Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

Wang Qiu'er's soul power level is improving rapidly, and she is not far from breaking through to the Title Douluo level, but there is still some distance to go. Facing the clash of the two Title Douluos' full-force auras, she felt a suffocating pressure.

She didn't try to be brave; instead, she gracefully floated back several feet and hid in the shadow of a roof not far behind Tang Lan, completely giving Tang Lan the spotlight.

She knew that if she rashly intervened in a battle of this level, it would only distract him.

She simply needs to observe quietly, while remaining vigilant for any other unforeseen events.

"Come and die for me!"

Chai Yong let out a ferocious tiger roar and launched the first attack! Crimson soul power surged from his body like magma, and his body began to expand and grow taller rapidly! His muscles bulged, stretching his black clothes so tight they seemed about to burst!
A colossal tiger, three zhang tall and entirely formed from crimson flames, appeared around him! The fiery tiger was incredibly lifelike, with its fangs bared and its eyes burning with furious rage, radiating terrifying heat and ferocity! It was none other than his Martial Soul True Form—the Crimson Flame Tiger King!
A flash of fire! Following Chai Yong's movement, the giant fiery tiger raised its massive, blazing forepaw and slammed it down towards Tang Lan's head! Even before the tiger's claw arrived, the scorching, violent shockwave had already made the stone slabs on the ground sizzle, as if they were about to melt! This claw strike contained the immense power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and the extreme temperature to melt iron and gold!

Faced with this ferocious attack, Tang Lan remained calm, showing no sign of panic.

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a long spear, dark gold in color, with an ancient and imposing design and dragon patterns seemingly appearing on its shaft, suddenly appeared in his hand—it was the Overlord Spear!

At the same time, a violent, ancient, and incomparably noble dragon aura suddenly surged from Tang Lan's body! The aura was not scorching, but it carried an absolute pressure originating from the source of his bloodline!

His entire body was enveloped in a layer of solid, ancient golden light that seemed to be composed of pure power! This golden light was not dazzling, but it was as heavy as a mountain, making him look like a war god who had walked out of ancient times!

With the blessing of the Ancient Dragon Martial Soul, Tang Lan's strength, defense, and even his entire aura were amplified to a terrifying level! Standing there, he no longer seemed like a person, but a primordial ancient dragon about to take flight and dominate the world!

Just as the burning tiger claws were about to strike her head, Tang Lan finally moved!
With a flick of his wrist, the Overlord Spear emitted a deep hum, its tip pointing straight upwards! There were no fancy moves, just the simplest and most direct upward thrust!
"break!"

As the Overlord Spear was unleashed, its tip gleamed with an intense, dark golden light, seemingly capable of piercing the heavens!

"laugh--!"

The spear tip and the fiery tiger claws collided violently! The expected violent explosion did not occur; instead, there was a clear, loud "clang," like the clash of metal, yet it was even more muffled and heavy!
The seemingly ferocious and invincible fiery tiger claw, capable of shattering small hills, was as if it had encountered its nemesis the moment it came into contact with the dark golden edge of the Overlord Spear's tip. The condensed fiery soul power structure was instantly punctured and disintegrated! The huge fiery tiger claw phantom trembled violently, let out a painful wail, and collapsed more than half of itself, turning into a sky full of flowing fire that scattered everywhere!

"what?!"

Chai Yong's pupils constricted sharply, his heart filled with horror! His Martial Soul True Body's attack had actually had its core so easily destroyed by the opponent?!

The spear tip clashed with the remaining tiger claw soul power, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound!
Chai Yong's eyes were fierce, and the veins on his face bulged. He poured all his strength into his right arm, trying to press down Tang Lan's gun!
Tang Lan's expression remained casual, with even a faint, slightly mocking smile playing on her lips.

His arm holding the gun was as steady as a rock, and no matter how hard Chai Yong exerted himself, the Overlord Spear did not budge!
"Is this enough strength?"

Tang Lan chuckled softly.

Before he finished speaking, his right hand holding the gun suddenly exerted force! An overwhelming and terrifying power, seemingly originating from the primordial era, surged outwards along the Overlord Spear!
"Open it!"

"boom!"

Chai Yong felt an indescribable force surge from the gun, as if he had been struck head-on by a charging ancient elephant! He groaned, his hand split open, blood seeping out, and his entire right arm went numb instantly!
His tall body was uncontrollably sent flying backward by the immense force! Like a kite with a broken string, he traced an arc in the air and crashed heavily into the street wall several dozen feet away!

"Boom!"

The wall was smashed, leaving a huge dent, bricks and stones shattered, and dust filled the air!

In the ensuing battle, there was no more probing or holding back!

