Chapter 121: Let Me Give You Three Moves? How About I Give You Three Instead!
Yu Tianheng took a deep breath and stepped forward. Even while facing the Education Committee, the pride in his bones did not diminish in the slightest.
"Chief Meng, this is not private fighting. It is a friendly spar."
"Junior Lin Yuan is extraordinarily talented. I simply wish to exchange pointers with him before practical combat class."
"It will also benefit the future development of the academy's Royal Fighting Team."
The reason sounded dignified and perfectly justified.
Lin Yuan smiled faintly and spoke calmly, neither servile nor overbearing.
"Yes, Chief. Senior Yu is simply too enthusiastic. He insists on letting me witness the might of the world's number one beast martial soul."
"If I refuse, wouldn't that make me seem spineless? After all, I am a spear cultivator."
Meng Shenji observed the sharp tension between the two and knew this battle could not be avoided.
Moreover, he was genuinely curious.
This young man, favored simultaneously by Chen Xin and Dugu Bo, had disappeared for a month. Just how far had he grown?
"Since this is a spar, then there must be rules."
The previously silent third committee member, Zhi Lin, suddenly spoke.
He was a control-system Soul Douluo, famous for his plant-type martial soul, Sky Azure Vine, and most adept at controlling the battlefield.
"I will serve as your referee."
"Stop at the appropriate point. You must not endanger lives or use fatal moves."
"Any objections?"
With a Soul Douluo presiding, there could be no better guarantee.
"No problem!" Yu Tianheng answered confidently.
"Thank you for your trouble, Committee Member Zhi Lin." Lin Yuan inclined his head slightly.
At that moment—
A waft of fragrance drifted through the air as three youthful and beautiful girls hurried through the crowd.
They were Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Ye Lingling, who had rushed over after hearing the news from the Mimicry Training Ground.
"Brother!"
Xiao Wu immediately spotted Lin Yuan standing at the center of the field.
She was about to rush over when Ning Rongrong pulled her back.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Xiao Wu."
Ning Rongrong's lively eyes swept across the scene before settling on Dugu Yan, who had been holding Lin Yuan's arm earlier.
"It seems your Brother Lin Yuan has encountered a 'peach blossom calamity.'"
The three girls walked over to Dugu Yan.
Ye Lingling stepped beside her and asked softly, "Yanyan, what happened?"
"You just got back and already clashed with Yu Tianheng?"
"He used to pester you, but he was never this aggressive."
Dugu Yan looked at her good friends and did not hide anything. She merely shrugged helplessly.
Releasing Lin Yuan's hand, she spoke with mild exasperation.
"What else could it be?"
"Someone's confidence has exploded. Just because he's from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, he thinks I must like him."
"He saw me with Lin Yuan and completely broke down."
Ning Rongrong wore an expression that said she had expected as much.
She folded her arms and looked at Yu Tianheng, who radiated an imposing aura in the arena. A sly smile curved her lips.
"Tsk tsk."
"So this is the legendary 'beauty brings disaster.'"
"Sister Yanyan, your charm is overwhelming."
"Who in the academy doesn't know Yu Tianheng is interested in you? You return and stroll around openly with Lin Yuan. Isn't that stabbing straight into his heart?"
Though her tone was teasing, her eyes were filled with schadenfreude.
She had never liked Yu Tianheng's arrogant, self-proclaimed number one attitude.
Meanwhile, Xiao Wu's gaze remained fixed on the hands Dugu Yan had wrapped around Lin Yuan earlier. She pouted, clearly jealous.
That shameless woman is actually using her beauty to tempt Brother.
...
At the center of the field—
With a wave of Zhi Lin's sleeve, a layer of pale green soul power rose, forming a protective barrier that enveloped the two.
"The match begins!"
The moment his voice fell—
Yu Tianheng held nothing back and instantly released his martial soul.
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, possess!"
A resonant dragon's roar echoed across the field.
Brilliant blue-purple lightning erupted from between his brows and spread across his entire body.
His right arm swelled instantly. His sleeve exploded as blue-purple dragon scales covered it, and his hand transformed into a ferocious dragon claw.
Lightning crackled around him, and his momentum was overwhelming.
At his feet, two yellow and one purple soul rings slowly rose—the optimal configuration.
The imposing aura of a Rank 31 Power Attack System Soul Elder was fully revealed.
"Lin Yuan!"
Bathed in lightning, Yu Tianheng appeared overwhelmingly domineering.
"Reveal your martial soul. I don't want anyone saying I bullied you."
"I'll give you three moves!"
At those showy words, quite a few fangirls in the crowd squealed.
"Senior Tianheng is so handsome!"
"So this is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon? So domineering!"
Lin Yuan looked at Yu Tianheng with a strange gaze.
"Yu Tianheng, are you certain? I think it's better to keep a low profile. You don't even know my cultivation level, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly?"
As his words fell, Lin Yuan clenched his right hand in the air.
A suffocating, terrifying killing intent burst from his body without warning.
The cheering students instantly fell silent, feeling a chill surge from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads.
Even Zhi Lin, acting as referee, narrowed his pupils slightly.
"How terrifying."
"Can a mere youth truly possess such killing intent?"
In the next instant, the God-Killing Spear appeared in Lin Yuan's hand.
But what truly shocked everyone were the soul rings rising beneath his feet.
Lin Yuan did not conceal anything.
The first soul ring rose—not yellow like before, but a ten-thousand-year soul ring.
"What?!"
The entire arena fell into absolute silence.
Before anyone could react—
The second soul ring rose, a dazzling, deep purple thousand-year soul ring.
Then the third rose.
Another ten-thousand-year soul ring.
Black! Purple! Black!
A configuration that completely defied the common sense of the soul master world—something no one would dare imagine in their dreams—was now displayed before them.
Especially that first ten-thousand-year soul ring. The visual impact was akin to a nuclear explosion.
"Is… is that even possible for a human?"
"A ten-thousand-year first soul ring? How is that possible? Wouldn't his body explode?"
On the opposite side of the arena—
Yu Tianheng's mind went completely blank.
The battle intent and pride that once filled his eyes were replaced with dullness and fear.
In that instant, his worldview shattered.
His proud Rank 31 cultivation. His proud, optimal soul ring configuration.
In front of Lin Yuan, they were nothing.
"This is impossible! It must be an illusion!"
Yu Tianheng shook his head violently, trying to regain clarity. His voice was hoarse as he shouted:
"Lin Yuan! What trick did you use?"
"No one has ever absorbed a ten-thousand-year first soul ring! You're lying!"
Lin Yuan merely glanced at him indifferently, the God-Killing Spear trembling slightly in his hand.
The bone-chilling cold radiating from it made Yu Tianheng shudder, as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.
Illusion or not, the body's instinctive reaction was the most honest answer.
"You want to give me three moves?"
"How about I give you three instead?"
End of Chapter