Chapter 198: A Draw! Who Is the Strongest of the New Generation?
At that moment, Long Yue's expression finally changed.
As he looked up at the rising Coiling Dragon Staff, a dangerous instinct surged within his heart.
He understood—his opponent wasn't going to hold back.
Very well. Neither would he.
One step.
"Mountains and Rivers!"
The earth beneath and the mountains above responded to his will, countless peaks bursting skyward once more.
Two steps.
"River Flow!"
The heavens collapsed as torrents of divine water poured down like the silver Milky Way itself, crashing toward the ground.
Three steps.
"Swamp!"
Four steps.
"Continent!"
The Mountain Dragon King martial soul was never one easily mastered. It had granted Long Yue rapid cultivation—yes—but such a gift came with pain far beyond ordinary endurance.
The Mountain Dragon King's body was one with the land itself—mountain, river, and continent. Long Yue's training literally reforged his body into this form.
It was a path akin to becoming his own true spirit. And that path could devour him entirely should he lose control.
But a soul master's path was like rowing upstream—cease moving, and you would fall.
He would never give up.
"Yield now," Long Yue warned.
A manic gleam flashed through his eyes. "Because when everything collapses, the one who falls… will be you!"
At this moment—
Mountain, river, swamp, and continent—
all linked together, resonating with the very fabric of the Douluo Planet.
To stand against him was to defy the entire world itself.
The momentum was set.
Here and now, he was the will of heaven and earth.
That pressure alone was enough to crush any opponent.
"Is that so?" Qian Gu Zhangting's voice trembled faintly under the weight.
The Coiling Dragon Staff in his hands quivered. Within it, the dragon soul roared furiously in protest.
"You think… this is all I have?"
The golden dragon etched upon his staff lifted its head, the roar now shaking the skies.
"ROAR!"
Two blazing golden characters appeared above Zhangting's head—
"Unyielding Spirit."
The greater the pressure, the fiercer his spirit became!
The Mountain Dragon King's power relied on dominance—to overwhelm, to suppress.
But for Zhangting, that same force only strengthened his resolve. Each wave of crushing might only layered upon him like a thousand blessings.
One… two… three… eight full layers—stacked!
All six of his rings flared at once.
Suddenly, the Coiling Dragon Staff split apart, revealing the true form sealed within it.
A real dragon burst forth!
The Heavenly Awakening Saint Golden Dragon!
The blood‑red hue of his earlier aura faded, replaced by pure radiant gold—a dragon wreathed in righteous energy, embodying the balance of heaven and earth.
"The one who will lose—is you!"
"This next move—see if you can survive!"
The Saint Golden Dragon fused with his weapon, his body shining with divine luster. He lifted the staff high above his head.
"Fall!"
The weapon descended like judgment itself.
"Excellent!" Long Yue's eyes gleamed with wild delight. No hesitation now—his left foot slammed forward once more.
"Mountain Collapse!"
The vast continent connected to his martial soul shuddered, the weight of an entire world bearing down as if the heavens were falling.
He roared, swinging down his double‑pointed spear engulfed in draconic energy.
"Wrath of the Mountain Dragon King!"
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
The arena exploded into dust and chaos. Even the reinforced barriers designed to withstand Titled Douluo collapses shattered in an instant.
"Oh my god!" someone screamed.
Students near the edge of the field were almost torn apart by the force before a wave of bloody energy descended from the sky, forming a shimmering red barrier that sealed the battlefield once more.
"The Headmaster intervened!"
The crowd's eyes turned upward—but not in surprise. Talon was a Limit Douluo; containing that blast was expected.
What no one expected was the fight itself.
This wasn't a spar. It wasn't even a competition anymore.
This was destruction incarnate.
Even Le Zhengyu, who had been itching to fight, stood frozen.
"W‑We're supposed to team up with them after this," he stammered. "You sure they won't just kill us by accident?"
The sheer force of the battle left everyone silent—even the Shrek team.
None of them had ever seen Long Yue unleash his true power.
Was he really this terrifying?
Before leaving Star Luo, the academy had used vast resources to boost their new students to Rank 49, preparing for advancement once they acquired new soul rings from the Spirit Pagoda.
But a one‑ring difference shouldn't make power like this.
Only Na'er remained calm. Her element suppressed all dragons; she knew Long Yue still wouldn't be her match.
But his destructive power was undeniably awe‑inspiring.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Even after the initial clash, both refused to stop.
As their constructs—mountains, rivers, and golden dragons—crumbled away, the two fighters crashed into each other hand‑to‑hand.
Within the massive crater that had replaced the arena, one wielded a staff, the other a spear.
They struck again and again—no soul skills, no energy blasts—just raw combat instinct and technique.
They'd completely forgotten it was supposed to be a friendly duel.
This was pure, primal battle—violence for its own sake.
Zhuo Shi's heart sank.
He remembered Elder Enci's warning from the Sea God Pavilion: when Long Yue went all out, he could lose control—driven insane by the influence of the Mountain Dragon King's spirit.
"Don't worry," Talon said coolly. "I'll handle it."
Even he looked speechless as the two young prodigies fought like rabid beasts.
A one‑on‑one match shouldn't have turned into this apocalypse.
He sighed, then released a wave of bloody energy that enveloped both combatants, freezing them mid‑motion.
The moment Qian Gu Zhangting tried to stack "Unyielding" again, a red phantom hand slapped him flat into the ground.
"Enough."
"Draw."
Though he'd wanted to announce his own student's victory—after all, Zhangting had kept up with the dragon of legends—Talon knew better.
This wasn't about who hit harder now.
This was about something else entirely.
Each had awakened a conviction within their hearts—
the belief that they were the strongest of their generation.
Such faith could not be taught—it had to be earned through battle.
Only by meeting a rival who forced them to the brink could those beliefs take root.
Now, both young men stood as equals—monsters forged by combat.
They slowly released their martial souls, meeting each other's gaze.
Each thought the same:
The one who defeats him… will truly be number one.
(END CHAPTER)
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