The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Is an Electric Rat?

"A sparring match between men is perfectly normal. If you're afraid of losing, just say so. No one will laugh at you.

"But if you won't even dare to spar, what right do you have to stand beside Little Goose?"

Seeing that his aunt had given him an opening, Yu Tianheng immediately joined in, his tone laced with mockery:

"Surely you're not scared, Brother Fang? If you don't dare, we can forget it. Not everyone has the courage to face the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon head-on."

He paused, then added,

"I just didn't expect the impressive young Master Fang we saw on the street to turn timid the moment he stepped onto a training ground.

"Are you only good at hiding behind women?"

At that, even Dugu Yan's expression turned cold.

Ning Rongrong frowned and was about to speak, but Sword Douluo Chen Xin stopped her with a look.

Chen Xin shook his head slightly, signaling her not to interfere—

He wanted to see what this young man, whom even he couldn't see through, was truly capable of.

Fang Fan's expression never changed. He didn't even furrow his brow.

He looked at the spirited Yu Tianheng as though watching a clown perform his heart out, unaware of how ridiculous he looked.

The man had gone to such lengths to lure him here just so he could show off by defeating him in front of Dugu Yan and prove he was the strongest.

"Fine." Fang Fan said only one word.

Yu Tianheng froze. He had expected Fang Fan to refuse or make an excuse, not agree so readily.

Then he broke into a grin, a flash of triumph in his eyes:

"Excellent! After you."

Dugu Yan still wanted to say something, but Fang Fan had already started toward the center of the training ground.

Zhu Zhuqing followed half a step behind him. She tugged gently at his sleeve and murmured,

"Husband, don't kill him."

Her voice was soft, but everyone present was a Soul Master and heard her clearly.

Yu Tianheng's smile stiffened. Then he snorted. "We'll see who ends up on the ground."

Liu Erlong frowned at Zhu Zhuqing. The girl certainly talked big.

Ning Rongrong clapped excitedly:

"Yes! Go, Fang Fan! Show that electric rat what real strength looks like!"

Sword Douluo shook his head helplessly, but made no move to stop them.

He wanted to see what this young man could do.

Dugu Yan sighed, her green eyes full of resignation.

She wasn't worried Fang Fan would lose. She just thought Yu Tianheng's eagerness to humiliate himself was painful to watch.

She considered warning him, but the smug look on his face made her hold her tongue.

Some lessons only stuck when learned firsthand.

Fang Fan stood at the center of the training ground, with Yu Tianheng ten meters away, facing him.

The students training nearby stopped and turned their eyes toward the center.

Some recognized Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng. Others, sharp-eyed, recognized Sword Douluo and Poison Douluo. An uproar broke out at once—

With two Titled Douluo present, this was no ordinary sparring match.

"Wait."

Fang Fan glanced at Yu Tianheng and spoke up:

"Since we're sparring, let's make a wager."

Yu Tianheng paused. "What kind of wager?"

"If you lose, your Martial Soul will be called the Electric Rat from now on."

Fang Fan's tone was matter-of-fact, as though it were only natural.

"You..."

Yu Tianheng had never met anyone so arrogant. Rage rushed to his head.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was widely acknowledged as the continent's strongest Beast Martial Soul, and this man dared call it an electric rat? He gritted his teeth and laughed in fury:

"Fine! I agree. But if you lose, your Martial Soul will be called the Blind-Eyed Coward!"

Fang Fan gave a slight nod, accepting the terms.

Yu Tianheng snorted. Soul Rings suddenly lit up beneath his feet. Two yellow and one purple rose slowly into view, and waves of level-thirty-nine Soul Power swept outward.

His Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul appeared behind him. The shadow of a massive, deep-blue dragon coiled in midair, lightning flashing across its scales as an overpowering draconic aura spread through the training ground.

The students stopped what they were doing and turned toward the center. Someone recognized Yu Tianheng and shouted excitedly:

"Senior Yu is sparring with someone!" Word spread quickly. More and more students poured into the training ground, soon filling the Spectator Seats.

"Go, Senior Yu! Show that kid the power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!"

"Who's that young man? I've never seen him before. He actually dared challenge Senior Yu?"

"No idea, but with Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong accompanying him, he must be somebody."

The crowd buzzed with discussion. Almost everyone favored Yu Tianheng.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's reputation was simply too great, while Fang Fan was a complete unknown to them.

Fang Fan stood calmly where he was. He neither summoned his Martial Soul nor released his Soul Rings. He merely watched the menacing Yu Tianheng across from him as though this were an insignificant formality.

His composure only made Yu Tianheng angrier. Gritting his teeth, he said,

"Summon your Martial Soul already! Or do you really want to be called the Blind-Eyed Coward?"

"I don't need my Martial Soul to deal with an electric rat."

Fang Fan did not speak loudly, but his words carried clearly across the entire training ground.

The crowd erupted.

On the other side of the training ground, a group was coming through the corridor.

At their head walked a handsome young man in a pale, moon-white robe, his manner gentle and refined. He was Xue Qinghe, crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Beside him was Meng Shenji, the head of Heaven Dou Royal Academy's Education Committee. The two talked as they walked.

Snake Lance's voice suddenly sounded in Xue Qinghe's ear through a private transmission:

"Young Master, I sense Elder Pufferfish nearby. His Highness the Holy Son appears to be on the training ground, sparring with Yu Tianheng. Sword Douluo and Poison Douluo are there too."

"Sword Douluo and Poison Douluo? Interesting. Keep your distance and don't let Pufferfish notice you. I'll take a look."

Xue Qinghe's steps faltered for a moment, then a trace of amusement flashed in her eyes.

Bibi Dong's personal disciple had come to Heaven Dou City? Innate Full Soul Power, Twin Martial Souls, and according to her grandfather, already past level fifty. He certainly deserved to be called a prodigy.

She wanted to see just how capable this young man was.

With Meng Shenji leading the way, Xue Qinghe approached the training ground. A guard announced loudly, "His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!"

Everyone on the training ground stopped and turned to salute Xue Qinghe.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Poison Douluo Dugu Bo merely nodded in greeting. Xue Qinghe returned their greeting with a smile, but her gaze had already passed over the crowd to the white-robed young man at the center of the training ground.

"No need for formalities. Rise and carry on."

Xue Qinghe gestured for them to rise, her tone mild, her gaze never leaving the center of the field.

Everyone sat down again. The crown prince's arrival made the atmosphere even more lively.

Seeing the crown prince in attendance sent Yu Tianheng's blood racing—

Perfect. Today, I'll crush this brat in front of everyone.

Fang Fan merely turned his head to glance at Xue Qinghe. His expression remained calm. Without even saluting, he turned his attention back to Yu Tianheng.

His gaze seemed to say: Stop wasting time. Are we fighting or not?

Xue Qinghe took no offense. She studied Fang Fan with keen interest.