Na'er vs. Tang Wulin

The two prepared themselves for battle.

Na'er stood in the clearing at the center of Sea God Island, her silver hair fluttering gently in the wind. She looked at Tang Wulin, her pale violet eyes sparkling with eagerness.

The next moment, she extended her right hand, palm up, and a silver light gathered in it.

A silver spear materialized out of thin air.

The spear was silver-white from end to end, intricate dragon patterns flowing along its shaft. Its tip gleamed with an icy light, radiating an ancient, majestic aura.

The instant Na'er gripped the shaft, her entire demeanor changed. The delicate, adorable little girl became a young warrior with her edge fully bared.

"The Silver Dragon Spear." Yun Ming gazed at the silver spear, his eyes brimming with pride.

"The quality of this Martial Soul surpasses even my Heaven-Reaching Divine Spear. Na'er has the greatest talent I've ever seen."

Yun Ming was truly pleased with Na'er's talent. He even intended to groom her as his successor as Pavilion Master.

But before he had finished speaking, Tang Wulin released his Martial Soul across from her.

The Soft-Boned Enchanting Rabbit possessed him, and a pair of rabbit ears sprang upright. Three purple Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet and slowly revolved. Soul Elder-level Soul Power fluctuations spread outward, making everyone present suck in a sharp breath.

Yun Ming's smile froze on his face.

"How is that possible?"

Three purple Soul Rings? A Soul Elder? This child, who looked barely older than Na'er, was already a Soul Elder?

And his first Soul Ring was already of thousand-year quality, with all three Soul Rings at the thousand-year level. His talent was simply outrageous.

Leng Yaozhu looked at Yun Ming's awkward expression, secretly delighted, though she feigned humility as she spoke.

"Oh, Wulin just cultivates a little faster than most. It's nothing special. Pavilion Master Yun Ming, you just said Na'er has extraordinary talent with the spear and can easily fight opponents above her level, didn't you? Then this shouldn't be a problem, right?"

The corner of Yun Ming's mouth twitched, but he steeled himself and said, "Of course. Na'er's Soul Power may be a little lower, but the quality of the Silver Dragon Spear speaks for itself. Fighting above her level is nothing to her."

Even as he spoke, he felt somewhat uncertain. After all, the gap between a Soul Elder and a Soul Grandmaster was undeniable, and Tang Wulin's three Thousand-Year Soul Rings hardly looked easy to deal with.

In the clearing, Na'er moved first.

Her figure flashed as she charged at Tang Wulin like a streak of silver lightning. The Silver Dragon Spear traced a sharp arc through the air, thrusting straight toward his chest.

Her spearwork was remarkably seasoned. Her thrust came from a tricky angle with incredible speed, carrying an unstoppable edge.

Tang Wulin raised an eyebrow slightly. Her spearwork really was impressive, better than that of many adult Soul Masters he had seen. He turned sideways to evade the spear tip and reached out with his right hand to seize the shaft.

But Na'er reacted with lightning speed. With a flick of her wrist, the shaft shuddered violently, knocking Tang Wulin's hand away. At the same time, the butt of the spear swept sideways toward his waist.

Tang Wulin had to retreat a step to evade the blow. Na'er pressed her advantage relentlessly, her spear striking like a dragon as she unleashed an unending barrage.

Her spearwork shifted endlessly, thrusting, sweeping, flicking upward, and cleaving downward in turn. Every move flowed seamlessly into the next, as though it were all one natural whole.

Tang Wulin was driven back again and again, unable to find an opening to counterattack. The Silver Dragon Spear was indeed superior in quality to the Soft-Boned Enchanting Rabbit, and Na'er's exceptional talent with the spear gave her an overwhelming advantage in close combat.

Seeing this, Yun Ming's lips curled into a smile again. "Well? Na'er's spearwork is impressive, isn't it?"

Leng Yaozhu said nothing, merely watching the battle in silence. She trusted that Tang Wulin would not be suppressed so easily.

Sure enough, after retreating several steps, Tang Wulin suddenly stopped. A golden gleam flashed through his eyes, and his entire aura abruptly changed.

"Berserk!"

His second Soul Skill activated, and Tang Wulin's strength instantly surged. His muscles swelled slightly, a faint golden sheen appeared on his skin, and he seemed to have been set ablaze, radiating a savage, ferocious aura.

Na'er's spear tip thrust toward him, but this time Tang Wulin did not dodge. He simply reached out with his right hand and seized it.

Na'er's pupils contracted sharply.

She felt as though her spear had struck an iron mountain. It would not budge. Tang Wulin's hand clamped around the tip like an iron vise, and no matter how hard she pulled, she could not draw it back even an inch.

"Golden Dragon Body!"

Tang Wulin gave a low shout, and a Golden Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, shining alongside his three purple Soul Rings.

A layer of fine golden scales appeared across his body. His Bloodline Power boiled like magma, and he radiated the aura of an ancient savage beast.

Na'er's expression changed. She could feel Tang Wulin's strength continuing to soar. She tried to withdraw her spear and retreat, but he was already moving.

He yanked hard, pulling both Na'er and her spear toward him. At the same time, he clenched his left hand and drove a punch toward her chest.

Na'er reacted swiftly, releasing the spear and leaping backward. But Tang Wulin was faster. With a single Teleportation, he appeared behind her and threw a punch.

Na'er had no time to dodge and could only cross her arms to block. But Tang Wulin's strength was simply too great. She felt as though an ancient dragon had slammed into her, and she flew helplessly through the air, tumbling several times before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Na'er!" Yun Ming's expression changed, and he moved in a flash to rush over.

But Na'er had already climbed to her feet on her own. She brushed the dust off her clothes, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained stubborn. Looking at Tang Wulin, she gritted her teeth and summoned the Silver Dragon Spear back.

"Again!"

She charged at Tang Wulin once more, her spear striking like a dragon. This time, however, he gave her no chance. His figure flickered as he activated Teleportation, appearing directly in front of her.

Na'er thrust her spear, only for Tang Wulin to seize the shaft and swing it violently, flinging her away along with it.

Thud!

Na'er slammed into the ground again. This time, she struggled several times but failed to get up. Tang Wulin's strength was too overwhelming. She could not withstand it at all.

With every collision, she felt as though a mountain had crashed into her. Her arms were numb, the skin between her thumbs and forefingers had split, and she no longer even had the strength to hold her spear.

Tang Wulin walked over to her and offered his hand. "Thank you for the match."

Na'er lay on the ground, gasping for breath. As she looked at the polite smile on Tang Wulin's face, a deep resentment welled up inside her.

Did this guy... really not know how to cherish a delicate flower? She was a girl, after all, yet he had hit so hard, without showing her the slightest mercy.

She gritted her teeth, slapped Tang Wulin's hand away, and climbed to her feet herself. "I lost."

Tang Wulin withdrew his hand and scratched his head awkwardly. "You're really strong too. It's just... I have a lot of strength."

Na'er glared at him without speaking. Of course she knew how strong he was. Those blows had felt like being rammed by a raging bull. She had not had the slightest chance to fight back.

The spearwork she took such pride in had proved utterly useless in the face of absolute strength.

"He's so strong, and he even has a skill like Teleportation. Is this little fellow a monster?"

At the edge of the clearing, Yun Ming's and Leng Yaozhu's expressions formed a stark contrast. Yun Ming looked rather grim. He had thought Na'er's talent was enough to crush anyone her age, only to see her easily defeated by a child who looked barely older than her.

Leng Yaozhu, meanwhile, looked thoroughly smug, the corners of her mouth practically reaching the sky.