Dragon God vs. Imperial Fighting! Crushing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon with One Hand

In the surrounding stands, the shouts and roars of nearly a hundred thousand people boiled like scalding water, shaking the iron chains hanging from the ceiling into faint tremors.

Just before the match began, the betting total froze at nine hundred seventy thousand Gold Soul Coins. On the enormous crystal scoreboard hanging east of the Soul Fighting Platform, the deep-blue Imperial Fighting emblem faced off against the pitch-black Dragon God insignia.

Hovering in midair, the host, Doudou, beat the snowy dove wings on her back and sent her impassioned voice ringing throughout the arena through the Amplifying Soul Tool. "The decisive team battle! The Imperial Fighting Team versus the Dragon God Team! Both sides, release your martial souls-let the match begin!!"

Boom! A heavy blast of air erupted directly from the eastern side of the arena!

At the very front, Yu Tianheng took half a step forward. Amid the raging air currents, every strand of his short, deep-blue hair stood on end. His level-thirty-nine soul power surged through his meridians, and three Soul Rings-two yellow and one purple-spiraled upward around his feet.

A piercing dragon cry tore through the air. His right arm abruptly swelled an entire size, bursting his sleeve into strips of cloth.

Fine, deep-blue dragon scales spread wildly from his elbow to his fingertips. The bones in his palm lengthened and thickened, and his sinister, three-inch dragon claws abruptly clenched. A string of deep-blue lightning arcs crackled through the seams between the floor tiles, blasting several charred gouges into the solid granite.

On either side of him, the Shi Brothers let out muffled roars in unison. Their Soul Rings blazed as thick, blackened Tortoiseshell Armor closed over their chests and backs. Two heavy, half-body tortoise shields stood across the front line, radiating an earthy, brutal sense of pressure.

Yu Feng, the Wind Chime Bird Soul Elder, transformed his arms into wings and spiraled into the air. Osler, the Ghost Leopard Soul Elder, lowered his center of gravity and skimmed toward the flank like a black shadow.

Dugu Yan moved in small, shifting steps, staying tightly behind the two tortoise shields. Her emerald snake eyes stared straight ahead, while the faint silhouette of a deep-purple jade-scaled python swayed above her head.

At the very rear, Ye Lingling cradled a pink-and-white Begonia Flower. Beneath her black veil, her face remained cool and distant, while three Soul Rings slowly pulsed up and down.

Seven top-tier martial souls, every member a Soul Elder with the ideal Soul Ring configuration!

At that moment, the crowd's cheers were driven to their absolute peak!

Compared with the fierce Imperial Fighting Team, the western side of the arena looked empty, almost shabby.

"Nine Treasures Have Names! First: Strength! Second: Speed!!"

Ning Rongrong's wrists moved in a blur. Above her palm, a delicate little pagoda spun, flowing with lustrous, nine-colored radiance.

With her clear, ringing cry, two beams of nine-colored light, condensed almost into substance, shot out and settled firmly into Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

As the enhancement from the greatest sect under heaven descended, their already fierce auras abruptly doubled!

Inside the highest VIP box, Qin Ming sprang out of his armchair.

That wasn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda at all... There were clearly nine whole layers of divine light circling that tower!

Before the Imperial Fighting Team could recover from that divine radiance, Zhu Zhuqing's pupils narrowed into vertical slits. Like a black arrow loosed from its bowstring, she shot straight toward their flank!

Drawing on the speed boost, Xiao Wu likewise kicked hard against the ground and sprang up, her pink afterimages carving several sharp zigzags across the stone platform.

"Shi Brothers, tighten formation! Yanzi, deploy the poison formation!"

Yu Tianheng roared, but his forward charge never slowed. He did not even turn his head to check on the teammates being ambushed behind him.

From beginning to end, his eyes held only the white-robed figure thirty meters away.

Su Chen stood quietly in the middle of the arena, both hands hanging at his sides. He neither assumed a defensive stance nor revealed so much as a single Soul Ring.

His dark-gold double pupils remained coldly lowered, as though the oncoming lightning storm were nothing more than a breeze stirring the hem of his robe.

That indifference, as though he were looking at empty air, sent the fury in Yu Tianheng's heart burning straight through his reason.

The humiliation in the corridor earlier had been an unbearable disgrace for a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon like him! At Heaven Dou Royal Academy, even princes of the imperial family had to politely address him as captain. What gave this country bumpkin from Suotuo City, who didn't even dare reveal his Soul Rings, the right to look down on him?!

"You don't even dare reveal your martial soul! Get on your knees!!"

The first two Soul Rings beneath Yu Tianheng's feet erupted simultaneously in dazzling purple and yellow light!

"First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"

"Second Soul Skill, Thunderous Might!"

The explosive strength of a power attack system Soul Elder was pushed to its absolute peak.

