Golden light and blue arcs exploded at the same time, their radiance spreading.
Zhang Chulan made the first move.
The Yang Seed suddenly swelled inside him. Surging blood and vitality flooded his limbs, and his speed instantly climbed to its limit. He became a streak of blue-white lightning, charging toward Zhang Lingyu.
Lightning gathered in his palm, compressed, and then shot forward as he thrust his hand out.
Yang Five Thunders: Palm Thunder!
A bowl-thick pillar of lightning blasted from his palm with a piercing thunderclap, spreading like a spiderweb straight toward Zhang Lingyu's face.
Zhang Lingyu raised his right hand. Black lightning poured from his palm, forming a pitch-black barrier before him. The lightning pillar struck it, bursting into dazzling light.
Blue-white arcs intertwined with black lightning Qi, making sizzling sounds of corrosion. A strong scorched smell filled the air.
A battle between Yang Five Thunders and Yin Five Thunders.
The two streams of lightning Qi collided, tangled, and devoured each other in the arena. Yang Five Thunders was fierce and overwhelming; Yin Five Thunders was yielding and dense. One yang, one yin; one hard, one soft.
It was like a lightning dragon thrashing in a swamp.
The blasts of air from the exploding lightning swept up the dust on the arena floor, forming rings of visible shock waves that spread outward.
The spectators could barely keep their eyes open in the gale. Some even instinctively raised their hands to shield their faces.
"So strong..."
"Is that really Zhang Chulan? That shameless bastard? He can actually hold his own against Zhang Lingyu..."
"Shit, this bastard's been playing weak to catch everyone off guard!"
Zhang Chulan retreated two steps, shook out his numb hands, and grinned.
Yang Five Thunders consumed a great deal of energy, but the Yang Seed kept