritted his teeth and kept pressing down with his dragon-transformed arms.

"Is blocking all you can do at level sixty-nine?"

"I'm seeing how far you can go."

Yuan Yu raised his eyes, pressed his left hand against the blade's spine, and exerted force with both arms.

The Sun Wheel Blade swept upward.

Yu Tianxin was thrown off the ground. Before he could land, Dai Mubai charged in from the side. A White Tiger Fierce Light Wave struck his shoulder squarely, blasting him back into the center of the thunder array.

Lei Dong immediately shifted his spider silk.

Seven thick pillars of lightning rose around the arena, converged in midair, then descended again. Thunderclap Academy's five remaining fighters also poured their soul power into the array, covering the entire arena in crackling light.

"Rongrong, Fatty, get behind me!" Tang San shouted.

A Blue Silver Cage burst from the ground, shielding Ning Rongrong and Ma Hongjun within it. Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing converged on Tang San, while Blue Silver Grass wound around everyone's waist, linking their positions together.

As the lightning pillars fell, Tang San drove all the grass blades underground.

The first wave of lightning dispersed along the Blue Silver Grass, leaving swathes of