Azure Dragon's Cry

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The arena was completely unrecognizable.

Song Qinglin's Severing Flow-Splitting Peak-Shattering chipped away a layer of debris from the area surrounding the arena.

Countless cracks spread outwards from the area centered on Ye An.

Song Qinglin stood on the other side of the arena, his eyes fixed on Ye An's figure amidst the smoke and dust.

Ye An's blue and white robes were torn in several places, and the Mountain phantom formed from blue True Essence dissipated with the smoke and dust.

Their eyes met again.

Upon seeing this, the audience fell silent for a moment, then erupted in an even louder chorus than before.

"Senior Brother Ye has blocked Chief Song's Flow-Splitting Peak-Shattering!"

"He's still standing! Both sides seem to have energy left to spare!"

"Is this really a competition Qi Condensation Initial Stage?!"

Song Qinglin's gaze shifted from Fang Cai to solemnity; this was the first time he truly understood Ye An.

I underestimated you.

Song Qinglin adjusted his breathing rhythm, calmed the blank period after using the Flow-Splitting Peak-Shattering technique, and then made a certain decision.

"Since that's the case... I originally planned to save this next move for those two above." Song Qinglin's gaze lingered on Shen Jingfeng and Jiang Tingxue for a moment, glancing sideways at the outside of the arena.

"And now, you can see it in advance!"

The moment he finished speaking, the azure True Essence around Song Qinglin began to contract rapidly, and the airflow began to change.

The wind rushed in from the edge of the arena, carrying with it broken stones and branches, and swirled around Song Qinglin.

The azure True Essence rapidly compressed, overlapped, and then slowly shaped on his fist!

Strands of azure energy converged from all directions, coiling around his arm and eventually condensing into a semi-transparent phantom.

The phantom grew increasingly solid, until finally a dragon's head appeared before everyone's eyes.

The dragon's head was slightly raised, its whiskers drooping, and the outline of its half-body was still partially visible below its neck. The dragon's head and half-body were coiled behind Song Qinglin.

The azure True Essence circulated around the dragon's head, like a living thing breathing.

"Pseudo-Divine Ability - Azure Dragon's Cry!" Song Qinglin roared, his voice like thunder.

"This is my true trump card!"

"That's my true strength!"

He unleashed a powerful punch.

The dragon head opened its eyes, and its azure True Essence transformed into a roaring phantom, enveloping Song Qinglin's entire True Essence, and crushing towards Ye An.

"This punch... Ye An is doomed to lose." Shen Jingfeng was certain that Song Qinglin's punch had put some pressure on him.

He felt there was no need to watch the outcome of the competition any longer.

Jiang Tingxue didn't answer; Shen Jingfeng's answer was her answer, but she wanted to see what would happen next.

The phantom of a dragon's head rushed towards us, carrying an unstoppable pressure.

Flawed Profound Meaning Eight-Armed Asura!

Two True Essence Arms were simultaneously formed!

Each one was more solid than before, with a halo of alternating blue, white, and cyan light around its edges.

Double Black Tortoise Mountain-Suppressing Palm - Mountain-Supporting.

Double Black Tortoise Mountain-Suppressing Palm - Mountain-Bearing.

Both will be activated simultaneously!

This formed an unprecedented defensive barrier.

The cyan dragon's head crashed into the blue Mountain.

--boom--!

The already dilapidated arena exploded completely upon impact.

Stone fragments rained down in all directions, cracks spread across the platform like a spider web covering every stone surface, and the entire arena shattered with a roar, turning into countless pieces that flew in all directions.

The center of the arena collapsed, and the rubble was crushed into powder under the immense pressure, turning into dust that rose several meters high.

The impact swept outwards, and the disciples watching below were pushed back a few steps by the wind pressure.

Some gravel fell onto the ground outside the field, making a crackling sound for a while before gradually stopping.

No one cared about being hit by falling rocks anymore; all eyes were on the now-disappearing arena.

The two forces continued to collide in the center of the arena.

The blue dragon's head kept tearing and ramming against the surface of the blue Mountain.

The Mountain trembled continuously from the impact, and cracks spread across the barrier's surface, only to be filled and repaired by new True Essence.

Song Qinglin's eyes were bloodshot.

He had truly used all his trump cards, yet he still couldn't defeat Ye An directly?!

