Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 262 will also give you a chance.

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Just then, Lu Chen, wielding the Thunder Fork, finally found an opportunity. His third soul ring shone brightly, and the Thunder Fork, brimming with astonishing energy, fiercely stabbed at Xuan Ming's back from the side and rear!

Xuanming didn't even turn around, casually tossing aside the hand gripping Yu Tianxin's broken right arm—

Yu Tianxin was swung up like a heavy sandbag, accompanied by a whistling sound, and hit Lu Chen who was rushing towards her with perfect accuracy!
"Oh!"

The two screamed as they collided, tumbling and falling a great distance. Yu Tianxin spat out another mouthful of blood, while Lu Chen's thunder fork flew out of his hand and clattered to the ground.

Seeing the miserable state of his captain and teammates, Lei Dong's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared in despair and rage, "Fight him to the death!!"

The remaining Thunder Academy students, still able to move, were like moths drawn to a flame, recklessly unleashing all their soul power and soul skills, and the raging thunderstorm once again engulfed Xuanming's figure!

Electricity crackled and thunder roared!
Yet, at the center of that devastating flash of lightning, the figure remained standing. All the attacks that struck him left no mark, only causing even more dazzling sparks to erupt.

Absolute power brought a suffocating crushing force. The battle was no longer in doubt, only a one-sided...slaughter remained.

"Lingling, that's enough," Xuanming said calmly.

"Mmm," Ye Lingling responded softly.

The Nine Heart Begonia in her hand shimmered with light, and a gentle yet powerful healing light suddenly burst forth—but the next moment, all the audience members were stunned.

The light did not fall on Xuan Ming, but surged like a tide to the other side of the Soul Arena, enveloping the Thunder Academy team members who had been severely injured by Xuan Ming and were lying on the ground!
Warm life energy quickly permeated their broken bodies, and the fractured bones made a faint "crackling" sound as they healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Deep wounds that exposed bone quickly closed and scabbed over.

The intense pain was soothed, replaced by a tingling, regenerating sensation.

Yu Tianxin struggled to get up from the ground, her body, which had just been healed, still lingering with phantom pain.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Xuan Ming, his voice hoarse with anger and humiliation: "What...what do you mean by this?!"

He absolutely did not believe that this was out of goodwill.

Ever since his grandfather Yu Luomian was completely crippled by Xuanming in Tiandou City, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Xuanming have been locked in an irreconcilable blood feud!
"Although the competition rules are just a piece of paper to me, I still have to respect them," Xuanming said calmly.

"Also, I'm curious, how many more times can your bones break?"

"Xuanming!!" Yu Tianxin was completely enraged. The remaining soul power in his body burned wildly and recklessly. Blue-purple lightning exploded again, making him look like a thunder god descending to earth, but with a tragic despair.

"Thunder Academy... has no cowards! We will fight to the last drop of blood and never allow you to humiliate us!"

"team leader!"

"Fight him!"

The remaining team members, ignited by this humiliation, roared and, dragging their newly healed bodies, charged towards Xuanming once again, fearlessly!
However, absolute gaps cannot be bridged by courage alone.

"boom!"

"Crack——!"

"Roar!"

Each time Xuanming's fist landed, it was accompanied by a sickeningly loud cracking sound.

The two black dragons behind him moved like ghosts, each pounce precisely crushing the bones of his arms and legs!
Blood was splattered on the fighting arena again, and the wounds that had just healed were torn open again instantly, with the pain being even more intense than before!
Strangely, whenever someone is seriously injured and on the verge of unconsciousness, Ye Lingling's Nine Heart Begonia Light will descend at just the right time, forcibly pulling them back from the brink of death, and their injuries will heal rapidly.

"This is too cruel! This is torture!!" Someone in the audience screamed in disbelief.

"Shut up! This is what real fighting spirit looks like! It's getting my blood pumping!" An even louder shout immediately drowned him out.

The vast majority of the audience stared wide-eyed, their faces flushed with a mixture of fear and excitement, intently watching the bloody cycle on stage—destruction and healing, pain and rebirth. Xuanming was staging a breathtaking feast of flesh and blood.

In the VIP section, Emperor Xueye frowned deeply: "Sect Master Ning, isn't this going too far? It goes against the dignity of a Heavenly Battle Soul Master!"

Ning Fengzhi remained calm: "Your Majesty, he has not violated any rules. Thunder Academy refuses to admit defeat, so the battle must continue. With Nine Heart Begonia present, his life is not in danger."

Bishop Salas smirked, “Unorthodox methods have their own way of fighting. Your Majesty, when has Xuanming’s reputation ever been associated with ‘morality’? What everyone loves is precisely his undisguised strength and ruthlessness.”