The dragon scales on his right arm stood up like barbs. The lightning dancing at his fingertips swelled severalfold, transforming into masses of bucket-thick lightning serpents that writhed in every direction.

The lightning twisted wildly together, wrenching the phantom of a deep-blue thunder dragon a full fifty feet long into existence above his head!

The great dragon threw back its head and roared. Wrapped in a lightning tempest capable of rending metal and stone, it followed that savage right claw and crashed down toward the crown of Su Chen's head!

The hard granite platform shattered inch by inch. Before the flying fragments could fall back to the ground, the furious, scorching electrical arcs burned them into wisps of smoke.

Waves of air swept outward with mountain-toppling, sea-overturning force, forcing even Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing nearby to ride the impact backward through the air to shed its force.

"He's overconfident! He wants to withstand a level-thirty-nine Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon with his flesh alone?!"

The gamblers in the stands screamed in fright. In the private room, Manager Ao went deathly pale. The crystal cup in his hand fell to the floor with a crack and shattered into fragments.

Only Qin Ming in the VIP seats wore an expression of utter gravity, his gaze locked on Su Chen's face... Facing that vicious thunder dragon capable of grinding tempered steel to pieces, the white-robed youth's eyes showed not the slightest ripple!

Su Chen moved.

Facing the lightning storm crashing down from the sky, he calmly took half a step forward.

Then his slender right hand emerged from his loose sleeve, its five fingers slightly spread, and rose to meet it.

Whoosh...!

There were no dazzling Soul Rings, nor any shriek of surging soul power tearing through the air. Only a dark-gold current of pure yang gang qi, profound and domineering to the extreme, spread silently from deep within his muscles and bones!

The raging Thunderous Might struck the air three inches beyond Su Chen's palm, as though it had smashed headfirst into a sheer, divine mountain spanning past and present!

The next instant, Su Chen's five fingers pressed firmly against the thunder dragon's face.

Bang!! The heavy crash shook the entire arena.

That flesh-and-blood palm, which looked so tiny before the enormous dragon head, remained fixed in midair, forcibly stopping the fifty-foot deep-blue thunder dragon a mere half foot in front of him!

No matter how the dragon lashed its tail and roared, the violent electrical arcs striking Su Chen's skin vanished like clay oxen sinking into the sea, unable to leave even a black mark.

"The thunder dragon you're so proud of is nothing but a tangled clump of filth in my eyes."

Su Chen's voice tore through the thunder and stabbed clearly into Yu Tianheng's ears.

As his words fell, the five fingers of Su Chen's right hand, poised against the dragon's head, suddenly clenched inward!

Crack! Crack...!!

Ear-splitting bursts of shattering rang out one after another.

Under the stunned gazes of nearly a hundred thousand people, Su Chen's bare hand crushed the majestic deep-blue thunder dragon inch by inch, its electrical radiance disintegrating!

Like red-hot refined iron, pure yang gang qi drove brutally into the dragon's body, melting the network and framework formed from level-thirty-nine soul power inch by inch before crushing them to dust!

Bang...!!! With an earth-shaking explosion, the enormous thunder dragon's head burst apart completely in Su Chen's palm!

Scattered flecks of deep-blue light splashed everywhere like fireworks, and the entire thunder dragon dissolved into a skyful of luminous rain with a mournful cry!

"Puaaah-!!"

Yu Tianheng threw back his head and spat out a great mouthful of hot blood. Under the tremendous impact, the deep-blue dragon scales covering his forearm curled back and shattered in swathes, clattering onto the stone slabs amid dazzling sprays of blood.

His finger bones slipped out of alignment, and his wrist snapped with a crisp crack. His entire thick, heavy arm drooped limply, blood dripping down through the ruined scales.

It was not over yet.

Riding the remaining force from crushing the thunder dragon's head, Su Chen closed in. His right hand shot out like an iron clamp and seized Yu Tianheng's blood-drenched right wrist in a crushing grip!

With a sudden exertion of that single arm, he lifted the level-thirty-nine Battle Soul Elder, renowned throughout Heaven Dou Imperial City, into the raging wind with one hand!

Yu Tianheng's legs kicked violently in midair. His neck had turned blue and purple from being strangled, and his bulging eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the white-robed youth mere inches away.

In the deepest reaches of those ever-arrogant eyes, all the confidence and pride his sect had given him were smashed to pieces at that moment.

At the very rear of the team, Ye Lingling held her Begonia Flower, her lips slightly parted beneath her black veil. Unprecedented shock and bewilderment surfaced in her eyes.

He had crushed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon with his bare hand? Without even revealing his martial soul, from beginning to end?

Holding the nearly breathless Yu Tianheng, Su Chen shifted his gaze slightly and swept a cold look over the Imperial Fighting team members, who had gone completely rigid ahead of him. With a casual flick, he tossed the half-dead Blue Lightning captain at his feet.

"The rest of you can come at me together."