He gritted his teeth and poured all his last bit of True Essence into his fist. The Azure Dragon's head swelled up again, but the barrier still couldn't be broken through.

It appeared to be riddled with cracks and on the verge of collapse, yet it never completely shattered.

"Just a little bit more!" At this moment, Song Qinglin had very little True Essence left, and all he could use was brute force.

Ye An unleashed his three internal energy techniques simultaneously: the Black Tortoise Sea-Suppressing Art stabilized his midpoint, the White Tiger Edge-Refining Art continuously invaded, and the Azure Dragon Origin-Returning Art circulated rapidly.

Black Tortoise Mountain-Suppressing Palm - Mountain-Borrowing!

Ye An thrust out with both palms, slowly taming the dragon-headed phantom trapped by the barrier.

Song Qinglin's pupils constricted sharply. "You--!"

Ye An did not push the dragon head back, but instead took it into his palm.

Ye An used the Mountain-Borrowing to its fullest extent at this moment, forcefully catching the illusory Azure Dragon and coiling it in his palm.

The dragon's head was still struggling, its phantom constantly twisting and turning, trying to break free from Ye An's control.

However, Ye An simultaneously channeled his three internal energy techniques in alternating directions, firmly locking the azure dragon shadow in his palm.

The more the dragon head struggled, the weaker it became, and the outline of the dragon head's phantom grew fainter and fainter.

In the very end, the half- Azure Dragon had shrunk to the size of Ye An's palm and slowly dissipated into the air, turning into tiny specks of blue light that drifted away.

"How is this possible..." Song Qinglin was exhausted. His knees buckled and slammed heavily onto the ground.

His hands were on the ground, his head was down, and he was panting heavily. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to lift his head.

The scene was deathly silent.

No one in the crowd below the stage spoke again.

All eyes were fixed on the blue and white figure on the arena.

"The competition is over."

"The victor is Ye An of the Black Tortoise Hall."

With Fu Chongshan's voice fading, the competition came to an end.

The Black Tortoise Hall disciples cheered and jumped for joy, their long-suppressed gloomy emotions finally erupting at this moment.

"Senior Brother Ye won!"

"This answer was quite unexpected, but it's nothing special." Shen Jingfeng didn't linger. After watching the competition, he left calmly. These two were alright, but they posed no threat to him.

Jiang Tingxue looked at the blue and white figure with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

If he had entered the Vermilion Bird Hall back then, would he have achieved what he has today?

On the arena.

Ye An deactivated his Profound Meaning technique and walked towards Song Qinglin.

At this moment, Song Qinglin was still kneeling on the ground.

Recalling the battle just now, if Ye An had wanted to, he could have easily pushed the half- Azure Dragon back. In that situation, he simply didn't have the strength to block it.

Song Qinglin knew in his heart that Ye An had gone easy on him...

The disciples of the Azure Dragon Hall stood at the edge of the arena, and no one came up to help Song Qinglin.

Song Qinglin knelt among the rubble. He suddenly remembered the last time Zhou Zhong lost, the people of the Black Tortoise Hall shouted loudly, "Chief Disciple Zhou played beautifully!" No one left because Zhou Zhong lost.

And now that he's lost? The Azure Dragon Hall is completely silent; no one is offering him any comfort.

Song Qinglin wasn't sad or upset; he had always been alone and was used to it.

But as he knelt on the rubble, a strange sense of loss welled up inside him, as if something he had always thought was unimportant had been gently touched.

Just then, a hand appeared in his field of vision.

"Can you get up? It looks weird kneeling like that."

Looking at the outstretched hand, Song Qinglin would have slapped Ye An's hand away in the past and retorted, "What are you?!"

But now?

Song Qinglin raised his hand slightly, then stopped in mid-air, as if he were struggling with himself.

Finally, he grasped Ye An's hand and used it to stand up.

Fortunately, Ye An didn't suddenly let go halfway through pulling him, otherwise this world might have gained another villain.

Ye An called out towards the Azure Dragon Hall, "Don't just stand there, come and help him up!"

Finally, one person from the Azure Dragon Hall came up and carefully helped Song Qinglin.

Ye An turned around and took two steps.

Song Qinglin's voice came from behind.

"Ye An."

"You wait, I will definitely beat you next time."

Ye An chuckled, continuing his steps without stopping or turning his head.