Battle maniac?
Faced with provocation
Yu Tianheng, heir of the prestigious Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, was not one to be outdone in momentum.
"Then let's fight!"
"Let me see what kind of genius earned the Silver Soul Fighter title in a life-or-death battle!"
With a powerful shout, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit possessed him.
A dazzling blue light suddenly flared from the center of his brow and instantly spread throughout his body.
A blue lightning-shaped mark appeared on his forehead.
His right arm swelled and transformed into a dragon arm, massive, longer by half a foot, and covered in blue-violet scales.
His right hand turned into a dragon claw, each joint protruding sharply, layered in thick dragon scales.
Three spirit rings, yellow, yellow, purple, spiraled around his mutated arm, instead of circling his body like with most spirit masters.
Snakes of blue-violet electricity slithered out and coiled around his body.
A low dragon roar escaped his lips, and the prideful aura unique to a true dragon spirit swept over the area.
He was serious now.
And he had to be.
To have slain 30 to 40 blood-soaked soul masters in life-and-death battles and risen to the rank of Silver Soul Fighter, just how strong must such a person be?
Even Yu Tianheng himself was only a Silver Soul Fighter through tactical matches.
Even if the opponent was merely a Grandmaster Soul Master with a broken leg, he deserved respect.
Everyone around backed away, giving the two ample space.
Qin Ming observed the scene closely.
He too summoned his spirit.
Yellow flames burst from his body, and his muscles expanded rapidly beneath his clothes, stretching his loose garments taut. His eyes turned yellow.
He was ready to intervene at any moment.
To prevent anything unexpected.
"Yu Tianheng. Martial Spirit: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Rank 33, Power Attack System Soul Exalted."
Since Fang Ling had introduced himself earlier, Yu Tianheng followed combat protocol and did the same.
He didn't immediately use his ranged soul skills.
For a Soul Exalted to initiate against a mere Grandmaster Soul Master would seem unsporting.
Du Guyan was watching, he had to maintain his composure.
As the team captain, he also needed to show authority to his future teammates.
Fang Ling waited a moment, then frowned.
So you won't attack first? Fine, I will!
Excited, he charged forward, his first spirit ring glowing.
His neural reflexes surged.
The Star Mole transformation had become his standard combat mode.
It consumed little soul power but greatly enhanced his reflexes, giving him more freedom to react.
He gripped his scythe with both hands, raising it diagonally behind him.
Then came a powerful horizontal slash!
His Martial Spirit evolved from a short scythe of several dozen centimeters to a massive two-meter-long war scythe. His fighting style inevitably changed.
After adjustments made by his instructors at War King Academy and guidance on scythe techniques,
His combat style had to become broad and bold.
Just like now, the sharp scythe blade, wielded with full strength, tore through the air at high speed, producing a piercing wind howl.
In a flash, it slashed straight at Yu Tianheng.
Its momentum was overwhelming. Left undefended, it could easily slice a person in two.
Yu Tianheng merely stepped back slightly, dodging the inner arc of the blade.
But he didn't retreat fully.
The attack was strong, but he was the Soul Exalted here, he had the raw power advantage.
Why should he fear a head-on clash with a Grandmaster Soul Master?
His thick dragon arm crackled with blue-violet lightning.
His dragon claw clenched into a fist and struck out.
Clashing directly with the outer edge of the downward slashing scythe.
Then suddenly, Fang Ling's second spirit ring flared.
A faint glow shimmered on the scythe's blade.
"What kind of soul skill is that?!"
Yu Tianheng's eyes narrowed. Sensing danger, he finally tried to activate his first spirit skill.
It wasn't arrogance.
His first two skills were both ranged. Only the third was a power-up. He couldn't exactly open with a thousand-year-level Thunder Wrath, could he?
He had his pride.
As a lightning-attribute spirit, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's skills activated quickly.
But not quicker than Fang Ling's.
All he could manage in time was a faint trace of thunder lightning on his claw.
BOOM
A thunderous crash exploded across the training field, shattering the stillness.
The clash ended with Fang Ling being forced back.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was, after all, a top-tier beast spirit. Even without using spirit rings, its possessed form provided tremendous power.
Fang Ling's advantage in initiative couldn't overcome raw strength.
But his attack wasn't ineffective.
Dragon scales were broken, and a deep wound appeared on the toughest dragon claw, blood dripping from it.
He could still fight, it wasn't serious.
Even without spirit rings, the power was overwhelming. High strength, fierce offense, and terrifying defense.
The surprise strike from Curse Blade had minimal effect, and he even suffered a brief paralysis from the electric shock.
"So this is a top-tier Martial Spirit…"
Fang Ling cursed inwardly, growing even more desperate for a spirit evolution.
Meanwhile, he was knocked backward uncontrollably.
Luckily, the paralysis faded quickly.
Using the scythe's handle to stabilize himself, Fang Ling shifted his stance. The scythe, knocked into the air, spun once in his grip.
He adjusted his hold to the rear of the handle, letting go with his right hand.
His left hand gripped tightly, and he twisted his body, driving a quick follow-up slash.
Yu Tianheng, cautious now, dared not take the hit. Bearing the pain, he quickly retreated.
"What kind of soul skill was that?"
Even mid-battle, he felt awkward asking such a question.
So before Fang Ling could answer, he explained his own skills:
"My first soul skill is a mid-to-long-range Thunder Dragon Claw. The second is Thunderburst Barrage, which fires lightning arrows in all directions and causes paralysis. The third is Thunder's Wrath, a self-boosting skill."
Since they were future teammates, the skills would be known eventually.
He also wanted to show magnanimity in front of Du Guyan.
With the same reasoning, Fang Ling paused, then said:
"My second soul skill, Curse Blade, is a one-time amplification skill. When activated, my next attack's damage increases by 250%."
That said, this skill was designed for surprise attacks.
If it's close combat, you will get hit.
Even if you know, you can't react fast enough.
"Must use a lot of soul power," Yu Tianheng muttered, clearly wary and cursing in his heart.
How could a true dragon spirit master avoid close combat?
And the skill activated so fast, it was practically instantaneous.
Using it for melee was just plain unfair, he'd have to constantly stay on guard.
Fang Ling chuckled softly and didn't respond to the probing. He twirled the scythe playfully in his hands.
"Senior, why don't you guess, when I'll use it again?"
Yu Tianheng's face darkened.
Guess your ass. Better just stay on alert, or maybe switch to ranged attacks.
The only thing working in his favor.
Fang Ling was vulnerable to electricity.
He could be paralyzed.
That meant he was still beatable.
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