Chapter 3

Yang Wudi did not roar in anger, nor was he hysterical; the Soul-Breaking Spear appeared in his hand, single-handedly holding the spear pointing at Yang Yun.

"So, are you, Yang Yun, planning to rebel? Or do you think you are capable of taking the position of clan chief of the Breaking One Clan?"

Yang Yun did not answer Yang Wudi's question, smiling as he looked at Yang Wudi and the several elders glaring at him.

Thud thud thud. A large number of footsteps came from outside the door; Yang Wudi already understood; Yang Yun came today to stage a coup.

What he wants is the clan chief seat beneath his own butt.

"Hehe."

Yang Wudi, furious and sneering, looked at Yang Yun and said coldly: "Well done, Yang Yun; it seems you came prepared today; I just don't know which faction you are relying on."

"You've become someone's lackey!"

By the end, Yang Wudi's tone had turned into a rebuke.

His face was full of regret and self-blame for failing to live up to expectations; as clan chief, he actually let the most promising young talent of the next generation be swayed by outside forces.

This is truly inexcusable, truly a dereliction of duty.

Facing the angry Yang Wudi, Yang Yun merely shook his head slightly and said: "Chief, you have misunderstood; I have not become anyone's lackey, nor have I joined any faction."

"I simply want to become the clan chief of the Breaking One Clan, to lead the family to prosperity; I firmly believe the chief will understand my sincere intentions."

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the door.

Yang Wudi, holding the Soul-Breaking Spear, walked step by step toward the door, each step increasing his aura.

Gather strength!

On the clearing, Yang Yun and Yang Wudi stood facing each other.

A Li, sensing Yang Wudi's intent, thought directly: "This old fellow has actually grasped the spear's momentum; it's a shame he's old; otherwise he'd be promising material."

"'To hold steady the clan chief position, one naturally has a couple of tricks,' Yang Yun replied."

At this moment, all members of the Breaking One Clan had gathered; even those absent were not important figures.

Yang Wudi looked at Yang Yun and shouted angrily: "Yang Yun, what exactly are you up to? Let the person behind you come out and see me; hiding behind juniors is no skill."

Hearing this, Yang Yun slightly shook his head, never expecting Yang Wudi still not to believe that all of this was his doing.

It is not some behind-the-scenes force supporting him.

Yang Wulong, Yang Wuhu, and Yang Wusha, the three brothers, stood behind Yang Yun and simultaneously revealed their soul rings.

"Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black,"

The three Soul Douluo instantly shocked the surrounding Breaking One Clan members beyond words, and the scene fell into an eerie silence.

Yang Wudi also stared in shock at the three: "Yang Wulong, when did you three break through to Soul Douluo? Why hide it from the clan, or have you also allied with external forces?"

"Is this the benefit you gained after joining?"

Looking at the eight soul rings on the three, Yang Wudi's eyes nearly burst; thinking of the clan having three Soul Douluo dragging a most promising junior into allegiance with the enemy.

His heart ached, as if being stabbed countless times by a knife.

Yang Yun's face instantly darkened.

"Is it never ending? He must rely on external forces to have three Soul Douluo protecting him?"

If this continues, Yang Wudi might die from anger; better to just show his soul rings to Yang Wudi.

What truly counts as a genius?

"Yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red."

Also eight soul rings, but with one yellow and one purple up front, then five black and one red at the back; this soul ring configuration made everyone present gasp.

This time, before Yang Wudi could speak, Yang Yun spoke first: "Chief, I, Yang Yun of the Breaking One Clan, formally challenge you; if you lose, please step down and yield the clan chief position."

"'Yang Yun has not joined any external force, and the Yang Wulong brothers have not betrayed the clan; today's action is solely for the clan chief position, to lead the family to a higher standing!' As his words fell, the clansmen who had been swayed nearly half responded loudly in agreement."

The rest just looked at each other, unsure what to do.

All this was only because Yang Yun's soul ring configuration was too eye-catching, especially that final red soul ring.

That represents the soul ring of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, and at the same time it also represents a piece of a hundred-thousand-year soul bone; how precious it is!

But Yang Wudi couldn't care less about that.

In his eyes, besides relief, there was more anger; a mere newly-promoted Soul Douluo junior actually dared to provoke him, the clan leader who had held the position for several decades.

He immediately responded to the challenge: 'Good! Yang Yun, if I lose to you today, what harm is there in yielding the clan leadership to you?'

The position of clan leader of the Po clan naturally belongs to the capable; I, Yang Wudi, am certainly not someone who clings to seniority to oppress juniors and cannot afford to lose.

Come on!

With a turn of his wrist, the Po Soul Spear pointed straight at Yang Yun's throat.

Good! The Po clan should have the vigor and courage to break through everything; we elders of the Po clan also agree to today's battle.

In the clan leadership contest, the victor takes the position.

In an instant! Five elders of the Po clan surrounded the surroundings and formed a shield with soul power.

'Let's take this open space as the battlefield, with us old-timers protecting it; the future clan leader can fight with peace of mind,' said the eldest elder solemnly.

Seeing this, the original plan to let Ah Li fight was also abandoned.

This is overly disrespectful to Yang Wudi, and likewise disrespectful to oneself and the position of clan leader of the Po clan.

With a thought, Ah Li's martial soul, the Flame Spear Chong Li, appeared in his hand; gripping the spear shaft felt like holding the whole world.

Both sides' sharp intent was as keen as a blade, making the nearby low-level clansmen's eyes sting.

Only by moving far away did it slightly improve.

As both sides rose to action, without looking, Yang Wudi suddenly felt that Yang Yun opposite him had vanished; only a spear remained in place dueling with him.

'Man and spear as one?'

In the brief moment of being stunned, that spear had already reached before his body.

Clang! He shook his wrist and blocked with the Po Soul Spear.

The powerful force made Yang Wudi's tiger's mouth go numb, and he retreated several steps with a scrape-scrape sound.

Both sides tacitly refrained from using soul ring soul skills, and even more so from using soul bone abilities; instead they fought with the purest spear technique.

Yan Chongli not only possessed the Phoenix Spear Technique, but also had the Spear Killing Battle Method passed down through generations of the Zhao Guo Lianpo family, continually improved in the army.

After crossing over, the heightened perception brought by his strengthened soul also greatly increased.

Within a year he grasped spear momentum; within three years he grasped spear intent; after ten years of honing his spear, Yang Yun's spear technique had already undergone a complete transformation, smooth and effortless.

An inch longer, an inch stronger.

As Yan Chongli wielded his spear, he easily broke through the defensive line formed by Yang Wudi's Soul-breaking Spear attack.

Taking offense as defense, there is no survival, only death; Yang Wudi's Soul-breaking Spear's ultimate attack power is a purely offensive intent, and using offense in place of defense never fails.

Yet under Yang Yun's Spear Killing Battle Method he still found it hard to resist; his offensive was broken, and Yang Wudi had lost the initiative.

Whoosh! The tip of Yan Chongli's spear pressed against Yang Wudi's throat.

Watching Yang Yun's relaxed and carefree expression, Yang Wudi knew he had completely lost in spear technique.

(End of chapter)