SSS Ranked Transmigration: Taming Beauties and The Beasts!-Chapter 219 - 2nd Tail

A shockwave of spiritual energy rippled outward from Yaoyun's body. The stone beneath her feet cracked. The air itself seemed to draw taut, as if nature was acknowledging the rise of a more primal force.

Within moments, the transformation was complete—two foxfire tails drifted behind her, their flames crackling with a heightened intensity.

From the sidelines, Old Lao nodded in approval. He could see her aura had grown exponentially stronger as her stats were now tripled. This was the stage he'd been waiting for.

On the other side, some of the Dragon clan elders leaned forward, curiosity and caution mingling in their eyes.

Yaoyun stood straighter, her breathing calm yet purposeful. The fatigue she felt moments ago seemed to fall away, replaced by a near-palpable surge of vitality.

An electric thrill coursed through her veins as this was the power she had trained so hard to wield. Slowly, she let her gaze settle on Wushuang.

"Round two, then?" she asked softly.

Wushuang's expression turned grave as he recognized the danger. He responded with a determined nod. Even before Yaoyun lunged, he began to push his own draconic transformation further.

The crimson scales along his arms spread across his shoulders, and a faint glow lit up the sides of his neck. A swirling updraft of blazing heat circled him, and the ring of onlookers instinctively stepped back.

In the blink of an eye, Yaoyun attacked. She closed the distance between them in a blur of motion that outstripped her previous speed by leaps and bounds.

She unleashed a Foxfire Explosion at close range, hurling a compressed sphere of violet flame directly at Wushuang's chest. This time, he couldn't fully deflect it. The detonation sent him staggering back, leaving scorch marks across his scaled forearms.

Before he could regain his balance, Yaoyun appeared at his flank, launching a rapid flurry of kicks and palm strikes wreathed in foxfire. With her doubled tail power, each strike carried terrifying momentum.

One particular blow connected with his ribs, and he coughed, forced to conjure a swirl of dragonfire to push her back. Flames and sparks danced madly as they collided, but Yaoyun refused to relent.

She shaped the foxfire around her hands into elongated claws and raked them across Wushuang's guard. A shower of embers lit up the courtyard.

Finally, a grunt escaped his lips, her attacks were biting deeper, forcing him to yield ground. The once-deadlock was tipping in her favor, exactly as she had hoped.

But Wushuang was far from finished. With a roar, he released a blazing inferno from his mouth as a burst of dragon breath that roiled forward in a wide cone. Yaoyun gasped, recognizing the lethality of that move.

She raised her arms, conjuring a double-layered shield of foxfire in front of her. The two tails behind her flared brilliantly, fueling the shield with triple her usual energy.

The dragon breath collided with the foxfire barrier in a deafening roar. The courtyard quaked, and bits of gravel flew in all directions. Sweltering waves of heat radiated outward, forcing even the watchers of both clans to shield their faces.

For a moment, neither fighter was visible—only a surging pillar of flame and shimmering foxfire.

When the flames subsided, Yaoyun stood firm, her shield dissipating in wisps of violet smoke. Her attire was singed, and sweat trickled down her brow, but she remained unyielding.

She lifted her gaze to see Wushuang panting heavily across from her, half-kneeling where the recoil had driven him back several paces. His arms smoked from the unleashed flames, and the partial scales on his skin pulsed with a dull glow.

With a hiss, he forced himself upright. Now that Yaoyun had activated her second tail, he was forced to consider unveiling more of his draconic might.

While his partial transformation had helped him match her single tail, she had soared beyond that threshold. Grim determination carved itself into his features.

A hush fell over the courtyard. Those who hadn't already retreated a safe distance did so now. They could sense that the next exchanges might become too destructive for casual spectators. Even some of the elders placed subtle wards around themselves.

Drawing upon the smoldering power in his core, Wushuang let out a subdued roar. The scales on his shoulders expanded further, creeping along his chest and up the sides of his neck.

Small ridges, faintly glowing, began forming on the backs of his hands. The heat radiating from him intensified, and swirling flames encircled his body in a shimmering aura of molten red.

His half-transformed state had now progressed to a higher degree. Though he didn't sprout wings or fully shift into a dragon, the draconic essence within him burned fiercer than ever. The veins on his arms glowed with internal fire, and the courtyard's temperature spiked again, as though the noon sun had been dragged closer.

Yaoyun braced herself, her two foxfire tails flicking behind her in an agitated dance. She could sense that Wushuang's aura now nearly rivaled her own.

The advantage she'd gained was slipping away as he ascended to meet her power. Her heart pounded, half in exhilaration, half in caution.

He moved first this time, lunging toward her with a sweeping backhand that trailed ribbons of dragonfire. She ducked beneath it, her tails brushing the ground in a graceful arc.

Twisting on her heel, she countered with a rising strike of foxfire-laced claws aimed at his midsection. Sparks exploded where her flame and his scales collided. A lesser opponent might have been gutted, but Wushuang's hardened body and thick aura absorbed the brunt of the blow.

He retaliated with a fierce elbow strike that clipped her shoulder. She winced, launching a Foxfire Explosion from her off-hand to create space.

He blocked it with a roar, the explosion dissipating across his scorching aura in a cascade of molten embers. Both fighters sprang apart, panting, glaring at one another through the haze of dissipating energy.

A standoff ensued. Their gazes locked, and the crowd realized that any illusions of a quick victory had vanished. Despite Yaoyun's second tail, Wushuang's deeper half-transformation kept pace with her newly tripled stats.

The very air around them churned, thick with the tension of two primal forces colliding—foxfire and dragonfire, cunning and might, matched once again in an extraordinary equilibrium.

Wisps of violet flame curled around Yaoyun's arms. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest. Even though her power soared with two tails, Wushuang's resilience reminded her that dragons were famed for their tenacity.

'He's good… unbelievably so,' she conceded privately. Her tail flicked in anticipation, ready to leap at an instant's notice.

Wushuang wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, a faint smirk forming on his lips. "I thought I might be able to force you back down," he said, voice rough but steady, "yet here we stand, locked again."

Yaoyun said nothing, but her eyes shone with a mixture of respect and resolve. She glanced at the swirling aura of dragonfire enveloping Wushuang, then at the twin foxfire tails that glowed behind her.

'Neither of us can hold back. Not anymore.'