The Great Emperor on a Snowy Night was speechless.

Bibi Dong finally turned her gaze away from the distance, glanced indifferently at the arena, and said in an unquestionable voice: "Within the rules, there is nothing to criticize. Surrender or fight to the death. The laws of the battlefield are that simple."

On stage, the Thunder Academy team members had already reached their limits.

His soul power was exhausted, and his body was barely maintained by Ye Lingling's healing, but his spirit was on the verge of collapse due to the excruciating pain of his bones being smashed and bitten off time and time again.

"I have no more soul power." Ye Lingling's face was pale, and she was covered in cold sweat. The light of the Nine Heart Begonia had completely dimmed.

Xuanming's fist, which he had thrown, stopped in mid-air: "Go down."

Ye Lingling bit her lip and quickly left the arena. The entire battle arena was filled only with heavy breathing and the smell of blood.

"Shall we continue?" Xuanming looked at Thunder Academy, which could no longer get up.

Ye Lingling could only heal them, but the pain from his broken bones wouldn't disappear easily. Moreover, after unleashing so many soul skills, these guys had long since run out of soul power.

If it weren't for Ye Lingling's healing, they would have all fainted long ago.

Yu Tianxin struggled to get up from the ground, her face covered in blood and grime. Half of her left arm had been bitten off by the black dragon, and she was teetering on the verge of falling completely.

"It seems Yu Xiaogang is indeed an anomaly. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has more tough guys than not," Xuanming praised.

"In that case, I should give them the final respect."

Xuanming's right arm surged with blood and qi, black dragon scales instantly covered his skin, and his palm transformed into a ferocious dragon claw. Ice-blue destructive lightning crackled at his fingertips, radiating an extremely dangerous aura.

He walked step by step toward Yu Tianxin, his footsteps echoing like drums in the deathly silent arena, striking the hearts of everyone present.

The terrifying sense of oppression made the air almost freeze. Tens of thousands of spectators held their breath and watched as the dragon claw, imbued with deadly power, slowly rose and aimed at Yu Tianxin's head.

The icy blue lightning surged!

"farewell."

"Xuanming!!!"

From below the stage, Liu Erlong let out a heart-wrenching scream!
The dragon claw suddenly stopped about an inch in front of Yu Tianxin's forehead, the icy blue lightning vanished instantly, and the dragon transformation characteristics quickly faded away.

Xuanming turned his head and glanced coldly at Liu Erlong, who was almost rushing up from below the stage, before turning back.

For the first time, a tranquil white light gently enveloped Yu Tianxin, and her almost severed left arm reconnected and healed slowly but steadily within the light.

After all this was done, the white light dissipated.

Xuanming sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness, as if the reaper who had just claimed his life hadn't been him: "No injuring, no killing. When have I ever broken the rules of the competition?"

"What...what are you all panicking about?"

He turned away, no longer looking at Yu Tianxin, who had collapsed to the ground and was completely unconscious.

The referee finally snapped out of his shock, hurriedly went to check, and loudly announced, his voice trembling slightly, "In this match, the Royal Fighting Team wins!"

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the entire central arena exploded!

Cheers, curses, exclamations, fear... all sorts of sounds mingled together and soared into the sky.

The Thunder Academy team members were carried off the fighting arena by the staff. They were all covered in wounds and looked dejected.

Even in her unconscious state, Yu Tianxin would occasionally furrow her brow, seemingly still enduring the pain of battle.

The teachers at Thunder Academy had grim faces, their eyes filled with anger and resentment, but they were helpless. After all, Xuanming's strength was too great, and they were simply no match for him.

Moreover, the other party did not violate the rules of the game!
The people from Thunder Academy were indeed seriously injured, but not to the extent of being disabled, because their injuries are recoverable. However, they will be unable to fight for the next two weeks!

In other words, Thunder Academy can basically announce its withdrawal from this Soul Master Competition now!

……

"Aren't you going a bit too far?"

After the match ended, Xuanming left the Great Soul Arena. Dugu Yan and the others did not follow, only Xue Qinghe came along.

“Yu Tianxin is Yu Luomian’s grandson. I crippled his grandfather, and he wants revenge. I’m giving him a chance,” Xuanming said.

"At least it's a chance to vent."

"If you want to take revenge on me in the future, I will give you that opportunity."

Xue Qinghe was slightly taken aback, "You..."

“Of course, you have to be mentally prepared,” Xuanming said.

"Just like Yu Tianxin today."

"What do you mean?" Xue Qinghe frowned slightly.

“The literal meaning,” Xuanming said.