After a moment of thought, Fang Ling let go of the hands that Du Guyan and Ye Lingling were holding.
Seeing this, the two women smiled faintly and gracefully stepped aside.
They weren't worried at all.
No one understood better than Du Guyan and Ye Lingling just how powerful Fang Ling had become.
Even the prestigious Titled Douluo, Dugu Bo, had to use his martial soul avatar to avoid injury when fighting him.
The immensely powerful soul skill "Blade of Spellbreaker" could not be stopped by any soul power.
Even if it wasn't needed against Yu Tianheng, Fang Ling could just use the miraculous teleportation of _Silver Emperor Flash_ to completely dominate the battle.
No, he likely wouldn't even need that much.
The other team members automatically made space for the duel.
Qin Ming found it hard to stop it.
He was curious himself to see what kind of power Fang Ling now possessed.
Wouldn't he be a Soul King by the time he competed in the Soul Master Tournament a few years later?
As he quietly imagined Heaven Dou winning the upcoming tournament, he gently reminded, "Keep it under control."
Fang Ling's strength was formidable.
Having grown under the harsh training of Dugu Bo, his power had certainly reached another level.
If he didn't hold back, something might go wrong.
"Don't worry, Teacher Qin, I know what I'm doing," Fang Ling replied simply.
Facing Yu Tianheng, whose body was full of flaws,even after his martial soul possession,tsk…
Fang Ling wouldn't even need to use a soul skill. One swipe of his scythe would be enough to overwhelm him.
"Captain, be careful!" Yu Tianheng addressed Fang Ling with this title.
Now that their roles had reversed, he was the challenger, the one with weaker cultivation. The captain's title naturally passed to Fang Ling.
The fact that Fang Ling, who was younger, was the one accepting the challenge evoked mixed feelings.
Yu Tianheng felt quite conflicted.
As the challenged party, Fang Ling thought it over and decided to let him show off a bit.
Then he would end the battle swiftly and cleanly.
When it came to mortal enemies or necessary objectives, he would use any means. But in a friendly sparring match, he preferred to show some grace.
Yu Tianheng wasn't an enemy. As a defeated opponent, he posed no threat at all.
Fang Ling had shown magnanimity before. It would be unbecoming to immediately end the match with Silver Emperor Flash.
It would look petty and lacking in class.
Wouldn't that give off the vibe of a dragon-slayer turning into the dragon himself?
Was he now the "evil dragon"?
As he lightly mocked himself in his mind, Fang Ling suddenly saw Yu Tianheng quickly enter martial soul possession mode.
Crackling currents in the form of bluish-purple snakes coiled around his body.
His right arm swelled into a dragon arm,thick and long, covered in blue-purple scales.
His hand turned into a dragon claw, covered in the same scales. Each knuckle became massive, and his soul rings circled this uniquely mutated arm.
It was the same as before,only slightly stronger due to increased soul power.
It felt similar to Du Guyan's unique martial soul possession, but not as powerful.
Fang Ling held his scythe calmly in one hand and watched quietly.
Yu Tianheng didn't use his long-range Thunder Dragon Claw to test the waters.
He knew Fang Ling's reflexes far surpassed his own.
He couldn't hit him before, guided by that long-handled scythe,now it would be even less likely.
It would be a waste of soul power.
Just like Fang Ling once told him: if you don't use your soul power in battle, will you only regret it after losing?
Saving it won't produce results. He had resolved to go all out from the start.
Maybe by combining his second and third soul skills, he could find a sliver of opportunity?
Though he said otherwise, Yu Tianheng knew in his heart he couldn't win.
But hadn't Fang Ling once been unable to win too?
Even if he couldn't win, at least he could land a hit!
In the desperate hope of the weak defeating the strong, Yu Tianheng exploded with all his potential. His second and third soul rings shone brightly.
At this moment, he could not afford to hold anything back.
As long as he could so much as graze Fang Ling, it would count as a success.
Fang Ling's legs still lacked mobility. Under the Bi Lin Crown, he hadn't yet found a soul bone to regenerate his limbs.
Targeting a weakness was disgraceful, but as the weaker one challenging the strong, of course he had to use everything at his disposal.
Use your strengths to strike at their weaknesses.
Yu Tianheng's purple soul ring gleamed.
His thousand-year soul skill, Wrath of Thunder, activated!
This skill allowed a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master to enter a berserk state for a limited time, doubling their lightning power and increasing soul power by 50%.
If not manually stopped, it would continue until soul power was depleted.
Each activation consumed massive soul power and placed a heavy burden on the body.
If not for this challenge, Yu Tianheng wouldn't release his third soul skill so easily.
After the purple ring flared, dazzling blue light erupted around him.
It was as if the air tore open, lightning pouring out in all directions.
With a deafening boom, the bluish-purple lightning turned nearly white-hot, weaving into a halo that tightly surrounded him, radiating immense power.
Then Yu Tianheng roared, "Heaven-Shaking Thunderstrike!"
The numerous snake-like currents around him responded to the call, suddenly expanding and transforming into countless lightning bolts, shooting forward in a fan-shaped barrage.
This was Yu Tianheng's full-power strike.
With Wrath of Thunder enhancing it, the second soul skill _Heaven-Shaking Thunderstrike_ reached unprecedented power.
As long as it hit Fang Ling, Yu Tianheng believed it could cause real pain, even to a Soul Ancestor.
A Soul Ancestor with a weapon-based martial soul couldn't possibly block it with just his body, right?
And the wide area of effect made it hard to dodge.
Yet, in the face of this fierce attack, Fang Ling merely glanced at it and made no attempt to evade.
Just as the lightning bolts were about to reach him, his third purple soul ring shimmered faintly. His body vanished on the spot and reappeared behind Yu Tianheng.
He had seemingly passed straight through the sea of lightning,but he didn't attack. He just held his scythe calmly.
"Teleportation!"
Yu Tianheng was shocked, then quickly realized and spun around.
Fang Ling was still standing there, expression calm as ever.
Yu Tianheng took a deep breath and gave up on ranged attacks.
A teleportation soul skill,especially one so fast,rendered most ranged techniques meaningless unless their coverage was immense.
Using them would only waste his soul power.
Fang Ling's only real weakness,mobility,had been completely addressed by this teleportation skill.
Now, close combat was the only path.
Close combat,transmit electricity through the scythe to shock him!
Yu Tianheng knew full well that Fang Ling hadn't struck yet because he was waiting for him to attack first.
Such arrogance!
With Wrath of Thunder still active, he prepared a final blow.
Clenching his dragon claw into a fist, he pushed his power to the limit. Countless snake-like sparks exploded from his body, and his fist sliced through the air with unstoppable force.
This was the peak of Yu Tianheng's close combat ability. He could not push further.
Fang Ling nodded slightly, then grew a bit more serious and swung his scythe with both hands.
In Yu Tianheng's stunned gaze, the thick dragon scales on his fist, like last time, offered no resistance.
The scythe's blade brushed his skin and dissipated,leaving only a faint trace of blood.
Yu Tianheng missed, stumbled slightly, then steadied himself and stared at Fang Ling. "Why? My hand wasn't injured. There shouldn't have been any opening."
"Brother Tianheng…" Fang Ling hesitated, seeming reluctant to hurt his pride.
But in the end, he spoke softly, "My instincts tell me… your whole body is full of openings."
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