Night fell over Soto City, but the entire Great Arena was as bright as day, with a cacophony of voices that almost lifted the dome off.
As soon as Lin Chen stepped into the main arena, he was greeted by deafening cheers and discussions—that very night he received an urgent notice from the arena manager that the highly anticipated duel would be scheduled for tonight.
In order to squeeze out every last drop of value from this match, the Soto Grand Arena went all out to advertise: "Thor," who defeated the Mad Warriors team by taking on seven opponents, will face the Heavenly Fighting team, which has recently swept through the Silver Fighting Arena and is undefeated!
The news caused a sensation throughout the city.
The moment Lin Chen stepped into the arena, his gaze swept around. The stands were packed, even the VIP boxes on the top floor were filled with richly dressed nobles and Soul Masters. He secretly estimated that the ticket prices for this match had probably been inflated to several times the usual amount.
"Heh..." Lin Chen chuckled helplessly.
He should have realized that the Soul Arena was willing to offer a generous reward of 200,000 gold soul coins precisely because they were aiming to make a fortune from the tickets and betting odds of this ultimate showdown.
Having figured this out, he stopped worrying and walked straight toward the betting area next to the arena.
With so many nobles and wealthy people betting heavily on the Tian Dou Royal Team, he wanted to see just how outrageous his odds really were.
Soon, Lin Chen found the huge golden odds board.
The large characters in the very center were particularly eye-catching:
Thor VS Heavenly Royal Team
Thor's odds of winning are 1:7
One to seven!
Lin Chen's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he took out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School black card he had obtained from Ning Rongrong the night before, swiped the card, and placed a bet of 200,000 gold soul coins, betting everything on himself to win.
Although he was determined to win, he wasn't reckless enough to bet everything he had. Leaving room for maneuver was the best long-term strategy.
After the betting was completed, on the high platform in the center of the arena, the host, microphone in hand, roared in a voice so passionate it cracked:
"Distinguished guests! Esteemed Soul Masters! The ultimate showdown that everyone has been waiting for—now begins!"
boom--!
The entire stadium erupted in a tsunami of cheers.
The spotlights suddenly turned on, and two beams of light shone on either side of the arena.
Lin Chen walked out slowly, his blue hair fluttering in the wind, and purple-gold lightning flickering around him. With a single clench of his hand, a huge Thor's hammer suddenly appeared, eliciting screams from the crowd.
On the other side, seven figures walked out in unison, the entire Heaven Dou Royal Team, who would soon be competing in the Continental High-Level Soul Master Elite Tournament.
Lin Chen's gaze swept across the group, taking in the appearances of all seven: standing at the head of the formation was Captain Yu Tianheng. A direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, his silver-white outfit accentuated his slender shoulders and back, his brows and eyes sharp as lightning. Lightning crackled around him; his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul hadn't yet manifested, yet it already caused the air to tremble slightly. Two yellow and one purple soul rings pulsed steadily, the aura of a level 39 Power Attack-type Battle Soul Master solidified yet restrained. He was a born leader, pride etched into his bones, yet never frivolous; every punch he threw carried the decisive force of a thunderbolt, making him the unshakeable blade of the team.
Beside Yu Tianheng stood the vice-captain, Dugu Yan. The wielder of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul, and granddaughter of Poison Douluo Dugu Bo. She wore a long, azure dress, her hair adorned with delicate silver ornaments, and her purple eyes held a serpentine agility and coldness. A level thirty-eight control-type Battle Soul Master, her two yellow and one purple soul rings flickered with her breath. She was willful yet intelligent; her poison mist and crowd control complemented each other perfectly, making her the team's central nervous system. Only when she looked at Yu Tianheng did the sharpness in her eyes soften into a gentle tenderness, like the most tacit sheath beside a blade.
In the middle of the team stood the twin brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo. Their Xuanwu Turtle Martial Soul was the benchmark of the defensive type in the Heavenly Dou Battle. Shi Mo was as steady as a rock, while Shi Mo was honest and reliable. Both wore heavy black armor, their imposing figures resembling mobile fortresses. At level 38 and 37 respectively, they were defensive-type Battle Soul Masters, blessed with two yellow and one purple Soul Rings. When their Xuanwu Turtle Armor was deployed, it became the most solid barrier in the world. They rarely spoke, only protecting their teammates with their own flesh and blood, the team's most reliable shield.