Chai Yong burst into the sky from the ruins, letting out a deafening roar filled with humiliation and rage! His crimson soul power erupted like a volcano, and his seventh and eighth soul rings burst forth with dazzling light!

The illusory image of the giant fiery tiger became even more solid, almost turning into a semi-solid entity. It opened its mouth and spewed out a pillar of scorching crimson flames. Its tail swept across like a long whip of fire, and its pounce and bite carried the power to tear through space!
Tang Lan held the Overlord Spear, surrounded by the golden light of the ancient dragon, as if strolling leisurely.

He didn't use many soul skills, but simply brought the basic moves of the Overlord Spear—thrust, flick, sweep, and smash—to their fullest potential! Each strike contained terrifying power and the pressure of an ancient dragon, precisely shattering pillars of fire, flicking away tiger tails, and smashing back tiger pounces! The dark golden spear light and the crimson flame soul power constantly collided, annihilated, and exploded!

Golden ancient dragon soul light and blazing red soul light intertwined and collided wildly in the moonlight-lit Dragon Soaring Street! Explosions, howls, and tiger roars echoed continuously! The buildings on both sides of the street suffered, with walls collapsing from the aftershocks and tiles shattering and flying everywhere! Deep trenches were dug into the ground, and the accumulated water evaporated into white steam from the high temperature!
The initial rage and ferocity in Chai Yong's heart had now been completely replaced by unbelievable shock and a gradually spreading chill. Each clash between his fists and claws and the dark gold spearhead sent a backlash so heavy that it made his blood surge and his arms ache and go numb.
The golden light enveloping his opponent was not only incredibly sturdy, but also carried an ancient pressure originating from the depths of his bloodline. This caused his proud Crimson Flame Tiger King Martial Soul to tremble slightly, as if a commoner had encountered an emperor.

"How is this possible... this guy's strength... and his soul power attribute..."

Chai Yong's eyes widened, veins throbbed on his forehead, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

He considered himself unmatched among his peers, thanks to the domineering power of the Crimson Flame Tiger King Martial Soul and his own formidable physique, making him virtually invincible in both strength and close combat. But this man in blue before him...

Although the soul power fluctuations were similar to his own, the force contained in that spear was overwhelming and unstoppable. Every move seemed simple and unadorned, but in fact, it was incredibly skillful. Every collision caused his soul power shield to ripple and his internal organs to ache.

What frustrated him even more was that the other party maintained a composed and even scrutinizing demeanor throughout, as if his stormy attack was merely a rehearsal for their evaluation.

"Roar--!"

Unwilling and humiliated, he roared even more frantically. The eighth soul ring around Chai Yong's body suddenly shone with a dazzling light. The phantom of the giant fiery tiger behind him roared to the sky. The fire attribute energy in the world gathered wildly, and a terrifying fireball with a diameter of more than 10 feet, a bright white core and a red edge condensed in the tiger's mouth!
Before the fireball was even released, the extreme heat had already caused the air within a radius of dozens of feet to distort and boil, and the stone slabs on the ground to turn black and crack!

"Crimson Tiger Annihilation Wave!"

With bloodshot eyes, Chai Yong, despite the severe depletion of his soul power, unleashed one of his strongest single-target attack soul skills! He was determined to decide the outcome with a single blow and tear apart this suffocating suppression!
However, Tang Lan's eyes remained calm in the face of this terrifying blow that could turn a small hill into a lava lake.

He didn't even use a stronger soul skill; he simply slightly retracted the Overlord Spear in his hand. The ancient golden light flowing across the spear instantly subsided, concentrating entirely on that single point of cold light. The spear tip trembled slightly, emitting a deep, dragon-like hum, locking onto the core of the destructive fireball.

Just as the fireball was about to be unleashed—

"flaw."

Tang Lan uttered two cold words. In order to concentrate his soul power and spirit to unleash this strongest attack, Chai Yong's momentum rose to its peak, but Tang Lan accurately captured the barely perceptible gap in the flow of soul power before the attack.

Instead of confronting the impending fireball head-on, he subtly shifted his footwork, his figure darting forward like a ghost, skimming the ground! The Overlord Spear changed from a thrust to a sweep, the dark golden spear light drawing a crescent arc, not aimed at the fireball, but striking with overwhelming force at Chai Yong's waist and ribs, where he was slightly leaning forward due to gathering his strength and where his protective soul light was relatively weak!

"boom--!"

A muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking a drum! Chai Yong's momentum was instantly shattered, and he let out a painful groan. The sharp pain in his waist and the terrifying impact made him stagger.

The crimson-white fireball, which had gathered immense firepower, went out of control due to the disorder in the circulation of soul power. It veered off course and shot into the night sky to the side, where it exploded with a bang in the distance, turning into a sky full of fire that illuminated half of the sky, but it did not harm Tang Lan in the slightest.

