On the stage, Wu Huan'er's delicate face was calm and unruffled. Her golden eyes rested quietly on Yu Tianlong, who was stepping up onto the arena. Deep down, she had a feeling—this opponent might finally give her at least a little excitement.
"Heavenly Dragon Gate, Yu Tianlong!" Yu Tianlong announced, his eyes burning as they locked onto hers.
"Second individual match—begin!" declared Zheng Zhan.
"Haah!"
With a sharp roar, Yu Tianlong's body swelled with power. Lightning crackled violently across his skin, and blue-violet dragon scales burst forth, spreading from his right arm to envelop his entire body. His frame doubled in size, radiating raw strength and overwhelming dominance. Around him, six spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—rose from beneath his feet, gleaming with dazzling light.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul!
Wu Huan'er's expression didn't change. Even when facing the famously powerful Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, her gaze remained as still as a quiet lake.
Then her own draconic aura surged forth.
It spread like a tidal wave, vast and unstoppable. The oppressive might of her Suanni bloodline—the golden Flame Lion among dragons—filled the arena. Even Zheng Zhan, a Titled Douluo, felt his heart tighten. His eyes widened in disbelief.
Impossible... I'm a Titled Douluo—how can I feel pressure from a Soul Saint?
If Zheng Zhan, with his strength, could feel it, then Yu Tianlong certainly could not escape it.
The moment Wu Huan'er released her aura, Yu Tianlong's face drained of color. His Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon trembled violently, its bloodline bowing instinctively to the superior might of the Suanni.
If not for Yu Tianlong's sheer willpower, he would have already frozen in place like Xing Yan before him—paralyzed by the difference in bloodline rank.
Yu Tianlong didn't dare delay. He knew that if he hesitated for even a second, defeat would be certain.
He crossed his hands together, conjuring a blue-violet lightning orb in front of him. Sparks crackled madly, and his first three spirit rings lit up in unison.
Countless arcs of lightning gathered, drawn from every pore of his body, fusing into the orb. Its glow darkened from blue-violet to deep purple-black, and its aura shifted—from violent thunder to pure annihilation.
Even the spectators could feel the air tremble with destructive power.
Zheng Zhan's eyes narrowed. His control over lightning is excellent. If he reaches Titled Douluo someday, he might truly grasp the Ultimate Thunder.
Unfortunately, his opponent today was Wu Huan'er.
She made no move to interrupt his preparations—instead, she watched him with curious amusement, as if observing a child's effort.
At last, Yu Tianlong finished gathering his energy. The lightning sphere in his hand had condensed into a compact orb, dark as ink and radiating destruction. With a fierce shout, he hurled it straight at her.
Wu Huan'er's eyes lit up with excitement. Her instincts easily perceived the compressed destructive energy within, yet there was no fear in her expression.
"Ha! Well done!"
She clenched her golden-scaled fist, flames of gold bursting to life around it. A majestic image of a Suanni Lion manifested above her arm—noble, fierce, divine.
Her steps were light and fluid as she met the oncoming orb head-on.
Boom!
Her flaming fist collided with the lightning sphere. Fire and thunder erupted, releasing a shockwave that rocked the entire arena. The explosion splintered the sphere into countless arcs of purple-black lightning that struck the ground and the protective barrier, leaving smoking scorch marks and small holes behind.
Zheng Zhan's eyelids twitched. Even he was impressed by Yu Tianlong's raw power. But his gaze soon returned to Wu Huan'er—and filled with awe.
She stood unharmed, surrounded by faint wisps of dissipating lightning.
The orb hadn't even scratched her.
Yu Tianlong stared in disbelief. Impossible…
Before he could recover, Wu Huan'er dashed forward, golden flames trailing behind her. Her fist slammed squarely into his chest.
Bang!
The impact sent Yu Tianlong flying across the arena.
Wu Huan'er's Third Soul Skill – Suanni Divine Fist!
Coughing, Yu Tianlong struggled to his feet, wincing. His chest throbbed painfully where she had struck him. His expression twisted in pain—but also determination.
"Well, well," Wu Huan'er teased with a playful smile. "Still standing? Impressive!"
Yu Tianlong's face darkened. He knew he couldn't defeat her—but if he could force her to expend more spirit power, perhaps his teammates would stand a chance.
Even if they couldn't win the match, making Wu Huan'er fight again would already be a victory for the Heavenly Dragon Gate.
With that thought, Yu Tianlong roared and unleashed his fourth soul skill—Thunder Dragon Head!
A massive dragon head formed from pure lightning burst forth, lunging toward Wu Huan'er. At the same time, Yu Tianlong charged behind it, releasing his fifth and sixth soul skills in rapid succession.
Thunder rained down, forming a dense field of electrified energy—the Fifth Soul Skill: Lightning Hell. Every bolt could numb the body and paralyze movement. Simultaneously, Yu Tianlong exhaled a breath of pure lightning—the Sixth Soul Skill: Blue Lightning Dragon's Breath.
Three powerful soul skills launched at once, an all-or-nothing assault.
But the difference between them was too vast.
Wu Huan'er didn't even blink. Her golden eyes flared as she threw another punch, summoning a second Suanni projection that roared forth like a living beast. It collided head-on with Yu Tianlong's lightning dragon—and devoured it whole.
The Suanni phantom continued, surging through the field of lightning before dissipating into golden sparks.
Yu Tianlong's heart pounded. He could barely breathe under the pressure.
I have to trap her inside my Lightning Hell! he thought desperately.
But Wu Huan'er wasn't about to give him the chance. She had seen through his plan completely.
She stood still for a moment, her lips parting slightly.
Then came a deep, resonant dragon's roar—majestic and ancient.
Her fourth soul ring glowed black. The sound carried strange vibrations that resonated through the air like sacred bells.
Even Zheng Zhan felt his blood stir under its power. His strong spirit energy allowed him to resist, but his face flushed red.
Yu Tianlong wasn't so lucky. The moment the roar struck him, his entire body froze. His blood felt as though it had turned to ice.
With a final, echoing DUANG! of the Suanni's roar, he collapsed to the ground—defeated before he even realized it.
Wu Huan'er's Fourth Soul Skill – Suanni's Roar!
After Yu Tianlong fell, the Heavenly Dragon Gate's next representative stepped forward—Lan Xin, a Soul Emperor with the Blue Dragon Martial Soul.
But water could never overcome fire. Against Wu Huan'er's Ultimate Fire, Lan Xin barely lasted three punches before fainting.
Next came Yu Tianhuan, another Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon user, but weaker than Yu Tianlong. He too was sent flying within seconds.
The remaining three Soul Kings—Feng Wu of the Green Dragon, Du Yuhao of the Yellow Dragon, and Wang Yiming of the White Dragon—stepped up one after another.
Their fates were the same.
In less than ten minutes, all seven members of the Heavenly Dragon Gate were lying unconscious on the ground.
Wu Huan'er stood alone at the center of the stage, golden flames flickering around her like the wings of a divine beast.
The crowd was silent—then erupted into thunderous cheers.
The first contestant to achieve a one-versus-seven sweep in the entire group stage… was Wu Huan'er of Shrek Academy!
As for the Heavenly Dragon Gate?
Their members lay scattered like fallen leaves, their once-proud banner dimmed.
Truly—what a tragic sight.
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