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His own children were all monsters with innate soul power at level 20, so naturally, this couldn't be exposed.
At the time of their martial soul awakening, Ye Wen had strictly instructed them never to reveal their innate soul power of level 20.
The once soft and adorable Ye Tianshui transformed dramatically the moment she summoned her martial soul. Sharp claws extended from her ten fingers, exuding an icy aura, while a blue-white dragon scale appeared on her forehead.
A blue-white dragon-shaped soul imprint emerged in her originally aqua-blue right eye.
At this moment, Ye Tianshui's entire body grew slightly taller, radiating an overwhelming presence of dominance and cold beauty.
"Ye Tianshui, martial soul Ice Dragon, ten-level soul master. Please guide me."
The stark contrast in her demeanor immediately put Tang San on high alert.
Beside them, Yu Xiaogang also grew serious.
When it came to research on dragon-type martial souls across the Douluo Continent, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan undoubtedly held the most authority. However, according to records, an Ice Dragon martial soul should not possess such formidable might.
If he could get closer and examine it carefully, perhaps he could uncover its secrets. But after glancing at Ye Wen beside him, Yu Xiaogang quickly suppressed this thought. Ye Wen's knowledge far surpassed his own—this was likely intentional concealment.
Moreover, Yu Xiaogang sensed his own soul power.
The moment Ye Tianshui summoned her Ice Dragon King martial soul, his Luo Sanpao seemed to be completely suppressed.
It even emitted a faint sense of submission. As someone on the verge of breaking through to Soul Emperor, Yu Xiaogang knew this was enough to prove that her martial soul's quality far surpassed his own half-finished Holy Light Dragon.
Swallowing hard, Yu Xiaogang thought, 'If I ever get the chance, I'll have my father approach Ye Wen to propose a marriage alliance. Tian Heng is about the right age for marriage—it's a perfect match.'
After all, such a powerful dragon-type martial soul would be wasted in the Tianxing Academy.
Fortunately, Ye Wen couldn't read minds; otherwise, he would've slapped Yu Xiaogang to death long ago.
How dare a mere bottom-tier upper three sect even think of proposing a marriage alliance? They're courting death!
And Tianshui was only just over six years old—Yu Xiaogang was truly a perverted beast.
Meanwhile, the tension between Tang San and Ye Tianshui escalated sharply.
"First Soul Skill—Entangle."
Tang San didn't bother using any tricks against a little girl and directly launched a preemptive strong attack.
Moreover, due to the unique nature of plant-type martial souls and Ye Tianshui's lower cultivation level, Tang San wasn't subjected to martial soul suppression.
(A/N: In Douluo III, many dragon-type martial souls were completely dominated by Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon martial soul. The suppressive relationship between beast-type martial souls of the same bloodline was incredibly strong. If the gap in bloodline was too large, the weaker side could only await death. Even weapon-type martial souls with dragon attributes were suppressed. Fortunately, Douluo I didn't have as many overwhelmingly powerful beast-type martial souls.)
Seeing the overwhelming vines rushing toward her to bind her, Ye Tianshui pushed off the ground with her feet, instantly stepping behind Tang San with a burst of speed.
"So fast!"
Tang San was startled and quickly used his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dodge Ye Tian Shui's attack. He no longer dared to underestimate the little girl before him.
Only then did Tang San notice that Ye Tianshui hadn't even activated her soul ring yet. He knew that without manifesting a soul ring, it was difficult to unleash soul skills.
A sense of being looked down upon began to fester in his heart, memories of his past life flooding back. Tang San decided to stop holding back. Even though she was the daughter of Principal Ye Wen, he would make her understand his strength.
After awakening his Green Vine martial soul, Tang San had consciously trained in whip techniques. Though whips were a niche weapon in his past life, he had some understanding of them.
With precision, he swung the elongated vine, empowered by his Entangle soul skill, toward Ye Tianshui.
Such a monotonous attack was easily dodged by Ye Tianshui.
Since the vine was condensed from his own soul power, Tang San wielded it with exceptional ease. A flurry of strikes created afterimages, accompanied by sharp sonic booms, making the scene look quite terrifying.
Watching this, Yu Xiaogang's heart raced. Had Tang San been living in the countryside for too long? How dare he use such heavy-handed attacks? This was just a friendly sparring match! If he truly angered the other party, they wouldn't care about their background—they could easily crush them.
Seeing the dense barrage of attacks, Ye Tianshui knew she couldn't dodge them all. A purple soul ring rose beneath her feet.
"First Soul Skill—Ice Spirit Dragon Armor!"
In an instant, several plate-like armors appeared on Ye Tian Shui's body, protecting her vital areas. Her skin was also covered with a dense layer of blue-white dragon scales.
Upon seeing this, Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale with shock.
One of the foundational techniques of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was the Dragon Transformation Art. Yet this little girl's first soul skill could achieve full-body dragon transformation.
Yu Xiaogang silently resolved that once he contacted his father, he absolutely must have him arrange a marriage alliance with the Tianxing Academy. Otherwise, their clan's status in the world of martial arts would be jeopardized.
Tang San's powerful whip strikes landed on Ye Tianshui's body, but she silently endured them all.
"Is this all you've got?" Ye Tianshui's somewhat childish voice carried a hint of disdain.
Tang San's heart burned with anger, but in the next moment, his eyes widened.
Ye Tianshui vanished from her original position and reappeared right in front of him.
"Shave—Rigid Style—Punch!"
Her movements flowed seamlessly, and a powerful punch struck Tang San squarely in the abdomen.
In an instant, Tang San's face contorted in pain, veins bulging, his eyes bloodshot as he was sent flying backward.
Hidden in the shadows, Tang Hao's aura fluctuated involuntarily upon witnessing this scene.
But looking at Ye Wen standing calmly nearby, Tang Hao cowardly restrained himself.
'A gentleman can wait ten years to exact revenge. Once I find a way to counter that intangibility technique, your death will follow. Today's humiliation, Tang Hao will remember forever.'
Ye Wen paid no mind to Tang Hao's thoughts. To him, Tang Hao was nothing more than an insignificant ant who hadn't yet ascended to godhood. However, he was satisfied watching his daughter's performance in battle.
"That's enough for today, young man. It seems you still need to work harder on your combat skills. The Rigid Style training methods spread by our Tianxing Academy should already be in your teacher's possession. You can go learn them when you have time."
With that, Ye Wen stepped forward and ended the already-decided battle.
Ye Tian Shui dispelled her martial soul and soul skill, running excitedly toward Ye Wen.
"Daddy, how was I? Wasn't I amazing?"
"Yes, yes, my little Tianshui is the best," Ye Wen said affectionately.
At this moment, Ye Tianshui showed no trace of the cold beauty she had displayed during the fight—a striking contrast.
"How about you, young man? Can you stand up? Do you need me to heal you?"
By now, Tang San, who had been lying on the ground vomiting, felt the slowly fading pain and struggled to his feet with great difficulty.
"No need, Principal Ye Wen. I've mostly recovered."
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