Beyond the shield's shadow, two figures moved with lightning speed. One was Yu Feng, a level 36 agility-based warrior with the Wind Chime Bird martial soul. His movements were swift and agile, his wings a pale blue, and his gaze sharp as an eagle's. He could always find an enemy's weakness in an instant, tearing through defenses with wind blades—a sharp blade lurking on the edge of the battlefield.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with Yu Feng was Oslo, the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul. A faint shadow surrounded him, his steps were silent, and his eyes were sinister yet loyal. Both were level 36 agility-attack type Battle Soul Masters. The Ghost Leopard's speed and ruthlessness complemented the Wind Chime Bird's agility, one in the light and one in the shadow, annihilating any enemy who dared to approach.
At the rear of the formation stood Ye Lingling, her Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Soul being the most powerful healing-type weapon spirit in the Douluo Continent. She wore a simple white dress, her hair flowing gently, her eyes and brows as cool and aloof as a plum blossom under the moon. A level 31 support-type weapon spirit master, her two yellow and one purple spirit rings radiated a soft aura of life. Though taciturn, she could use the power of the Nine-Hearted Begonia to soothe all the team's wounds, serving as their lifeline and an inextinguishable beacon of hope.
Each of the seven possessed their own unique strengths, yet they formed a cohesive whole. Yu Tianheng's thunderous attacks, Dugu Yan's poisonous mist control, the Shi brothers' sturdy shield defense, Yu Feng and Oslo's agile and ruthless attacks, and Ye Lingling's life-saving protection—they were the pride of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, a team personally honed by Qin Ming, each figure embodying the passion and glory of a young soul master.
The host's loud voice rang out again:
"Let's welcome—the Heavenly Dou Royal Team! And the mysterious powerhouse who swept the arena—Thor!"
Lin Chen gripped Thor's hammer, lightning crackling at his fingertips.
The arena was completely silent, with tens of thousands of eyes fixed on the two figures in the center.
Yu Tianheng took a step forward, his golden hair billowing arrogantly, and faint blue-purple lightning crackling across his body, the oppressive aura of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex subtly spreading out. He stared at Lin Chen, his eyes filled with defiance:
"I've heard of your title 'Thor.' But it's really unfair for seven of us to fight you alone. They call you Thor, but I don't believe it—my Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan is the true heir to the Thunder-type Martial Soul."
He turned around abruptly and said in a deep voice to the members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Team behind him:
"None of you are allowed to interfere. This is a one-on-one fight between me and him!"
Dugu Yan and the others exchanged glances, their faces full of helplessness, but they still retreated in unison. Yu Tianheng was arrogant and a team captain; once he made up his mind, no one could stop him.
Lin Chen toyed with the purple-gold lightning swirling in his hand and chuckled:
"Alright. I'll play a match with you first, and show you what a real thunderbolt is."
"Arrogant!"
Yu Tianheng roared angrily.
Before he finished speaking, three spirit rings around him suddenly lit up—yellow, yellow, and purple, a standard top-tier spirit master configuration!
His right arm instantly swelled, covered in a layer of dark dragon scales, and a ferocious dragon claw materialized, unleashing a burst of violent lightning:
"Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, Martial Soul Possession!"
He lunged forward, his dragon claws crackling with devastating lightning, aiming straight for Lin Chen:
"First Soul Skill - Thunder Dragon Claw!"
Blue-purple lightning roared in, its power terrifying.
But Lin Chen stood still, without even trying to dodge.
A bizarre scene unfolded:
As soon as Yu Tianheng's lightning approached the purple-gold lightning surrounding Lin Chen, it was instantly swallowed up like water flowing into the sea, not even touching the hem of Lin Chen's clothes.
Yu Tianheng's pupils constricted sharply in disbelief, and his second soul skill followed immediately:
"Second Soul Skill - Thunderous Might!"
Despite the relentless barrage of lightning, it couldn't touch Lin Chen at all.
