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Ye Lan's gaze remained calm as he looked at Yu Tianheng.
"No need. Use your soul skills and soul power all you want. It won't change the outcome of this fight."
Yu Tianheng stared at Ye Lan's composed expression, suppressing a surge of anger.
This guy is just a Great Soul Master, yet he's acting like I'm the one out of my depth.
I'm a level thirty-eight Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Battle Soul Elder!
"Fine then! I'll let you witness my full power—at least you'll lose with some dignity!"
"Yu Tianheng, martial soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon! Level thirty-eight, assault-type Battle Soul Elder!" Yu Tianheng's voice was like a tyrant dragon declaring war.
"Ye Lan, martial soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level twenty-four, life-attribute Great Soul Master," Ye Lan replied calmly.
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—possess!"
A blue lightning mark appeared between Yu Tianheng's brows. A torrent of blue soul power and electric arcs burst forth from the mark, wrapping his entire body.
Thin, snake-like bolts of violet-blue lightning coiled around him, crackling with sharp arcs of electricity.
The possession of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon didn't change Yu Tianheng's facial features. The only drastic change was to his right arm.
His right hand transformed into a massive blue dragon claw, and his arm lengthened by half a foot.
The thunder-dragon arm became thick and powerful, its exposed skin covered in layers of violet-blue dragon scales.
Countless arcs of lightning danced along the surface of the claw.
His yellow, yellow, and purple soul rings had shrunk to circle around the dragon claw itself.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan possessed a secret Dragon Transformation technique. Once their soul masters reached level thirty, they could partially transform their bodies into draconic form.
At every major rank thereafter, they could transform more of their body, culminating in full dragon form at the Soul Sage level. This gave Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters decades more experience controlling their martial soul's true form than others.
But there was a drawback: the untransformed parts of their body were definitely weaker than a fully transformed beast martial soul under possession.
In other words, aside from the dragon claw, the rest of Yu Tianheng's body was a potential weak point.
After completing his martial soul possession, Yu Tianheng noticed Ye Lan still hadn't made a move.
"What's the matter? Scared by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon? Summon your martial soul!" he demanded.
Ye Lan shook his head. "I want to test the strength of a top-tier assault-type beast martial soul. Don't let me down."
Yu Tianheng was about to mock him when Ye Lan suddenly accelerated, sprinting toward him.
So fast!
That's even faster than Oslo!
Ye Lan used his burst of speed to launch a punch straight at Yu Tianheng's face.
Though Ye Lan's speed was impressive, they had kept some distance before the fight started, so it still took him a moment to reach Yu Tianheng.
That brief moment was enough for Yu Tianheng to react—he raised his right claw to block Ye Lan's fist.
A tremendous force exploded from Ye Lan's punch, forcing Yu Tianheng back three steps.
His strength… it's this strong too?
It's not weaker than mine!
And this is a Blue Silver Grass soul master?
Yu Tianheng didn't realize Ye Lan's power came from combining speed with impact—he thought Ye Lan's raw strength was equal to his own.
Ye Lan, having knocked Yu Tianheng back, stood still, feeling the pain and numbness in his arm.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul truly was tricky.
The lightning didn't just damage him, it also came with a paralyzing effect.
Fortunately, the Blue Silver Grass within his body was constantly converting life energy to repair his damaged cells, and the pain quickly faded.
But the numbness lingered, as though countless sparks were still crawling over his skin.
Yu Feng, seeing Ye Lan's speed, looked surprised. "Oslo, isn't he faster than us? If Ye Lan really joins our team, won't we be the ones benched?"
Oslo frowned and tried to reassure him. "Don't worry too much, Yu. Once we activate our soul skills, Ye Lan won't be able to match our speed."
Yu Feng rolled his eyes. "Don't call me 'Yu'—I'm plenty grown, alright?"
"Funny, I don't hear you correcting the junior girls when they call you that," Oslo said with a sly smile.
Aside from Oslo and Yu Feng, the rest of the Heaven Dou First Team members looked visibly shocked.
Is he really just a level twenty-four Blue Silver Grass Great Soul Master?
The three elders of the Academic Committee and Dugu Bo, however, remained calm—as if this was expected.
Although Yu Tianheng wasn't injured after retreating three steps, his expression was grim—this fight was going to be tough.
He had no soul skills to boost his speed. Even if he didn't know whether Ye Lan had any, Ye Lan's base speed already outclassed him completely.
That put him at a severe disadvantage.
If Ye Lan chose to kite him rather than engage directly, it would turn into a battle of soul power endurance.
Whoever ran out first would lose.
Yu Tianheng knew he had to be absolutely certain before using his first or second soul skills—wasting soul power recklessly could cost him the fight.
Ye Lan shook his right arm, covering it in a surge of golden soul power. The lingering lightning in his arm was quickly eradicated.
Sensing how easily he could purge the energy once it lost Yu Tianheng's support, Ye Lan felt reassured.
If it had been difficult to remove, he might have been forced to spend most of the battle just neutralizing it.
"Blood Armor—Full Form!" Ye Lan shouted.
The blood within his body surged and heated rapidly, filling him with blood-red soul power.
Yu Tianheng caught the smell of blood in the air and frowned. He didn't know what "Blood Armor—Full Form" meant.
The next instant, he understood.
From three meters away, Ye Lan blurred into a crimson afterimage, and a force even greater than before erupted from his abdomen.
"Ugh!"
Yu Tianheng gagged mid-flight after being struck.
Forcing down the urge to vomit, he stabbed his dragon claw into the white floor.
Like a blade sinking into soft tofu, his claw tore open three massive cracks, sending shards of stone flying.
Stabilizing himself, Yu Tianheng locked his eyes on Ye Lan.
He saw Ye Lan rapidly closing in, a blood-red crescent arc cutting through the air toward him.
But instead of panicking, Yu Tianheng's mouth twisted into a cruel smile.
The first yellow soul ring on his dragon claw lit up.
"Thunderclap Dragon Claw!"
(End of Chapter)