SSS Ranked Transmigration: Taming Beauties and The Beasts! - Chapter 216

Chapter 216: Spar with the Dragon Clan
“Old Lao, you should be worried about yourself first before worrying about the other.” Old Ji chuckled as he examined the Old Lao from top to bottom and was surprised that in his situation, he was still roaming around outside instead of saving energy by taking a seclusion.

“Don’t worry about me since I’m still able to put up a good fight even in my state.” Old Lao chuckled, smiling widely as he knew that this old fox was probably testing him.

Even though Old Lao knew that the dragon clan wouldn’t make a move on them, he still needed to be careful since everything would be impossible to predict with the biggest event that was going to happen in the near future.

“Your personality is still as aggressive as ever, Old Lao.” Old Ji tapped Old Lao’s shoulder lightly before talking directly to the point as he raised an eyebrow. “Are you here for that request regarding the Ice Dragon’s blood essence?”

“Since you’re talking straight to the point, I will be direct to you too. Do me a favor and give me just a decent quality that should be enough as a gift, and I will leave right away.” Old Lao responded lightly with a kind smile that definitely showed a hidden intention, as if saying that he wouldn’t go unless he was given what he wanted.

“We honestly wouldn’t give it without even letting you pay a high price, but since you’re here in person, I will give it to you for free but under one condition.” Old Ji decided to comply since he knew how stubborn Old Lao was, and it honestly wasn’t that precious for them too.

“Hmmm?” Old Lao frowned, thinking that this old man was up to no good.

“Don’t think too much about it. It’s just that the most genius in our younger generation’s had been relentless for a while when he heard that you guys wanted to come here. Just let the younger generation spar for a bit, that’s all.” Old Ji chuckled as he wanted to know which younger generation was stronger between their race.

“Little Yao, what do you think? If you don’t want to do it, just say it directly. No one can force you to fight if you’re not willing to do it.” Old Yao glanced at a young woman in her early twenties. She had blonde hair and a voluptuous body that would definitely make men attracted to her naturally.

“Ancestor Lao, Yaoyun is willing to take the spar.” Hua Yaoyun replied with a beautiful smile.

“Wushuang, come here.” Old Ji called out the young man who stood among the crowds, blending with the high officials.

A handsome young man with red hair in his twenties stepped forward and greeted with a deep bow. “Wushuang is here, Ancestor Ji.”

Subsequently, they went out of the hall as the fight obviously wouldn’t take place inside the building.

A gentle breeze swept across the open courtyard, stirring the dust where Hua Yaoyun and Wushuang stood facing each other.

The stone beneath their feet was scuffed from countless previous duels, and the onlookers as elders, guards, and curious disciples alike formed a broad circle at a safe distance.

Overhead, the sky was a vivid expanse of pale blue, unbroken by clouds, almost as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation. A faint smell of ozone lingered, perhaps an aftereffect of the lingering magical energies that swirled within the fortress’s walls. In that hushed moment, both combatants locked eyes.

Yaoyun, her blonde hair swaying softly against her shoulders, offered a polite but determined smile. She seemed calm, as though this battle was just another stepping stone in her long journey.

Her foxfire abilities were well-known as she possessed a mystical flame that could sear both flesh and spirit. Still, despite her skill and confidence, she had chosen to keep her bloodline’s true power under wraps for now.

She wanted to test Wushuang’s strength on equal footing. She could feel a slight flicker of excitement ripple through her veins; it wasn’t every day she faced a strong opponent of the Dragon clan, much less one lauded by their own elders as a prodigy.

In contrast, Wushuang stood with a quiet yet imposing presence. Tall and broad-shouldered, he possessed an aura that radiated heat, like smoldering embers in a hearth.

Although he hadn’t tapped fully into his dragon heritage, a certain gleam in his crimson eyes spoke of the potential for overwhelming power. His hair, a vivid red that seemed to catch the sunlight, fell around his shoulders in gentle waves.