Lin Chen moved lightly, dodging casually as if strolling in a garden. He swung his hammer backhand, unleashing bursts of purple-gold lightning that sent Yu Tianheng staggering backward, his hand throbbing with pain and his arm going numb.
Lin Chen slowly stepped forward, looking down at him with a mocking smile on his lips.
Yu Tianheng staggered to his feet, his face deathly pale, and asked in a startled voice:
"Why? My lightning... has absolutely no effect on you? That's impossible!"
Lin Chen chuckled, and the purple-gold lightning power around him suddenly surged, creating a terrifying aura that surpassed all other lightning types, causing Yu Tianheng's body to stiffen.
He spoke calmly, his voice clearly carrying throughout the entire Soul Arena:
"It's normal that you don't know."
"Then I'll show you what I'm capable of today—"
Have you ever heard of what an ultimate martial soul is?
Yu Tianheng froze, his three spirit rings trembling violently. His face was filled with disbelief as he exclaimed in shock, "Ultimate Martial Soul? What is that?!"
Seeing his horrified expression, Lin Chen's lips curled into a cold smile. His clear and resonant voice carried through the arena's soul power amplification array, reaching every corner:
"The author of 'The Form of Martial Soul,' which became famous across the continent a few years ago, had previously written a manuscript specifically recording the ultimate martial soul. Unfortunately, at that time, all the soul masters on the continent regarded that manuscript as the delusion of a madman, and ridiculed that such a heaven-defying martial soul could not possibly exist in the world."
His body was enveloped in a sudden surge of purple-gold lightning, and the ancient lightning patterns on the Thor's Hammer shone brightly. An overwhelming pressure, surpassing all lightning-type martial souls, crashed down like a divine mountain.
"But everyone is wrong. The ultimate martial soul possesses the purest and most domineering single attribute, making it the supreme ruler among martial souls of the same attribute."
"And I—"
Lin Chen raised his hammer, his gaze sweeping indifferently over Yu Tianheng:
"My martial spirit is the ultimate lightning. Your Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Lightning is nothing more than a firefly compared to the bright moon in front of me."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Chen moved.
Without any fancy soul skills or unnecessary movements, he simply swept his hammer across the room.
The purple-gold lightning exploded, scorching and distorting the air, unleashing the ultimate power of lightning without reservation!
Yu Tianheng's pupils contracted sharply. He mustered all his strength to unleash his soul power, holding the dragon claw horizontally in front of him to block the attack.
"I don't believe it! The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex can't possibly lose!"
"Bang--!"
The deafening roar echoed throughout the entire stadium!
The violent lightning power instantly shattered his defenses. Yu Tianheng was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He tumbled several times in the air before he could barely use his soul power to stabilize himself.
"Bang!"
He crashed heavily onto the field, sliding several meters away, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, looking utterly disheveled.
Even after landing, Yu Tianheng remained paralyzed on the ground, his face filled with shock, staring intently at Lin Chen, his mind completely blank.
The entire Soul Arena fell into complete silence at that moment.
The six members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Team stood frozen in place, dumbfounded.
Tens of thousands of spectators were initially completely silent, and then—
"boom--!!!"
The deafening uproar and screams nearly lifted the dome of the fighting arena!
"Ultimate Martial Soul? That manuscript that was treated as a joke is real?!"
"The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex is a top-tier beast spirit! How could it be so easily crushed?!"
"He is the ultimate lightning! No wonder lightning has no effect on him, no wonder he is called the God of Thunder!"
"This is no longer just genius, this is the pinnacle of martial spirits!"
Everyone was stunned by this mind-blowing truth.
That ultimate martial soul, once ridiculed by all the soul masters on the continent as a figment of their imagination, now stands alive in the center of the arena, crushing the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus with a single hammer blow.
Shock, horror, disbelief...
Countless emotions spread wildly within the Soul Arena.
Lin Chen held Thor's Hammer, his body surrounded by purple-gold lightning, like a true Thor descending to earth.
His gaze swept lightly over the pale-faced Yu Tianheng, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable domineering air:
"Now, do you know what real thunder is?"
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