Chapter 48: Complete Victory Over Yu Tianheng

"The range of the Thunder power can now exceed twenty meters; Tianheng is truly working very hard." Meng Shenji nodded, seemingly very satisfied with the power of this strike from Yu Tianheng.

"Single-Handed Eighteen Picks—Pounce!"

The long halberd in Nan Feihuang's hand shook as it slammed into the ground; with him as the center, the surrounding ground was shaken upward entirely, the power of the thunder was instantly dispersed for the most part, and the remnants were blocked by the floor tiles.

"Such strong power. Is this child really only a Soul Elder?" Bai Baoshan asked in confusion. Although he was of the Defense System, he feared that even he did not possess such power when he was at level forty.

Nan Feihuang took a leap, jumping out of the circular pit, and from top to bottom, he once again utilized the pounce style from the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks, booming toward Yu Tianheng.

After the scene just now, Yu Tianheng naturally knew that this move could not be blocked head-on; otherwise, he would be dead or crippled.

He had now passed the critical level thirty for a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit Master, and his body had undergone partial dragon transformation. Dragon transformation could significantly improve the physique of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit Master, which was the key that allowed Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit Masters to pull away the gap from ordinary Beast Spirit Masters.

Unfortunately, Yu Tianheng's current level of dragon transformation was still very shallow, and having just broken through to Soul Elder, he had not yet fully mastered it.

Without proficient mastery of dragon transformation, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was merely stronger in thunder power, and compared to other top-tier Beast Spirits, it had no obvious advantage.

Yu Tianheng hurriedly retreated. Although his footwork was not as eerie and unpredictable as Nan Feihuang's North Star Immortal Trace or Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, it was bold and unrestrained, with one step equaling three to five steps of an ordinary person.

It was indeed a bold movement technique that fit the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit; it should be a self-created soul skill inherited from his family.

Nan Feihuang was not surprised by this. After all, they were a famous and prestigious family renowned for a thousand years, and almost every generation's patriarch was a Title Douluo-level expert. If they had not even one or two self-created soul skills after so many generations, that would be too much of a waste.

However, this footwork was not taken seriously by Nan Feihuang; Yu Tianheng would not be able to shake him off.

Stepping on the North Star Immortal Trace, Nan Feihuang appeared behind Yu Tianheng with a ghostly and unpredictable figure.

"What?" Yu Tianheng was startled; the opponent's movement technique was actually faster than his family's inherited footwork.

Nan Feihuang smiled slightly, and the long halberd in his hand thrust straight at his shoulder from behind—the thrust from the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks.

Yu Tianheng stimulated his body with thunder to forcibly increase his own reaction, stomped his left foot on the ground, leaped backward, and narrowly dodged this halberd.

"Too naive!" Nan Feihuang would not let him escape easily. Without moving the halberd, he moved his body forward rapidly, gripped the tip of the halberd, and swept it with great force.

The slap of the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks, a move that uses the shaft of the spear to strike the target.

Yu Tianheng, in mid-air, had no time to react before he was struck in the abdomen by the spear shaft, unable to stop himself from spitting out a mouthful of stomach fluid.

His body flew backward, and Nan Feihuang first retracted his martial soul and then immediately summoned it again; at this moment, his hand had changed from gripping the tip of the halberd to gripping the handle.

Following Yu Tianheng's figure with the North Star Immortal Trace, the long halberd spun and thrust out—the stab of the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks.

The Peerless Fangtian Halberd was a double-edged halberd; whether thrusting from the left or the right, even if dodged by the opponent, the moment the halberd was retracted, it could still cause damage to the enemy.

"Good footwork, good halberd technique. A set of combat skills seamlessly connected, combined with footwork, the offensive is as surging and endless as a sea tide. Furthermore, Feihuang's mastery of his own martial soul is extremely proficient; the time difference between using his will to retract the martial soul and summoning it again is at most 0.3 seconds!" Xue Qinghe praised. She could see that for this stab, Yu Tianheng had nowhere left to hide.

Nan Feihuang was not only high in soul power, but his combat ability was also very outstanding. The halberd techniques he used were clearly all the most basic moves, yet they were perfectly connected by him.

Xue Qinghe guessed that this halberd technique must have been taught by Lan Xue. As expected of one of the only three female Title Douluos on the continent, she was truly extraordinary.

"Tianheng, keep it up, otherwise I'm finished." Seeing Yu Tianheng at a disadvantage, Oslo became anxious; after all, his livelihood and life were all tied to Yu Tianheng.

If he were defeated today, he would lose everything.

"Damn it, Second Soul Skill, Thunderous Might!"