Occasionally, flickers of fire danced across his skin, as if his very blood ran with molten flame. He placed his right foot forward in a duelist’s stance, the lean muscles in his arms taut and ready.

The tension in the courtyard grew thick. A mild hush fell over the assembled crowd: a mixture of Fox clan members, who recognized Yaoyun’s talent, and several Dragon clan observers, proud of Wushuang’s formidable might.

From the periphery, the elders exchanged measured glances, none wishing to intervene prematurely. This was to be a formal spar, meaning that there was no need to use lethal force. Still, in the world of ancient clans and primal bloodlines, a ‘friendly’ spar was rarely gentle.

Yaoyun began by summoning a small wisp of violet-blue foxfire in her palm, its flame dancing with otherworldly grace. She spun it in a small arc before letting it vanish, more of a warm-up than a real assault.

Wushuang didn’t flinch; instead, his lips curved into a faint smile. He raised one hand and made a slow circular motion. Sparks of red flame coalesced around his fingertips, forming a small orb that pulsed like a living ember.

It was as though both combatants were silently saying, ‘Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.’

With a sudden pivot, Wushuang darted forward. He wasted no time in testing Yaoyun’s reflexes. His approach was direct as he raised his left arm in a guarding position while drawing back his right hand for a fiery strike.

Yaoyun anticipated the move, weaving to the side with a graceful step. Her hair fanned out behind her as she released a narrow jet of foxfire, aimed at Wushuang’s flank. It sizzled through the air, the heat intense enough that the onlookers felt a brief surge of warmth.

But Wushuang was faster than she expected. Twisting his hips, he managed to deflect her flame with a quick sweep of his forearm, cloaked in his own fiery aura. The collision of foxfire and dragon flame left a haze of sparks dancing in midair.

Yaoyun narrowed her eyes. She could feel the sheer force behind that parry as she thought that this man’s base strength was no idle boast.

Undeterred, she pressed in. With a fluid spin, she sent another wave of foxfire from her left hand. The purple-blue flame fanned out in a crescent, racing toward Wushuang.

In response, he stamped one foot down, releasing a miniature shockwave of scorching heat that disrupted her foxfire mid-flight. An explosion of sparks rained across the courtyard.

Yaoyun’s senses prickled as Wushuang wasn’t even breathing heavily. His posture was still relaxed, as if warming up.

Unwilling to concede control of the momentum, Yaoyun dashed close, seeking an opening with a palm strike wreathed in foxfire. Her technique was swift and precise. She aimed for Wushuang’s center of gravity, hoping to stagger him.

Instead, he intercepted her blow with a forearm block, meeting her flame with his own scalding energy. Heat clashed with heat in a brief but intense burst, scorching the ground beneath them.

The shock wave rippled outward, and Yaoyun found herself sliding back a foot or two, her heels scraping grooves in the courtyard’s stone. She realized that Wushuang’s physical might exceeded hers by a considerable margin.

‘So this is the rumored Fire Dragon’s power’ She thought, swallowing a flutter of unease. Despite her best attempts, every exchange left her slightly worse off.

Wushuang, meanwhile, advanced steadily. After that initial clash, his eyes carried a renewed focus, as if the test was over and he was ready to see what she was truly made of.

“Not bad,” he murmured, voice resonant with the low rumble of distant thunder. Then he swept out his arm, conjuring a blazing arc of dragonfire that roared across the courtyard. The flames tore through the air in a violent swath, leaving shimmering distortions in their wake.

Yaoyun quickly conjured her Foxfire Flame in a defensive swirl around her body. The violet-blue flame formed a partial barrier, pushing back against the oncoming surge of red dragonfire.

The impact reverberated through her entire form. Her arms shook, knees bending under the pressure, and for a moment, she feared her protective flame might collapse. Yet she held fast, teeth gritted, until the last tongues of dragonfire flickered out. Smoke curled from her clothing where stray embers had landed.

Her heart pounded. The gap in raw power was evident as she could handle Wushuang, but not without difficulty.