Chapter 66: Crushing the Top Beast Martial Soul—Even Seven United Won't Work!
Everyone craned their necks, gazing at the enormous azure-black dragon phantom above.
The massive dragon projection radiated a world-shaking aura, sending chills down every spine.
Yu Tianxin, whose face had been resolute, now paled like paper, sweat pouring down his forehead in thick beads.
"This… this isn't his Body Martial Soul, is it? How can he summon such an immensely powerful dragon phantom… and it even carries lightning power?!"
The dragon shadow stretched over a hundred meters, its colossal frame dwarfing everything around it.
Its head soared high, eyes blazing crimson with a ferocious light.
Dragon whiskers floated in the wind like twin black silk ribbons, adding an air of majesty and mystery.
Even the fierce Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon seemed pitifully weak in comparison.
The blue electric glow surrounding the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon dimmed under the oppressive presence of the dragon phantom.
Yu Tianxin could clearly feel his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon being suppressed.
"Full defense!"
He had no time to think further and roared.
At his command, his teammates' expressions changed, and they poured all their soul power into forming a protective barrier in front of themselves.
Yet all their efforts were in vain.
The dragon phantom bellowed to the heavens, then dove with unstoppable force, striking toward the seven of them with cataclysmic might.
RUMBLE~!
The arena shook with a deafening explosion!
Chaotic energy surged outward, the dazzling light instantly blanketing the entire stadium, making it impossible to see clearly.
When the dust settled, everyone rushed onto the arena floor.
Yu Tianxin and his six teammates lay sprawled along the edges of the arena.
Their clothes were tattered, hair disheveled, and faces pale as paper.
Each of them coughed up blood; it was obvious the Thunder Academy team had been completely defeated.
Wuming's figure reappeared.
He stood quietly at the center of the arena, tall and composed, his aura calm and expressionless—as if everything was under his control.
The crowd fell into stunned silence, then erupted into a chorus of amazement.
"Heavens! That young Soul Master defeated the entire Thunder Academy team by himself—and in just one move!"
"He didn't even release his Martial Soul or soul rings! What was that enormous dragon shadow just now?!"
"Could it be some unknown dragon-type Martial Soul?!"
The spectators were all shaken by Wuming's overwhelming strength, speculating about the identity of this mysterious black-clad youth and the origins of such terrifying strength.
Xie Yue, Yan, and Hu Liena all fixed their gazes on the black-clad figure in the arena, their eyes wide with shock.
"Brother… that person is incredibly strong!"
Hu Liena furrowed her brows.
As a disciple of Pope Bibi Dong, she had always been confident that the Spirit Hall team would take the championship.
But witnessing that fight firsthand, a profound sense of danger surged in her heart.
Xie Yue nodded slightly, his expression serious.
"In terms of personal strength alone, this person surpasses the three of us. But the Soul Master Tournament is ultimately a team battle; I believe that no one can defeat our Golden Generation together."
"Exactly! Those from Thunder Academy were so easily crushed. How could they compare to us?"
Yan clenched his fists in frustration but knew in his heart that this opponent was not to be underestimated.
Other students from participating academies had also witnessed the battle, shaken by the black-clad youth's overwhelming power.
"Wasn't the Heaven Dou Royal Academy supposed to be weak? How do they have such a formidable member?"
"Yeah! Why is someone this strong in the second team instead of the main squad?"
Several members of the Xingluo Royal Academy whispered among themselves.
All of them had earned their positions through sheer skill, so they naturally looked down on the so-called connections at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
"What top beast martial soul? Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is nothing special!"
The speaker was Dai Weisi, captain of the Star Luo Royal Academy team.
His soul power had reached the 49th rank, and as the empire's crown prince, he carried a sense of pride and superiority.
In his eyes, the inherited Evil-Eyed White Tiger Martial Soul from his family was no weaker than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.
Moreover, he and Zhu Zhuyun could perform the formidable Martial Soul Fusion Technique—Hell White Tiger.
With six Battle Soul Masters in the Star Luo Royal Academy team, Dai Weisi was brimming with confidence, even believing they could take the championship.
Meanwhile, several members of Shrek Academy were also watching the battle closely.
When they saw Wuming obliterate the entire Thunder Academy team in just one strike, Tang San's pupils constricted in shock.
He fully understood the power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul—it was the top beast martial soul in the world, with terrifying lightning abilities.
Even though the Thunder Academy team had prepared in advance for Wuming's strength, they still crumbled effortlessly before him.
Tang San's mind was filled with questions:
- How could Wuming summon that massive dragon phantom?
- Where did the lightning power attached to the dragon come from?
Dai Mubai was equally stunned at the scene on the arena floor.
He had been hiding his disfigured face behind a mask ever since Wuming had disfigured him.
Now, beneath the mask, his expression was twisted with rage.
"Damn it! How can he be so strong?!"
Filled with revenge, Dai Mubai felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness after witnessing Wuming's strength again.
Beside them, Yu Xiaogang stared at the arena in astonishment.
Yu Tianxin was his nephew and one of the rising stars of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect—but he had been utterly defeated.
As a master theorist, Yu Xiaogang had studied countless Martial Souls in depth, yet Wuming's abilities had completely exceeded his expectations.
"He didn't even release soul rings, yet he summoned such a powerful dragon phantom… What kind of ability is this? A lost secret technique? Or a potent soul bone skill? How much strength is he hiding…?"
The more Yu Xiaogang thought, the more he realized Wuming was extraordinary.
The Thunder Academy had relied on an extreme approach—the combined lightning power of the seven soul masters.
While not quite the full Seven-in-One Fusion Technique, it was still far more powerful than any ordinary skill.
Yu Xiaogang even began to doubt whether his own Seven-in-One Fusion Technique could defeat Wuming.
"The Thunder Academy team has lost all combat capability. This match goes to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's second team!"
At the announcement from the red-robed referee, the audience erupted into enthusiastic applause, cheering for the black-clad youth's spectacular performance.
Amid the cheers, Wuming slowly descended from the arena.
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At the Pope's Hall, Bibi Dong listened to the report from the red-robed referee, her expression darkening.
"He didn't release soul rings and yet summoned a lightning dragon phantom? Could he have a soul bone?"
"Your Holiness, it all happened too fast. We couldn't clearly see if he had a soul bone on him."
Bibi Dong recalled Yu Xiaogang's earlier words.
Perhaps it was truly a special ability of his Body Martial Soul that allowed Wuming to retain his youthful appearance.
"Find a reason to retest his bone age and soul power. If anything unusual is found, report to me immediately."
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