Yu Tianxin had been sent flying into the sky, utterly shaken.
He had thought a single close-range strike would knock his opponent out, only for reality to slap him hard across the face. Now he wanted to curse.
Who said ranged Soul Masters had weak defense and close-combat attacks? Come out, all of you! I promise I won't beat you to death.
Yu Tianxin felt that all his theory classes had been a waste. Full marks in core Soul Master theory? Full marks in Soul Master history? It was all a lie.
But he was a genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, after all, and he quickly regained his composure. Behind him, his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul began darting through the air.
Then a surge of energy flowed into his right hand from behind him, and densely packed scales rapidly spread down his right arm to his palm.
In that brief span, he completed the first stage of Dragon Transformation. A blue lightning dragon over a meter long formed around his arm, its head lunging downward with fangs bared and claws brandished.
"Zhu Zhuqing, even if you can fight at close range, you're still no match for me. Join our Thunder Academy. I won't hurt you."
"As long as you agree to join, I'll tell you that big secret."
Watching this endlessly babbling, long-winded young man, Zhu Zhuqing wanted to give him a savage beating. How could a man have so much nonsense to spout?
Yellow, yellow, purple, black-four Soul Rings swiftly moved onto her Martial Soul, the Sun-Shooting Bow. An overwhelmingly powerful pressure immediately descended upon the small Soul Fighting Platform.
Then three arrows flickering with lightning appeared on the bowstring.
In the private boxes of the central main Soul Fighting Arena, those who recognized