Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Sun Qing's martial spirit possessed him, and the wings of the Azure Winged Bat spread out behind him. His figure instantly transformed into an azure shadow, spinning rapidly around Zhao Tiezhu.

Zhao Tiezhu stood still, his gaze fixed on the green figure, his body slightly turning.

"Come on, Brother Zhao, you win if you beat me!"

Sun Qing's voice came from all directions, elusive and uncertain.

Zhao Tiezhu remained motionless.

He is waiting.

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly and threw a punch.

This punch was swift and fast, accompanied by a whistling wind, and it slammed straight into the empty space behind him.

Sun Qing's figure happened to appear there, as if he had bumped into her.

"How is that possible!"

Sun Qing was shocked and flapped his wings to barely dodge the punch, but the force of the punch still swept across his shoulder, causing a burning pain.

Zhao Tiezhu withdrew his fist and chuckled: "You are fast, but your route is predictable."

“Every time I get to the seventh lap, you cut in from my left. I watched it all morning and figured it out.”

Sun Qing's eyes widened, and after a long while, he managed to choke out, "Brother Zhao, are you even human?"

On the other side, Liu Ruyan sat cross-legged in the corner of the martial arts arena, her eyes slightly closed and her hands resting flat on her knees.

A ball of flame, only the size of a fist, floated in front of her, yet it was as solid as a physical object.

The flames spun slowly in her palm, sometimes compressing, sometimes expanding, each change accompanied by violent fluctuations in temperature.

Yue Guan stood before her, dressed in white, his delicate fingers gently gesturing, unusually without a playful grin.

"Your Flame Sparrow is strong in agility but weak in power. Against opponents of the same level, you can win by speed."

"But if you encounter something with strong defense, you won't be able to break through its defenses."

Yue Guan's voice was unusually serious, "Therefore, you need to learn to compress."

He raised his hand, and a golden-red chrysanthemum appeared in his palm.

The petals are layered upon layered, each one burning with a blazing flame, yet the flame remains solid and tangible.

That was a flame he compressed with his soul power. Although it was not as powerful as a flame soul master of the same level, it was enough to teach a soul master.

"The essence of fire is the release of energy. The more intense the release and the wider the range, the more dispersed the power."

"A true strong person is not one who makes the fire burn brighter, but one who keeps it burning more firmly."

He flicked it lightly, and a petal drifted down, landing on the bluestone ground beside the training ground.

There was no explosion, no roar, only a soft "hiss".

A small hole, about the thickness of a finger, appeared on the bluestone floor. Its edges were smooth as a mirror, and its depth was unfathomable.

Liu Ruyan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Yue Guan withdrew his martial spirit and returned to his nonchalant demeanor.

"When you can compress your Flame Sparrow to the size of a fist and double its temperature, you'll have mastered the basics."

"Yes, Second Elder!"

Liu Ruyan took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and continued to control the flame.

The flames danced in her palm, sometimes expanding, sometimes contracting, sizzling as they did so.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she gritted her teeth and remained motionless.

On the other side of the training ground, a chill permeated the air.

Shen Han stood in the center of the arena, and Zhou Tai stood opposite him.

Both were twenty-four years old, one an ice wolf, the other a thunder leopard, one cold and the other hot, one still and the other active.

"Come."

Shen Han's voice was as cold as ice.

Without saying a word, Zhou Tai activated his Martial Soul, and the phantom of the Thunder Leopard appeared behind him. With a wave of his claws, two bolts of lightning shot out.

Shen Han did not dodge. He formed his palms into claws, and the phantom of the ice wolf howled to the sky behind him. The cold air condensed into two ice blades, which collided head-on with the lightning.

boom!

Ice and lightning exploded, and fog filled the air.

Zhou Tai's figure burst out of the mist with astonishing speed, and he grabbed at Shen Han's chest with one claw.

Shen Han dodged to the side and slapped Zhou Tai on the back with his claw.

Chapter 100 Guidance from the Strong

Zhou Tai turned around and barely dodged, but the cold air still swept across his arm, making him grimac.

"Your cold energy isn't flexible enough."

Zhou Tai took a few steps back and shook his frozen arms. "You always come straight to the point. Once I figure out your moves, it'll be easier for me to dodge."

Shen Han remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

Azure Phoenix Douluo appeared at the sidelines at some point, standing with his hands behind his back.

He wore a blue robe, had a handsome face, and was thin, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Shen Han".

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clear enough to be heard.

Shen Han turned around, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Qingluan, the Venerable One!"

Azure Phoenix Douluo walked to the center of the arena, raised his hand, and a stream of energy condensed in his palm, transforming into a small azure bird that hopped between his fingertips.

"Your Ice Wolf is of the ice attribute and is also a beast spirit."

"But you used it as an ice-type, forgetting that it's still a wolf."

With a gentle flick, the little blue bird took flight, tracing a graceful arc in the air.

"The wolf's terror lies not in its claws and teeth, but in its patience, its cunning, and its teamwork."

"You rely too much on the power of ice and have forgotten the instincts of a wolf."

Shen Han was stunned.

Azure Phoenix Douluo looked at him and smiled slightly: "The cold air is your weapon, but the wolf is your soul."

"Let the cold follow your wolf, not the other way around."

Shen Han remained silent for a long time before bowing deeply: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Qingluan Douluo nodded and turned to leave.

Shen Han stood in the center of the field again and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, they had changed.

No longer cold, emotionless eyes, but the eyes of a wolf—sharp, alert, and full of patience.

Zhou Tai felt uneasy under his gaze: "Hey, don't look at me like that..."

Shen Han did not answer.

His figure vanished from the spot, not by teleportation, but by stealthily moving like a wolf.

The chill no longer spread, but instead condensed within three feet of him, like the fur of a wolf.

Zhou Tai suddenly turned around and swung out a claw, but only hit the air.

Shen Han's voice came from behind him, as cold as frost.

"You lost."

Zhou Tai stiffly lowered his head and saw Shen Han's hand pressing on the back of his neck.

The chill penetrated his skin and seeped into his bones. He had no doubt that if Shen Han wanted to, this claw could freeze his cervical spine to pieces.

"Damn..." Zhou Tai smiled wryly, "You're too ruthless."

Shen Han withdrew his hand, a rare smile appearing on his face: "Thank you for your kind offer."

The twin sisters Sun Fang and Sun Fei possess the Twin Vine, a rare plant-type martial soul that requires the two of them to work together to unleash its full power.

There is even hope that a Martial Soul Fusion Skill could be created.

Their training method is very special—they run together strapped to each other.

"Sis, slow down! I can't keep up!"

Sun Fei called out breathlessly. Sun Fang didn't turn around, grabbed her and rushed forward.

"What's with the slow pace! The Holy Son said we need to practice our teamwork!"

"Teamwork means being in sync! If you're fast, I'm fast; if you're slow, I can't be slow—I have to pull you up!"

"Then you can't drag me along! I'm your sister, not your donkey!"

"You are my donkey! For life!"

Sun Fei: "..."

Han Qing's martial spirit is the Shadow Leopard, an agility-based attack type with extremely high speed, but his problem lies in insufficient attack power.

Ling Feng arranged for him to spar with Zhao Tiezhu.

"Brother Han, why are you running so fast? Go ahead and hit me!"

Zhao Tiezhu stood there, patting his chest and shouting.

Han Qing's figure darted across the training ground, leaving a claw mark with each passing moment he swept past Zhao Tiezhu.

However, Zhao Tiezhu's Iron-Spine Wolf was too strong in defense; those claw marks only left a few white marks on his body, not even breaking his skin.

Han Qing stopped, panting heavily: "I can't fight him."