Chapter 25: The Terrifying Fallen Angel

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Qian Renhan glanced at Yu Tianshuang , who was lying on the stretcher and clutching his wound. Had this been a life-or-death battle instead of a match, that strike would not have merely grazed Yu Tianshuang 's waist but would have split him in half.

He then turned his gaze toward the audience, where Qian Renxue was staring wide-eyed in shock, her expression filled with disbelief. It seemed like she was silently asking, Did you learn something? Soul master battles were not about mindlessly charging into combat.

Without relying on his Martial Soul, Qian Renhan could never hope to defeat Qian Renxue if she were using her full strength. It would take her time to defeat Yu Tianyuan with her full power. But Qian Renhan, relying on his technique, could defeat the more powerful Yu Tianshuang with a single strike.

"Next," Qian Renhan said coldly, his gaze sweeping over the Blue Electric Tyrant Sect disciples. "Is there no one left from the Tian generation?"

"Tianyuan, you go!" Yu Longchen's veins were beginning to bulge on his forehead. It was clear he was on the brink of fury.

"Go, Tianyuan!" "Tianyuan, crush him!" The younger generation of the Blue Electric Tyrant Sect cheered for Yu Tianyuan. Among them were even those who had not awakened their Martial Souls, such as Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin. No one called him "younger brother" or offered to step up next, meaning Yu Tianyuan was the oldest and strongest among the current members of the Tian generation in the Yu family.

"Blue Electric Tyrant Sect, Yu Tianyuan. Martial Soul: Blue Electric Tyrant. Level 28 Attack-type Great Soul Master!" Yu Tianyuan activated his Martial Soul and said coldly, "Please, guide me."

"Make your move," Qian Renhan replied indifferently, pointing his sword toward Yu Tianyuan.

"Cheh." Yu Tianyuan furrowed his brow and crouched low, rushing forward with a lowered center of gravity. Clearly, he was avoiding the same mistake that Yu Tianshuang had made.

Yu Tianyuan swung his dragon claws, and the two weapons collided. Qian Renhan continuously retreated, the sound of his shoes scraping against the arena floor echoing. Not only that, but blue and purple lightning flowed through his sword and into his body.

Yu Tianyuan sneered. "Your sword conducts electricity."

"Just this weak current?" Qian Renhan swiftly twisted his sword, deflecting Yu Tianyuan's force, then stepped back. Using the advantage of his longer reach, he lunged his sword toward Yu Tianyuan's chest.

The sword and dragon claws collided again, with Qian Renhan constantly retreating while maintaining the advantage of his longer reach to launch continuous attacks. However, Yu Tianyuan's defense was impenetrable. The sword could not even break through the dragon claws, nor could it damage the scales on his right arm.

The sharp clinking sound of the sword meeting scales—ding ding ding ding—rang through the air.

"Good swordsmanship." Sword Douluo commented, observing Qian Renhan's movements. His eyes immediately recognized that Qian Renhan had reached the first level of swordsmanship, the peak state of "unity of man and sword." If it weren't for Qian Renhan being from the Qian family, Sword Douluo would have immediately offered to take him as a disciple. Such talent would be worth fighting for, even if it meant going to extreme lengths to recruit him to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Seeing an opening, Yu Tianyuan extended his dragon claws and tightly gripped the sword. He threw a left punch, and Qian Renhan caught his fist, both of them momentarily locked in a stalemate.

"Are you not going to use your Martial Soul?" Yu Tianyuan asked nonchalantly. With his soul power suppressing Qian Renhan and his Martial Soul activated, his strength far surpassed Qian Renhan's. In this stalemate, he could easily overpower Qian Renhan and push him off the stage.

"Then as you wish."

Qian Renhan's eyes glowed blood-red, and a circle of purple soul rings rose around him. Dark, cold, and sinister black soul power radiated from his body, and a figure with eight wings and completely blackened skin—an angel—emerged behind him.

"Spirit Hall, Qian Renhan. Martial Soul: Eight-Winged Fallen Angel. Level 20 Attack-type Soul Master."