"Ugh!"

Chai Yong was shocked, furious, and even more so, horrified. His opponent was not only strong and defensively advanced, but also possessed terrifyingly sharp combat experience and keen observation skills! The opening in his all-out attack had been so easily seized and exploited!

Strike while the iron is hot! Tang Lan pressed her advantage relentlessly, her Overlord Spear following like a shadow. A swift and decisive thrust aimed straight at Chai Yong's heart! Even before the spear tip arrived, the extremely sharp and concentrated energy already stung Chai Yong's skin, and the shadow of death instantly loomed over him!

In the face of life and death, Chai Yong, being a seasoned Title Douluo, ultimately found his survival instinct to prevail over everything.

He roared and, ignoring the excruciating pain in his waist and ribs, forcibly twisted his body, simultaneously drawing most of the energy from the still-fragmented phantom of the Flame Tiger King back to his body, forming a thick layer of crimson flame armor.

"clang--!"

The spear tip pierced the crimson armor with a deafening roar! The armor instantly cracked and caved in, narrowly avoiding being completely pierced. However, the penetrating force still penetrated through the armor.

As if struck by a heavy blow, Chai Yong felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward uncontrollably again, this time flying even further, crashing directly into the wall of an abandoned courtyard on the street corner and disappearing into the dust and debris.

Tang Lan stood with his gun, but did not give chase.

Golden light flowed around him, and his aura was steady, as if the fierce battle just now had not exhausted him much.

His gaze calmly fell upon the ruins, his soul perception already locked onto the slightly weakened yet still ferocious aura within.

Wang Qiu'er gracefully glided from the shadows of the eaves to Tang Lan's side, her golden eyes scanning the surroundings warily as she whispered.

"He's badly injured, should we pursue him? Or..."

She glanced in the direction of the agreed-upon stone bridge; midnight was approaching.

Tang Lan shook his head, retracted the Overlord Spear, and the terrifying golden light of the ancient dragon around him slowly receded and dissipated.

"No need."

His voice was flat.

“This man is fierce and resilient, but he is not a reckless fool. He knows he is no match for me. If I continue to entangle him, even if I manage to capture him, it will be a Pyrrhic victory, and the commotion will likely alarm the entire city.”

He paused, his gaze slightly narrowed.

"Most importantly, during our fight, I didn't sense any of the twisted and subtle evil fluctuations characteristic of 'parasitic soul tools' from him. Although his soul power is violent and ferocious, it is essentially a relatively 'pure' fire attribute, and it is not of the same origin as that strange power that controls soul beasts."

Wang Qiu'er frowned.

"Perhaps it's inside the storage soul tool?"

"perhaps."

Tang Lan nodded.

"But that's unlikely. If such a thing were carried around, even if it were sealed in a storage container, I should be able to sense it during close combat, given my sensitivity to life and soul power. Unless... he possesses an extremely high-level storage treasure that can completely isolate all auras, or he is not the 'caster' at all, and may even be completely unaware of this matter."

He glanced at the direction where Chai Yong had fallen. The smoke and dust were gradually dissipating, and the scent was rapidly fading away. Clearly, Chai Yong had used the ruins as cover and fled without hesitation.

“Killing him is easy, but it would alert the enemy and might even cut off a potential lead. I suppressed my strength to deal with him earlier to test and observe. Now it seems that he is more like a ‘knife’ that has been deliberately placed in the spotlight by someone, or that is acting on its own and has nothing to do with the core plan. The real mastermind is hiding much deeper.”

Wang Qiu'er understood.

"So, meeting with Nading is still more important right now?"

"good."

Tang Lan nodded.

"We can deal with Chai Yong's matter later. Tao Zuo will also continue to keep an eye on his movements. The most urgent task is to open a gap in understanding the underwater currents of Rose City and even the southwest region from Ding Huo. An organization that claims to be independent and sells all kinds of information may be able to provide us with intelligence that we cannot access on our own."

Without further delay, the two concealed their presence and, with a few leaps, silently arrived at the head of the third stone bridge on Longteng Street.

The night was cool and still, the air fresh after the rain. The river flowed gently beneath the bridge, reflecting the crescent moon and sparse stars in the sky. In the distance, a few lights still shone, outlining the silent silhouette of Rosette. The bridge was deserted except for them; only the soft sound of the night wind rustling through the railings could be heard.

The wait wasn't long. Just past midnight, a slightly plump figure walked unhurriedly across the bridge, bathed in moonlight. He was still wearing that faded blue Taoist robe, with three long wisps of beard, a wooden hairpin in his hair, and that gentle yet somewhat worldly smile that seemed to never fade—it was Ding Huo. (End of Chapter)