Douluo Continent: Naru Sacred Heart, Snow Shines Forever

Because behind him were Ning Rongrong and Oscar.

He stepped back, and the people in the back row were exposed.

There's the wind in the sky, and Oslo watching from the sidelines like a hawk.

Yu Feng tried several times to bypass Ma Hongjun and rush straight to the back row, but Tang San's Blue Silver Grass always surged up from the ground at the crucial moment, blocking his diving route.

It wasn't entanglement, but anticipation; the blades of grass wove a net in advance where the wind was about to pass, forcing him to change direction.

Oslo tried several times to cut in from the shadows, but was forced back by Tang San's hidden weapons.

A steel needle was driven into the spot where he was about to land, and three darts blocked his path of attack.

Tang San and Ma Hongjun, one in front and one behind, effectively pinned the two agility-based attackers from the Royal Fighting Academy to their spots.

Tang San's hidden weapons and Blue Silver Grass blocked Oslo's advance route, while Ma Hongjun's flames prevented Yu Feng from diving down.

But he had to stand here.

We cannot retreat even a single step.

Yu Tianheng looked at his expression and suddenly smiled.

"Can't I get a refund?"

His voice was very soft, only two people could hear it.

"Then stand still!"

Purple lightning re-condensed in the palm of his right claw; this time, he would concentrate all his power into this one strike.

The phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex roared to the sky behind him, and purple lightning illuminated half of his face.

His left arm still bore the marks of Ma Hongjun's flames, and the base of his thumb was cracked from Dai Mubai's fist, with blood dripping from his fingertips.

But his fighting spirit burned brighter than ever before.

Third Soul Skill: Thunderous Fury

Purple lightning exploded from his body, not continuously emitted outwards, but condensed into a ring of purple lightning armor on his body surface.

The lightning no longer scattered everywhere, but adhered to his body like a second skin, with every inch of his muscles covered in high-voltage current, but without any waste.

The normal blue lightning has been completely replaced by the explosive purple lightning.

His body, like a purple meteor, crashed into Tang San.

Tang San activated his Ghost Shadow Stalking technique at full power, but he found that his speed was decreasing, not due to a lack of stamina.

Instead, the purple lightning armor on Yu Tianheng's body left a faint electrical charge in the air. Every time he dodged, he would touch the residual current, which would paralyze his muscles and delay his reaction.

This is impossible...

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

He finally understood Yu Tianheng's tactics: not to knock him down with one punch, but to trap him here.

The aftershocks of the purple lightning armor will intensify, and his speed will decrease until he can no longer dodge it.

But he cannot back down.

Not even one step!

Yu Tianheng's right claw slammed into his shoulder, and purple lightning erupted the moment it hit him. It wasn't a continuous burning, but a high-pressure release concentrated on a single point.

The electric current pierced through his flesh, scorching his clothes. Tang San had a charred claw mark on his shoulder, with purple scorch marks around the edges of the wound.

Tang San grunted and stumbled, but quickly regained his balance.

He still didn't use the Eight Spider Spears.

The Ghostly Shadows technique activated again, and Blue Silver Grass surged from the ground, not to entangle Yu Tianheng, but to weave barriers between the two.

The grass was burned to ashes by the purple lightning armor, but each barrier slowed Yu Tianheng's speed by half a beat, which Tang San used to create distance.

The hidden weapon flew from between his fingers, not aimed at Yu Tianheng's body, but to block his pursuit route.

A steel needle was driven into the spot where his left foot was about to land, forcing Yu Tianheng to change his pace.

Three darts blocked his right side, forcing him to turn left.

Yu Tianheng's left fist smashed the dart; there was no lightning, only arm strength.

His right claw was tucked into his waist, purple lightning flickering at its tip, waiting for the next opportunity to strike.

The two figures intersected, collided, and separated on the arena.

Tang San was like an eel, slippery and hard to handle.

Yu Tianheng is like a cheetah, each strike accompanied by deadly purple lightning.

But Yu Tianheng's breathing began to become heavy.

The Thunder Fury was too taxing. Although the purple lightning armor was incredibly powerful, it was draining his soul power every second.

He must act quickly.

His gaze locked onto Tang San's footsteps. Although the Ghost Shadow Phantom was eerie, Tang San's stamina was also declining, and his steps were beginning to become more regular.

Right now.

Yu Tianheng's right claw slammed towards Tang San for the third time, purple lightning condensing to its maximum at the claw tip.

Tang San dodged to the side, but this time, his feet were a beat too slow.

Yu Tianheng's left fist emerged from below and slammed solidly into his ribs. There was no lightning; it was just a pure, heavy punch infused with all his strength.

Tang San grunted and was sent flying sideways by the impact, crashing onto the arena and sliding three or four meters away.

But he quickly got up. Blue Silver Grass began to spread again from his feet, and his eyes changed.