"This Martial Soul!"

In the audience, everyone struggled to contain their shock. This was a mutated Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. Not only that, but the Fallen Angel Martial Soul was emanating a malevolent aura, causing the dark thoughts buried deep inside many of the spectators to stir. This included Ning Fengzhi, Yu Longchen, Sword Douluo, and Tang Xiao. However, those who had reached this level of cultivation could suppress such thoughts. Only Snow Star, who was less experienced, felt an uncontrollable urge to act on his baser instincts.

Whereas the Six-Winged Angel could dispel worldly evil thoughts and calm people's hearts, the Fallen Angel Martial Soul had the opposite effect, stirring the evil within and driving individuals to madness, even turning them into slaves who worshipped only the Fallen Angel.

In direct contrast to the Six-Winged Angel, this was the type of Martial Soul that belonged to a top-tier evil soul master. This was not a joke.

"Continue," Qian Renhan said, his gaze falling on Yu Tianyuan, who appeared stunned. "If you're scared, just step down."

"Heh, scared? I couldn't want more." Yu Tianyuan sneered, and his first soul ring lit up. "First Soul Skill: Thunder Dragon Claw!"

A claw formed of lightning struck toward Qian Renhan. With a simple raise of his hand, Qian Renhan gathered his soul power into a long sword and swung it down at the Thunder Dragon Claw.

Forming the soul into a blade, I didn't expect Xiao Han to achieve this so quickly, Qian Xunji thought to himself, slightly surprised.

The long sword collided with the Thunder Dragon Claw, splitting it in two. This did not mean that the sword was exceptionally sharp, capable of cutting through the Thunder Dragon Claw. Instead, the extreme darkness of the soul power emanating from the sword absorbed all the soul power of the Thunder Dragon Claw at the point of contact, feeding it back into Qian Renhan's body.

Soul weapons are ranked as follows: useless Martial Souls, low-grade Martial Souls, middle-grade Martial Souls, high-grade Martial Souls, excellent Martial Souls, top-tier Martial Souls (such as the Blue Electric Tyrant), super Martial Souls (like the Golden Crocodile King), divine Martial Souls (Six-Winged Angel), super divine Martial Souls (Eight-Winged Fallen Angel), pseudo-God King-level Martial Souls, and God King-level Martial Souls (ranging from ten to twelve wings).

Qian Renhan's Extreme Darkness attribute, enhanced by the celestial herb, had already evolved to the realm of ten wings, three levels higher than the lightning of the Blue Electric Tyrant Martial Soul. His power could easily overwhelm Yu Tianyuan's ability, essentially a dimensional strike.

"Is that all you've got?" Qian Renhan asked indifferently.

Yu Tianyuan gritted his teeth, and his second soul ring lit up. "Second Soul Skill: Thunderstorm!"

The countless serpentine bolts of lightning coiled around him expanded, and the next moment, they transformed into a flurry of thunderbolts, shooting out in all directions, all targeting Qian Renhan.

Faced with the dozens of lightning spears, Qian Renhan's expression remained completely unfazed. He didn't even consider moving, let alone defending.

The thunderbolts all struck Qian Renhan, and a violent explosion shook the arena, causing the entire platform to tremble slightly.

"Big Brother!"

"Young Master!"

Qian Renxue, Snake Spear, and Spiny Hog all stood up in shock, not understanding why Qian Renhan didn't dodge such a powerful attack. Even Yu Tianyuan, who was gasping for breath, stared blankly, his eyes wide as he looked at the smoke cloud created by his own attack, now enveloping Qian Renhan.

"Is this your strongest attack?"

From within the smoke, Qian Renhan's calm voice echoed. As he stepped forward, every onlooker, including the top experts in the VIP seats, was left stunned.

Having taken the full brunt of Thunderstorm, Qian Renhan only appeared slightly disheveled, with his hair slightly tousled. He was completely unharmed, not even a single scorch mark on his clothes.

(End of Chapter)