Chapter 74: Tang Ya – Beibei Is Such an Idiot
"Not bad. That's a decent ability."
Ye Chen smiled faintly and released his martial soul in the next instant.
A wave of absolute, all-encompassing cold burst outward, spreading across the entire arena.
Even the Soul Emperor–level referee shivered and instinctively backed off the platform, teeth clattering from the chill.
Yellow. Purple. Purple. Black.
Four spirit rings lit up, their mighty aura sweeping outward.
The sheer presence from Ye Chen's rings instantly suppressed Beibei completely.
Of course, it wasn't just the difference in their cultivation or spirit rings—the suppression came from Ye Chen's very bloodline itself.
Among dragon-type martial souls, hierarchy meant everything.
The higher bloodline always dominated the lower. No exceptions.
The Ice Dragon King was the monarch of the Frost Dragon clan, master of supreme ice.
Crushing the lightning-based Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's aura? Effortless.
"What—what is this?! Why can your Ice Dragon suppress my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit?!
And your spirit ring—it's ten thousand years old?!"
Beibei staggered back several steps, face pale with shock.
He hadn't done enough research. All he'd known before this was that Ye Chen was a Soul Ancestor.
Never had he imagined that Ye Chen's power would be this overwhelming.
Not only was Ye Chen's spirit stronger, his martial techniques radiated terrifying depth.
How was he supposed to fight that?
He had challenged Ye Chen precisely because he'd heard the boy's spirit was an "Ice Dragon."
They were both dragon-types—and in his mind, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was clearly the superior species.
As long as he could suppress the opponent by lineage, Ye Chen's strength and soul power would be weakened.
That was his trump card—his reason for confidently challenging a higher rank.
But reality slapped him cold: Ye Chen's dragon bloodline was stronger than his own.
When had such a terrifying bloodline spirit appeared in this world?
And how had no one heard of it before?!
"Who told you my martial soul was just an Ice Dragon?"
Ye Chen grinned, amusement flickering in his eyes as he looked down at Beibei.
He wasn't in a hurry to strike back. Crushing Beibei in one blow would be boring.
Worse, Beibei might later claim he was caught off guard or that Ye Chen used a sneak attack. That wouldn't do.
After all, exaggerating losses to save face was practically a Shrek tradition.
Ye Chen didn't need to rush. His aura alone ensured victory.
Even if he fought a ring short, he could still flatten Beibei without any real effort.
Besides, he'd already noticed Huo Yuhao secretly lending Beibei support with spiritual sharing.
Since Huo Yuhao was so eager to "assist," Ye Chen would simply make this last longer—to teach them both a properly humbling lesson.
"So what if your martial soul's strong? Combat isn't just about raw power—it's about skill too!"
Beibei roared, igniting his full state in desperation—Thunder's Wrath!
Lightning erupted around him, doubling and then tripling in intensity.
That skill amplified all his attacks by fifty percent and boosted his overall attributes by nearly forty. It was Beibei's supreme build-up, his apex form.
"Thunder Claw!"
Lightning crackled down his arm as his hands transformed into talons.
He used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step, his figure blurring, and charged at Ye Chen with frightening speed.
"Interesting~"
Ye Chen smiled slightly. He didn't even bother activating any offensive skills.
He just used his second soul skill, summoning a layer of shimmering ice armor around his body.
As Beibei's savage claws closed in, Ye Chen didn't dodge. He didn't need to.
"You fool!"
Seeing Ye Chen stand unmoving, Beibei's eyes blazed with anger.
He poured every drop of soul power into his attack. His Lightning Dragon Claws shrieked with terrifying force as they struck down.
Crack—BOOM!
The massive impact exploded with electric fury—blue arcs dancing everywhere.
And then—silence.
When the smoke cleared, everyone froze in astonishment.
That seemingly devastating blow hadn't even scratched Ye Chen.
The lightning hadn't injured him at all. It simply dispersed upon contact, absorbed entirely by his ice armor.
And Beibei's claw? Held firmly in Ye Chen's hand—stopped without effort, not even forcing him back half a step.
"H-how… how can your strength be this overwhelming?!" Beibei gasped.
Dragon-type martial souls greatly enhanced physical strength.
He expected Ye Chen to be a little stronger—but not this much. The power gap was too enormous, unbridgeable.
"Beibei, you're really disappointing. But don't worry—I promised Little Ya I wouldn't hurt you too badly. Wouldn't want to embarrass you too much."
Ye Chen's voice was calm, almost bored.
"You… you bastard!!"
Driven mad by humiliation, Beibei lost all control, lightning flaring wildly.
"Thunder Crash!"
"Thunder Claw!!"
"Crane-Capturing, Dragon-Controlling Technique!"
...
He unleashed every skill he had in rapid succession.
But none of it mattered.
Every attack struck Ye Chen's body, each bolt of lightning vanishing into nothing the moment it made contact—frozen and dissolved before it could bite.
Not even a flake of his ice armor chipped. It was as though the entire battlefield played along with Ye Chen's mockery.
His control arts fared no better.
Against Ye Chen's titanic dragon strength, the Crane-Capturing technique may as well have been child's play.
He couldn't move Ye Chen an inch.
Instead, shards of ice burst from Ye Chen's skin every time Beibei struck, throwing him off-balance and momentarily freezing his limbs.
Still, Ye Chen didn't attack. He just stood there, watching Beibei flail like a trapped animal.
That gaze—lazy, amused, almost pitying—stabbed deeper than any sword.
The look one reserved for a clown struggling at the end of a hopeless act.
Half a minute later, Beibei's soul power was nearly drained, his attacks weakening rapidly as frost began spreading from his arms to his chest, restricting his movement more and more.
But stubborn pride made him keep fighting.
If he could just—just land one solid hit—he might at least salvage some dignity.
He already knew defeat was certain. But surely, he wouldn't end like this—frozen, helpless, and toyed with.
...
In the stands.
Huo Yuhao's forehead was dripping with sweat.
His Spiritual Sharing consumed immense energy, his focus stretched thin.
That ability was supposed to analyze enemy weaknesses and feed them into Beibei's perception, granting him openings in melee combat.
But there were no openings to exploit.
Beibei couldn't even crack Ye Chen's defense—while his own attacks kept rebounding from the icy barrier.
His "advantage" had become pointless.
Beibei wasn't breaking Ye Chen's guard—he was the one being broken.
Huo Yuhao's confidence began to crack too.
He had imagined countless outcomes last night. Some wins. Some close losses. A few wild-card scenarios where his interference was discovered.
But this?
A total shutout—not once had Beibei even wounded Ye Chen.
The gap was absolute. Terrifying.
"Yuhao, stop wasting your effort. I told you already—Beibei can't possibly win."
Tang Ya's voice was soft, detached. She watched without emotion.
Even as Beibei stumbled under the barrage of cold, she didn't feel pity.
After all, he had brought this upon himself.
Ants challenging a dragon—what outcome could there be besides crushed pride?
The result had been decided long before the match began.
If he'd simply surrendered early, there would've been no need to suffer.
But he was too stubborn to quit—he had to be beaten down to understand.
What else could she do, cry and rush the stage to avenge his bruised ego?
Honestly… Beibei really was an idiot.
And Tang Ya was no fool.
She wasn't about to shoulder the embarrassment caused by his stupidity.
(END CHAPTER)
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