Pride vanished, replaced by a cold calculation.

Yu Tianheng did not pursue them.

His left fist was trembling slightly; he had used all his strength in that punch.

The purple lightning armor on its right claw had dimmed considerably, returning to its normal blue state, indicating that more than half of its soul power had been consumed.

He turned and glanced at Ye Lingling.

The pink and white light of the Nine-Heart Begonia fell upon him.

The wound is healing; it's not instantaneous. The Nine-Heart Begonia treatment requires approximately four seconds of guidance time.

A pinkish-white light slowly seeped into the wound like flowing water, and the muscles slowly regenerated, while the skin slowly covered it.

Ye Lingling's face paled slightly.

After treating several people in a row, her soul power had been nearly half depleted, and her fingers would tremble slightly every time the blue light appeared.

The Nine-Heart Begonia can heal wounds, but it cannot heal the depletion of soul power. Her meridians felt like drained channels, empty and painful.

Not only him, but the cracks in the graphite's tortoise shell are being repaired, the scorched wings of Yufeng are being reborn, the torn vines of Tianxuan are growing back, and the bloodstains on Oslo's chest are healing.

But with each person she treated, Ye Lingling's face paled a little more.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the pinkish-white glow of the Nine-Heart Begonia began to become unstable—like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

With Ye Lingling around, Huang Dou's margin for error is significantly higher than their opponent's. However, her soul power is not limitless.

Yu Tianheng turned around and looked at Tang San.

"You are indeed very strong."

His voice was calm.

"But my teammates aren't bad either."

Tang San was silent for a moment, and the Blue Silver Grass spread wildly under his feet.

"continue."

Yu Tianheng smiled.

Blue lightning once again gathered in his right claw, and his figure crashed into Tang San once more.

This time, he did not use Thunder Fury.

The purple lightning armor consumed too much soul power, so he had to use it sparingly. The lightning was concentrated only in his right claw, only turning purple the instant it hit the target.

The left fist doesn't use lightning at all; it's only used for blocking and restraining.

With each collision, he left new wounds on Tang San's body.

The right claw left a charred claw mark on Tang San's shoulder. The blue lightning at the tip of the claw suddenly turned purple upon impact, extinguishing after charring the flesh.

A left fist slammed into his ribs, and a knee struck his thigh.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass left countless marks on his body, and the hidden weapon cut three bloody marks on his arm.

However, Tang San's speed was slowing down, not because of stamina, but because of the effects of Yu Tianheng's lightning strikes after each burst of power.

The residual electrical charge in the air grew increasingly concentrated, and Tang San had to break through that invisible electric grid with every dodge.

But Yu Tianheng did not stop.

Because Ye Lingling can cure him.

Although each treatment required time to guide her, and although her complexion grew paler and paler, and although the pinkish-white light of the Nine-Heart Begonia dimmed, she continued the treatment.

No one could heal Tang San's injuries.

Oscar stood in the back row, gritting his teeth, and pulled a sausage from his pocket with his right hand—his sixth sausage of the day.

"I have a big sausage!"

The incantation was uttered, and the sound echoed across the arena.

His soul power was already depleted; making another one would require overdrawing his mental energy.

Sausages can restore physical strength and soul power, but they cannot heal wounds.

The burning from the purple lightning, the impact of the fist, the bruises on the ribs—these injuries won't disappear just because you eat sausage.

Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda spun above her head, its seven-colored halo precisely projecting amplification onto those in need.

Her face was as pale as paper, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her fingers were trembling.

At the same time, the amplification of the three people was maintained, and their soul power surged out like water from a burst dam.

The longer the increase lasts, the more exponentially the consumption grows. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold on, but she dares not stop.

If you stop, you lose.

Her Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda was beginning to tremble slightly, a sign that her soul power was about to run out.

But Yu Tianheng knew that she wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

Ye Lingling's Nine Heart Begonia continues to steadily emit a pinkish-white halo.

Although it was getting darker and darker, although her lips had lost all color, and although her vision was beginning to blur, she was still receiving treatment.

This is the strategy of the Royal Fight.

Yu Tianheng silently recited this in his heart.

We trade wounds for wounds, blood for blood. You have support, we have healers. You have teamwork, we have levels. You have tactics, we have Ye Lingling.

The longer it drags on, the less you can hold on.

His right claw slammed into Tang San's shoulder again, and the blue lightning exploded the moment it hit, turning purple and scorching the last intact piece of clothing.

Tang San staggered backward, bracing himself with his hands on the ground, but this time, he did not stand up immediately.

He raised his head and looked into Yu Tianheng's eyes.

In those purple eyes, pride had completely vanished, replaced by a resolute determination.

Yu Tianheng recognized that look.

That's the look in a gambler's eyes when they're about to bet their last chip.