Chapter 270: Clash of Peerless Geniuses — Each One a Monster in Their Own Right

"Darkgold Three-headed Bat King?"

"Golden Dragon?"

Yu Yanlong was dumbfounded.

Two top-tier martial souls, appearing in the very first round of the match — and both were Soul Emperors… This battle could no longer be described as a mere clash of titans; no one would dispute it being a duel between the most elite geniuses on the entire Douluo Continent.

After all, across the three original nations and even Shrek Academy, it would be difficult to find a match for them.

"Looks like they didn't slack off…" Xu Cheng smiled faintly.

Even if he had gifted her opportunities, she had definitely put in the work. Not everyone could be a cheat like Wang Qiuer, shooting straight to Soul Emperor after transformation.

"Ever since Brother-in-law left, Sis has been training hard, never slacking for a moment," Ade scratched the back of his head and chuckled.

"Mind your manners — address her as Your Highness!" Kaidu smacked the back of his head.

"Hehe, it's fine…" Xu Cheng glanced at the grinning Ade and chuckled warmly.

…

"That's… your sister?!" Xiao Xiao's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. She looked up at the stage, then scrutinized her best friend beside her.

"…" Wang Dong'er's expression was complicated.

She hesitated a moment, then gave a slight nod.

They were both tragic figures, pawns under Tang San's control.

After all, their souls came from the same origin — calling her sister wasn't wrong.

"She's so beautiful…" Xiao Xiao exclaimed. "And so cool! That golden armor, the Golden Dragon Spear — she's just like a Valkyrie! She's exactly the warrior goddess I dream of becoming!"

"Yes… she's truly beautiful…" Wang Dong'er's expression grew dazed.

She realized she'd never really looked closely at Wang Qiuer's face. Examining it now… was this what she would look like in three years?

…

"First Soul Skill: Golden Dragon Body!"

Wang Qiuer let out a low shout, and golden ripples spread outward.

Her physical strength surged.

Though the soul ring was only a hundred years old, she forced it to display the power of a ten-thousand-year soul skill.

"Second Soul Skill: Dragon's Strength!"

Power amplified.

The girl pushed off the ground with her toes, her figure blasting forth like a cannonball, a majestic golden dragon's shadow trailing behind her.

Meanwhile, mid-air on the other side—

Gaiyin's light purple eyes glinted with amusement.

She lightly opened her pale palm, long nails slicing through the air, her figure suddenly shrouded in a faint purple mist.

"Boom!"

Wang Qiuer arrived in an instant, her terrifying power creating a shockwave.

But surprisingly, her punch passed straight through Gaiyin's abdomen — like striking a phantom.

The next moment, Gaiyin's figure shimmered and burst into countless purple bats, flapping around Wang Qiuer before coalescing.

Her lips curled into a smirk, revealing sharp fangs.

"Roar!"

"Fourth Soul Skill: Ultrasonic Shockwave!"

A purple soul ring rippled from underfoot. A shrill, piercing shriek erupted from her lips — a close-range attack.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Golden Dragon Roar!"

Wang Qiuer's eyes were cold. She responded with a calm shout.

"Rooaar!"

A dragon's mighty roar echoed from the girl's mouth.

A pale gold wave met the pale purple sound wave — splitting the sky.

Even their sonic attacks clashed.

But soon, the golden wave overpowered the purple, slowly engulfing it.

"Pfft!"

Gaiyin spat out a mouthful of blood and was blasted backward.

Her eyes locked onto the unmoving Wang Qiuer.

Her proud sonic attack had been completely overwhelmed by the dragon's roar. Meanwhile, a massive golden dragon coiled beside Wang Qiuer, shielding her.

"Impressive strength, but it's still lacking. The Golden Dragon is the progenitor of power and holds a divine status. Its roar can crush all sound," Wang Qiuer said, raising her spear and gazing down at Gaiyin from above.

"You're strong," Gaiyin said softly.

"But I'm not weak either!"

She opened her fair hand, now holding six conical needles.

Her purple eyes flickered with madness.

That previous clash had already told her — her sonic attacks were useless.

So only head-on confrontation remained. But the opponent's martial soul was also top-tier — possibly the origin of all strength. In a fair fight, she had no chance of winning. Which meant…

…

Xu Cheng raised an eyebrow.

A pseudo-martial-soul true-body soul device.

This was a project led by the Mingde Hall and executed by the Mingyu Sect. In the original series, both Xue Bing and Gaiyin had used it during the second Continental Soul Master Tournament — though Gaiyin had underperformed, and Xue Bing was defeated by the protagonists' martial soul fusion technique.

Any Soul Emperor could, by burning soul power, temporarily achieve Soul Sage-level strength and unleash a form of martial soul true body.

Though Gaiyin was only a level 61 Soul Emperor and could only manifest around half of a true body's power, it was enough to match Wang Qiuer.

This battle… was now a fight to the death.

"Sis actually brought out that thing?" Ade stared, trembling as the purple aura onstage surged severalfold.

Several Mingyu Sect members behind him also looked grim.

As one of the continent's few soul device sects, their understanding of such tools was deep — and as high-level members, they knew exactly what this soul device could do.

While it wouldn't cripple her foundation, it would definitely drain all her soul power and leave her in a severely weakened state afterward.

"Ah Cheng…" Jing Hongchen hesitated.

"She made her choice — I won't stop her," Xu Cheng took a sip of tea and replied calmly.

But afterward…

Xu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly. He'd have to give her a serious scolding — far too disobedient.

…

As Gaiyin's aura surged,

A trace of seriousness appeared in Wang Qiuer's eyes. Her martial soul may be the Golden Dragon, but she herself wasn't — facing an opponent with nearly equal strength was a headache.

"Screech!"

Gaiyin raised her head, unleashing an ear-piercing screech that reverberated through the arena. Fortunately, Jing Hongchen was maintaining the defensive barrier, protecting the audience.

Her figure flickered and doubled in speed. Behind her, the eyes of the three bat heads glowed red as their claws slashed toward Wang Qiuer.

"Bang!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out.

Her long claws clashed with the Golden Dragon Spear, sparks flying. Both girls exerted full strength — but Gaiyin was the one knocked away.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

But Gaiyin's strength lay in her speed — her assassin-style attacks left deep gashes on Wang Qiuer's soul armor, one even slicing across her arm and leaving a bleeding cut.

Wang Qiuer hovered in midair, eyes warily scanning the area.

Gaiyin's figure flitted like a ghost, a purple blur darting unpredictably around her.

Finally, when Wang Qiuer feigned a flaw, Gaiyin struck.

"Golden Dragon Burst!"

Wang Qiuer countered with a timed strike.

Explosions burst from her body in a triple wave.

"Pfft!"

As an assassin, Gaiyin's defense was naturally weak — being hit by such a heavy blow was painful, to say the least.

(End of Chapter)