On the stage, Diwu Huan'er's lovely face remained calm and serene as she quietly observed Yu Tianlong approaching. She had a feeling—this person might just be able to make her a little more excited.
"Heavenly Dragon Sect, Yu Tianlong!" Yu Tianlong declared as he stepped onto the stage, locking his blazing gaze on Diwu Huan'er.
"Second match of the individual elimination round, begin!" Zheng Zhan announced.
"Hah!" Without hesitation, Yu Tianlong shouted as his body expanded rapidly. Sharp, crackling thunder rang out from him as blue-violet dragon scales began emerging from his right arm, swiftly spreading across his entire body. His frame doubled in size, radiating immense strength and dominance. Under that dazzling glow, two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings rose from beneath his feet.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul!
Diwu Huan'er's expression remained unmoved, not reacting even to the famous Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul. Her innate dragon might, however, spread unchecked across the stage. The oppressive, tyrannical aura flooded the entire arena, causing even the Title Douluo Zheng Zhan to reveal a stunned and heavy expression. He could hardly believe that he—a Title Douluo—was actually feeling pressure from a Soul Sage. That was absurd!
If even Zheng Zhan felt this pressure, Yu Tianlong certainly couldn't be immune. In fact, the moment Huan'er released her aura, he experienced an unprecedented fear. His martial soul—his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—was trembling!
Had it not been for his iron will, he might have ended up like Xing Yan earlier—completely paralyzed under the suppression of her superior bloodline.
Yu Tianlong acted first. He knew that if this continued, he would inevitably lose. Without hesitation, he took a large stride forward, rubbing his hands together to quickly form a blue-violet lightning orb, then made a throwing motion.
As he held the orb in his right hand, his first three soul rings flared simultaneously. Thousands of arcs of thunder and lightning burst forth from his body, converging onto the orb. The orb rapidly absorbed this immense energy, changing from blue-violet to deep purple-black. Its aura transformed from violent electricity to pure destructive lightning—it was terrifying.
Just from this one orb, his prowess was clear. His control over lightning elements had reached an awe-inspiring level. If he ever became a Title Douluo in the future, he might even grasp the true Ultimate Lightning.
What a pity. For all his talent, Yu Tianlong still couldn't turn the tide. Diwu Huan'er didn't even try to interrupt him—she simply watched, amused, as he completed his attack.
Sure enough, Yu Tianlong hurled the pitch-black orb of destruction toward her.
Diwu Huan'er's eyes lit up with excitement as she stared at the orb. She could easily sense the destructive power condensed within, forged from compressed thunder energy—but she showed no fear. Even if it were a genuine orb of annihilation, she was confident she could break it with a punch!
"Haha, good one!" she laughed, raising her small fist. Golden flames ignited across her golden-scaled arm. A majestic, divine Dragon-Lion phantom emerged around her fist, making her appear even more valiant and heroic.
She moved lightly, throwing her flaming fist straight at the orb. Under the gaze of a worried yet curious audience, her fist met the orb. Fire and thunder collided violently.
Boom! The orb shattered into a thousand purple-black lightning bolts that shot out like writhing snakes, scorching the platform and striking the protective barrier, leaving charred holes behind.
The fact that the orb left marks on the barrier made Zheng Zhan click his tongue. His gaze on Diwu Huan'er grew more cautious.
Not only was she unscathed, she had punched the lightning orb to pieces. Yu Tianlong could hardly accept it—but he had no time to doubt himself, because Huan'er was already charging at him. Her flame-wreathed fist struck his chest, sending him flying backward.
Diwu Huan'er's third soul skill: Divine Dragon-Lion Fist!
Yu Tianlong struggled to get up. He rubbed his chest where her punch had landed. "Oof, that hurts!" His face contorted in pain, making those watching want to laugh.
"Oh? You're quite durable," Diwu Huan'er said with a playful smile.
Yu Tianlong looked grim. He knew he couldn't defeat her. But he had to make her expend as much soul power as possible to give his teammates a fighting chance.
The Heavenly Dragon Sect team no longer dreamed of beating Shrek Academy. In their eyes, simply forcing Huan'er off the field would be a huge victory.
With that determination, Yu Tianlong ignored the pain and released his fourth soul skill: Thunder Dragon Head. A giant lightning-formed dragon head emerged and charged at Huan'er. He followed immediately behind it, unleashing his fifth and sixth soul skills mid-charge.
Dozens of thick bolts of lightning descended around him, forming a deadly electric field—Thunder Hell, his fifth skill, which could numb opponents on contact. Simultaneously, he unleashed Blue Lightning Dragon Breath, his sixth skill—an electrifying breath attack.
Three powerful soul skills, launched at once. Yu Tianlong had gone all in.
But it wasn't enough.
Diwu Huan'er calmly punched forward again, summoning another vivid Dragon-Lion. It roared forward and collided with the thunder dragon head. The dragon head was swallowed whole, and although the Dragon-Lion phantom dimmed, it still charged straight through Thunder Hell before vanishing.
Yu Tianlong's heart sank. He stepped forward rapidly—he had to trap her in the Thunder Hell zone to force her to reveal more abilities.
But Diwu Huan'er had already seen through his plan. She was done playing.
Standing still, she parted her lips. A clear dragon roar rang out, accompanied by the flare of her fourth soul ring, a black one. The mystical tone of her Dragon-Lion Roar echoed across the field. Zheng Zhan and Yu Tianlong immediately realized the roar was no ordinary sound.
Zheng Zhan grunted and used his powerful soul force to resist, though his face flushed red—whether from blood surging or something else was unclear.
Yu Tianlong had no such protection. The instant the roar sounded, his blood froze, his limbs chilled, and the energy of the roar slammed into him like a great bell: DUANG! DUANG! He collapsed just ten meters from Diwu Huan'er.
Diwu Huan'er's fourth soul skill: Dragon-Lion Roar!
After Yu Tianlong fell, the next fighter from the Heavenly Dragon Sect was Lan Xin, a Soul Emperor with a Blue Dragon martial soul. Although the Blue Dragon was a water-type true dragon, he still couldn't stand against Huan'er's Ultimate Fire. After just a few punches, he was knocked unconscious.
Then came Yu Tianhuan, another Soul Emperor with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul. But he was no Yu Tianlong—Diwu Huan'er finished him with a few casual punches.
With all their Soul Emperors defeated, the Heavenly Dragon Sect still refused to admit defeat. They sent out their three remaining Soul Kings: Feng Wu the Green Dragon, Du Yuhou the Yellow Dragon, and Wang Yiming the White Dragon.
Predictably, if their four Soul Emperors couldn't beat Huan'er, the three Soul Kings didn't stand a chance.
They succeeded only in helping Diwu Huan'er become the first contestant after the group stage to complete a clean one-versus-seven sweep!
Heavenly Dragon Sect, seriously… I'm crying for you.
(End of Chapter)
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