Yu Tianheng let out a sharp roar. He did not care about Nan Feihuang's attack, forcibly twisting his body in the air to face Nan Feihuang, who was pouncing from behind. The countless snake-like electricity coiling around his body magnified at the same time, and the next moment, they transformed into countless thunder arrows that flashed out in all directions.

This was Yu Tianheng's true full-power strike, with unparalleled attack power. It forced Nan Feihuang's long halberd away at the first moment, and most of the thunder arrows formed by Thunderous Might headed toward him.

"Single-Handed Eighteen Picks—Circle!" Nan Feihuang was completely unafraid. Using the tip of the halberd to block the thunder, he rotated his body several times before forcibly guiding the thunder power outside the arena.

The thunder exploded right in front of a group of spectators, giving them a big fright.

This method of shifting stars and moving power also shocked Yu Tianheng; his full-power strike was actually broken so easily.

The battle had reached this point, and although he had not yet lost, the situation was already very clear. In order to counter Nan Feihuang, he had already used his first two soul skills, while Nan Feihuang had not used a single soul skill.

The gap in soul power consumption between the two sides was huge.

Now, the remaining soul power of Yu Tianheng was already less than Nan Feihuang's.

"The glory of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family cannot be lost in my hands." Yu Tianheng's Third Spirit Ring flickered. "Third Soul Skill, Thunder's Fury!"

He rushed up again, and even activated his third soul skill, a self-buffing skill. After use, he would enter a berserk state for a certain period, increasing thunder power by one hundred percent and soul power by fifty percent. If the skill was not actively stopped, it would continue until the soul power was exhausted.

Seeing this, Nan Feihuang's thousand-year spirit ring lit up simultaneously. "Second Soul Skill, Eight Gates Golden Lock!"

According to his mother's instructions, Nan Feihuang only opened four gates. The four characters for Rest, Life, Injury, and Death appeared in the sky, significantly reducing Yu Tianheng's speed.

At this moment, although his thunder power had been greatly strengthened, his slower speed made him completely unable to keep up with Nan Feihuang's North Star Immortal Trace. Nan Feihuang perfectly interpreted what it meant to be "only speed is unbreakable."

No matter how powerful an attack was, it was meaningless if it could not hit the target.

In the state of Thunder's Fury, Yu Tianheng's soul power consumption was simply too fast, and he was somewhat lacking in stamina. He already anticipated that he would likely lose today, but he would not give up; even if he lost, he would finish this battle upright and honestly.

As a descendant of the family, he could lose, but he could not lose without a fight.

Nan Feihuang naturally met the attack head-on as well.

Dragon Claw against long halberd, the two Strong Attack System Spirit Masters unfolded a series of collisions in the center of the field without any retreat.

Every time the Dragon Claw and the halberd blade met, a series of explosions would be heard.

"The people of this family are truly crazy. Even though they are at a disadvantage, they fight more bravely as the battle continues; it is indeed worthy of praise." Nan Feihuang thought to himself, "However, it should end here."

His First Spirit Ring also slowly rose. Yu Tianheng immediately became alert; he knew that Nan Feihuang was about to use a soul skill, so he retreated several meters, used thunder to create a shield, and prepared for defense.

"First Soul Skill, Half-Moon Slash!"

Nan Feihuang swept his long halberd horizontally, golden flames surrounding the halberd blade. As the long halberd drew a large half-circle, a crescent-shaped blade rushed toward Yu Tianheng at an extremely fast speed.

With a swish, the thunder shield created by Yu Tianheng was instantly broken.

He could only watch helplessly as the Half-Moon Slash moved toward his neck.

Meng Shenji was greatly shocked; Nan Feihuang's attack was too lacking in restraint; this was going to kill Yu Tianheng.

If Yu Tianheng died here, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family would inevitably go to war with the Gulei Kingdom. Thunder Douluo against Profound Ice Douluo—that was no joke.

He originally wanted to step forward to rescue him immediately, but just before the Half-Moon Slash was about to decapitate Yu Tianheng, that power dissipated.

Meng Shenji was worrying for nothing. If Nan Feihuang could not even control the soul skill he unleashed himself, how would he dare to perform such a dangerous attack?

Yu Tianheng touched his neck with lingering fear; there were only slight burns caused by the flames, but otherwise, there was no major harm. Knowing that the opponent had shown mercy, he was not someone who did not know what was good for him.

"Brother Nan, thank you for your mercy. Today, I, Yu Tianheng, have lost." Admitting defeat after fighting to the limit, Yu Tianheng did not feel ashamed; instead, it was a display of knowing when to advance and when to retreat.

(End of chapter)