Douluo Continent: The Real World

Two soul rings, one yellow and one purple, slowly rose from under Yu Tianyan's feet, while violent blue-purple lightning surrounded his body.

As soon as the purple soul ring appeared, the crowd erupted in surprise.

"Oh my god! Contestant Lei Shen actually has a thousand-year soul ring. Among the great soul masters' fighting spirits, there has never been a thousand-year soul ring before!" the female host exclaimed excitedly, intending to heighten the atmosphere in the arena.

The audience in the stands buzzed with chatter. Groups of three or four whispered among themselves, with some people exclaiming in disbelief. What puzzled them most was how someone could absorb a thousand years of energy into their second soul ring.

Shi Tian remarked, "It seems you have the right to call yourself the Thunder God with such an arrogant title. This is the first time I've seen a second ring at the millennium level."

Yu Tianyan didn't reply. Instead, he leapt into action, surrounded by an aura of lightning as he charged toward Shi Tian. His approach to problems was always simple and direct.

"Thor contestant has taken the initiative! How will Shi Tian respond?" the host called out, her voice echoing through the arena.

Yu Tianyan's hands crackled with lightning as he lunged forward.

Leaving oneself in mid-air during a battle is a foolish act, Shi Tian thought, frowning. It makes you an easy, immobile target.

His expression turned serious as he activated his ability. "Seeking death? Second Soul Skill: Thousands of Troops Piercing!"

The second yellow soul ring on Shi Tian lit up, and the spear in his hand glowed with a piercing white light. He thrust it forward with great force, aiming to impale Yu Tianyan.

Yu Tianyan felt a sharp pain as the attack grazed him but remained focused. His hands, still crackling with lightning, grabbed the spear with precision, guided by his mental power.

Shi Tian snorted coldly and suddenly exerted more force. His second soul skill amplified the spear's power with every thrust. But the face beneath Yu Tianyan's fire-dragon mask wore a confident smile.

Yu Tianyan allowed himself to be lifted by the spear. Chanting, "Discharge!" he unleashed a torrent of blue-purple lightning. The electric current surged down the spear toward Shi Tian.

Shi Tian, realizing the danger, tried to let go of the spear, but it was too late. He quickly retracted his martial spirit and leapt backward, but Yu Tianyan was relentless.

The spear dissolved, and Yu Tianyan opened both hands. Violent bolts of lightning erupted outward, enveloping Shi Tian.

Shi Tian, unable to match Yu Tianyan's speed, was completely consumed by the lightning.

"Ahhh—!"

Shi Tian's tall frame convulsed violently under the attack. His body trembled as Yu Tianyan continued to channel soul power, rendering him unconscious. Recognizing this as a soul battle and not a deathmatch, Yu Tianyan stopped his attack, retracting the lightning.

Shi Tian's limp body fell to the ground with a resounding thud, smoke curling from his mouth.

"It's time to announce the results," the host declared.

Stunned by the quick conclusion of the battle, she recovered and proclaimed:

"I declare the winner of the 13th Fighting Spirit Match in the 8th Arena—Thor!"

Applause and cheers erupted from the audience. They relished watching crushing, decisive battles, especially ones involving extraordinary feats like a second ring of the millennium. After this victory, many in the audience would remember his name.

"Thor, please head backstage to register your points and claim your bonus," the host continued.

Yu Tianyan nodded and left the arena. Even as he walked away, faint cheers for the "Thunder God" could still be heard.

After registering his points, Yu Tianyan was met with Liu Erlong's dissatisfied expression.

"You relied entirely on your martial spirit to win. That Shi Tian didn't even have a chance to showcase his strength before you electrocuted him. This kind of battle doesn't help you grow," Liu Erlong scolded.

"Sister, what can I do? Martial spirit is innate," Yu Tianyan replied with a smile, sensing her frustration.

Liu Erlong snorted. "What's the point of me bringing you here if you fight like this? It's a waste of my time!"

Yu Tianyan's smile widened. He was waiting for someone—someone he knew would eventually appear. According to Shrek Academy's habits, they would bring students to fight on their first day. If Qin Ming encountered them, he would definitely bring the students.

"Sister, you'll understand soon. We'll stay here for a year, but it will be worth it," Yu Tianyan said confidently.

Liu Erlong frowned. "Xiao Yan, fighting like this is useless. Do you really plan to waste another year here? You've already thrown away two years of training time. Soul battles should be a means to an end, not an end in themselves."

Yu Tianyan understood her concerns but wasn't swayed. The unique fire within him gave him an edge, allowing him to defy the conventional training timeline for soul masters. These few years weren't wasted—they were essential for his larger plans.

"Sister, we won't fight every day. We just need to wait for someone. Once she arrives, we can leave the arena and move on to the next phase. Trust me," he reassured her.

Liu Erlong's frown deepened, a hint of dissatisfaction on her otherwise flawless face. "If you're just waiting for someone, why not let me find them for you?" she asked.

Yu Tianyan shook his head. If he let Liu Erlong intervene, it would appear as though his intentions were impure.

Frustrated, Liu Erlong let out a delicate snort. "If I stay here every day, what happens to my own cultivation? Didn't you promise me three years? I'm still at level 87. How will I ever reach Titled Douluo at this rate?"

Yu Tianyan gave her a knowing look, one that made her slightly flustered.

He smiled and said, "Sister, the reason you're struggling to break through is because your mind isn't focused. You're constantly distracted by unnecessary worries."

Liu Erlong's face flushed red at his words.

"You're the reason for this!" she snapped, twisting his ear in frustration.

Yu Tianyan froze, one thought echoing in his mind: Has Sister Erlong finally acknowledged her feelings?

He barely felt the pain in his ear as he gazed at her with an intense expression.

Embarrassed by her own outburst, Liu Erlong quickly let go. She turned her head, avoiding his gaze, and remained silent.

Yu Tianyan composed himself, suppressing his emotions. Taking her hand, he said, "Let's go, sister. Let's watch the next match. We may not even need a year—just one meeting with that person, and my plan can begin. As for your cultivation, leave that to me. I'll find a soul beast and soul bone suited to you."

"Alright," Liu Erlong replied softly, her emotions in turmoil as she allowed him to guide her toward the viewing platform.

Unbeknownst to Yu Tianyan, whenever he wasn't helping Liu Erlong manage her emotions, she often found herself thinking of him during her outbursts.

As they walked, she glanced at him, conflicted. Is he really just a child?

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