Chapter 279 Elementary Soul Master Academy.
Even without the seventh soul ring, a level 70 Soul Saint with ultimate attributes possesses an aura that ordinary Soul Emperors cannot withstand, not even the pure-blooded Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and at this moment, Yu Tianlong's forehead was involuntarily covered in cold sweat.
"I'll give you two moves. If you don't even dare to make a move, then your so-called sparring is truly a joke." Looking at Yu Tianlong's serious appearance, Wu Xuan chuckled.
"Alright, then please take this move!" Yu Tianlong's eyes narrowed slightly, and dense lightning erupted around him, his arms transforming into a pair of dragon claws.
As the undisputed number one among the younger generation of Soul Masters in the three northern provinces of the Heavenly Soul Empire, he hadn't been looked down upon like this for many years, but today he had encountered it, and by a Soul Master even younger than himself.
Yu Tianlong suddenly raised his right arm to the side, and the lightning-wrapped dragon claw tore directly towards Wu Xuan.
"Whirlwind~Defense!" Wu Xuan murmured, and a pale blue aura instantly erupted from his body.
The terrifying hurricane lost its usual offensiveness, enveloping Wu Xuan like a shield. A cracking sound echoed in the air, and Yu Tianlong's swinging dragon claw abruptly stopped, only to be flung away. Yu Tianlong staggered back several steps, his entire right arm trembling slightly.
"One more move!" Wu Xuan said calmly, as if discussing something insignificant.
Yu Tianlong let out a low shout, and streaks of blue lightning spread from his body. Blue-purple scales quietly appeared, and his body instantly swelled, reaching a height of two and a half meters, with shoulders exceeding one and a half meters in width. The dragon scales were thickest on his terrifying and powerful arms, completely transforming them into the shape of dragon arms. Streaks of blue lightning swirled around him, making him look like a humanoid soul beast, even his eyes turning blue-purple.
"Take this!" Yu Tianlong rubbed his hands together in front of him, and a blue-purple lightning ball instantly formed. He took a large step forward with his left foot, making a throwing motion.
Holding the lightning ball in his right hand, his three spirit rings—one, two, and three—simultaneously shone brightly. Thousands of bolts of lightning erupted from his body, all converging towards the lightning ball in his hand.
As the thousands of lightning bolts condensed, the edge of the lightning ball in Yu Tianlong's hand began to change color. The blue-purple deepened. A few seconds later, it turned black—a black that seemed capable of devouring everything. A faint dark purple electric light surrounded the black ball.
"Not bad lightning control; you're number one among your peers," Wu Xuan commented with a slight nod.
Yu Tianlong's control over lightning was even better than Bei Bei's. He truly deserved to be a pure-blooded Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex spirit master. But unfortunately, he had encountered Wu Xuan.
A jet-black fourth spirit ring shone brightly from Wu Xuan's right arm.
Yu Tianlong swung his raised arm forward, and the black lightning ball instantly transformed into a phantom light, shooting towards Wu Xuan.
"Yin Wind Ghost Scythe Claw!" Wu Xuan murmured softly!
His five fingers formed a claw in the air, and almost instantly, a gigantic ghost claw appeared directly in front of the black lightning ball. Its appearance was so sudden, completely without warning.
The ghost claw slammed down, its jet-black blades resembling five scythes of death.
Before Yu Tianlong could even think, the lightning ball shattered with a deafening roar.
"What?" Yu Tianlong was startled. He knew the power of his lightning ball; now, without any wear and tear, it had been crushed and shattered by the opponent. The scattered lightning could potentially destroy the city gate.
One second, two seconds, three seconds! Yu Tianlong remained standing there, dumbfounded.
"How is this possible?" Yu Tianlong muttered in disbelief.
The black hand directly extinguished the black lightning that was about to erupt, dissipating into nothingness.
"Two moves and it's over? Young man, you still need more practice. Farewell!" Wu Xuan patted Yu Tianlong's shoulder and leaped into the air, his flying soul tool leaving a trail of dark blue flame as it carried him into the sky.
"Can you tell me your name?" Yu Tianlong shouted loudly at Wu Xuan in the air.
"Wu Xuan!"
Before Yu Tianlong could respond, Wu Xuan's figure had already disappeared from sight.
"Wu Xuan! Wu Xuan from Shrek Academy? What's he doing in Dragon City?" Yu Tianlong's eyes widened, finally realizing the reason for his crushing defeat.
It was all because the other party was named Wu Xuan, a genius that only appeared once every ten thousand years on the continent.
"..."
The three northern provinces of Tianhun were undoubtedly the six or seven cities surrounding Dragon City, the closest to the north. Among these six or seven cities, Maple Snow City was undoubtedly the most remote, with the lowest city walls and the smallest population. According to the information he had gathered, the city's permanent population definitely did not exceed two hundred thousand.
Only when Wu Xuan truly stepped into the city did he understand the desolation and bleakness of Maple Snow City. Compared to the bustling scene of Dragon City, there wasn't a single pedestrian on the streets of Maple Snow City, let alone soldiers on guard duty.
Without needing to inquire, Wu Xuan could already see a tall archway in the distance. The archway was twenty meters wide and over ten meters high, constructed entirely of solid rock, with two dark iron gates at the bottom, clearly made of high-quality refined iron.
Maple Snow Primary Soul Master Academy.
Even in the most remote and underdeveloped cities of the Douluo Continent, primary soul master academies were bound to exist, because they were the easiest places for small families or sects to recruit disciples. No small family or sect could guarantee that their power would have a continuous line of successors and remain prosperous for a long time; therefore, continuously absorbing fresh blood was the way for these small forces to maintain long-term development.
With the support of these small families and sects, it would be difficult for a primary soul master academy in a small city not to thrive.
After the Spirit Hall's destruction, the children in remote villages suffered the most, because virtually no spirit masters were willing to travel long distances to awaken spirits for children in these remote villages for free. Even if they were, they were few and far between. Thousands of years of history had taught them that the more remote and desolate a village, the less likely it was to produce a genius spirit master. Even if such a master did emerge, their cultivation path would be ruined due to insufficient acquired talent.
Consider Huo Yuhao: his Spirit Eye spirit is undoubtedly one of the top-tier physical spirits, yet his innate spirit power is only level one—because of insufficient acquired talent.
No powerful force would invest resources in a commoner spirit master with such limited talent.
However, in cities, towns, or large villages, awakening a spirit is not so difficult; with a certain price, it can be easily achieved. Therefore, these junior spirit master academies are not lacking in students, but gaining admission is not so simple.
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