Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1410 Take Action, Conflict Erupts!
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"Shouzhong! Shouzhong! Wake up!"

Shi Liuguang held the distraught boy tightly in her arms, her fingertips trembling as she probed his meridians.

The person in his arms had lips that had turned as pale as frost and snow, and pupils that were unfocused like dusty glass. Although they still had a breath left, it was as if their three souls had left their bodies, and they had become a living, breathing puppet.

Not far away, Luo Qianxue was wiping Shen Li's forehead repeatedly with a handkerchief soaked in ice water. The girl's condition was even worse—cold sweat had matted her hair into clumps.

His already slender body convulsed like a sieve, and his exposed skin was covered with bluish-purple lines. No matter how much people pushed and screamed, he remained as still as a wooden or clay sculpture.

"Shen Li! Look at me!"

Shi Feiang gripped the girl's thin shoulders and shook her. Tie Xiao pried open her tightly clenched palms, and Ye Fei's fingertips ignited with soul power, probing into her crown chakra—three streams of soul power vanished without a trace.

The other gem-wielding soul masters were like puppets whose strings had been removed, with only the slight rise and fall of their chests proving their existence.

The students of Canghui Academy felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

This academy, renowned for its mental illusion techniques, actually stumbled in its own area of ​​expertise.

Moreover, they had never encountered such a situation before, yet such a bizarre thing was unfolding right before their eyes.

Shi Liuguang suddenly raised his head, his crimson eyes fixed on that snow-white figure.

“This is impossible…” His Adam’s apple bobbed violently, and his bloodshot eyes swept across his surroundings.

The Seven Asura Illusions, which Canghui Academy was so proud of, had long since been shattered. Magnolia petals fell softly from the stands, but no one noticed the eeriness beneath this magnificent spring scene.

He suddenly recalled the prophecy the dean uttered three months ago when he held the Seven Asura Illusionary Realms model: "Seven as one, their soul power mutually generating each other; whoever can break this formation..."

"Coach, what exactly is going on?" Everyone looked at Shi Liuguang, their voices trembling.

Shi Liuguang looked up at the opposite side. At this moment, Chen Xinyi's wide sleeves fell like flowing clouds. She had already turned around and was about to walk back to the hanging flower gate of the passage. The people of Chang'an were divided into two rows of wild geese, standing tall and waiting for her return.

Shi Liuguang suddenly stood up straight and roared, "Stop!"

He roared hoarsely, his footsteps leaving fine cracks on the bluestone ground. The loud shout startled the audience on the surrounding jade railings and viewing platform, who gathered around and began to discuss among themselves.

Chen Xinyi ignored him and continued walking lightly toward the hanging flower gate of the passage.

Upon seeing this, Shi Liuguang's red eyes widened in anger, and he charged straight at Chen Xinyi with the wind beneath his feet.

His eyes blazed with fury as he pierced the pale blue figure, demanding, "What have you done? They're not reacting at all!"

Chen Xinyi finally stopped.

She suddenly turned her head, her jade-white neck slightly tilted, the jade hairpin in her hair swaying gently. Her eyes, which held the icy gaze of a thousand years, swept over his face, which was now filled with a furious rage, and finally landed on his fist, which was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

However, Chen Xinyi still did not reply to him. Only her cold and indifferent eyes made Shi Liuguang feel a chill in his heart.

Three bloody lines appeared between Shi Liuguang's brows. The resentment that had been building up for days, the heavy responsibility of being the leader of a team, and the pain of being defeated and crushed, all turned into action under the stimulation of Chen Xinyi's gaze.

His brows furrowed with murderous intent, and his eyes flashed with purple lightning, clearly indicating that he was truly enraged.

On the other side, Chen Xinyi, her plain clothes fluttering, had a hidden, deep green light in her eyes.

With a sharp "rip" sound, a three-inch tear appeared on Shi Liuguang's lapel, and a strand of purple hair on Chen Xin's forehead was severed.

The two stopped ten steps apart, and cracks spread out on the stone slab beneath their feet like a spider web, filling the air with the smell of burning.

Only then did they realize that in the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged more than ten invisible sword strikes.

This is a physical confrontation, and a direct clash of mental strength at that.

In reality, they weren't as simple as they seemed. A metallic taste rose in Shi Liuguang's throat, and his molars clenched so tightly they crunched: this girl had actually neutralized his deadly attack!
Even more terrifying is that within his sea of ​​consciousness, several spiritual thorns constantly traverse the Upper Soul Nest space, posing a huge hidden danger.

Suddenly, the purple lightning around Shi Liuguang surged three feet, and fine blood droplets seeped from the blood lines between his eyebrows, condensing into strange blood-colored runes in the air.

It was as if a thunderclap had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling everyone around and causing them to change color.

After Chen Xinyi stood firm, her snow-white sleeves billowed in the wind. When she raised her eyes, her eyelashes were half-closed, and her jade-like face was as calm as an icy pool.

"Cough cough..." Chen Xinyi coughed lightly, covering her mouth with her sleeve, and red plum blossoms bloomed on her clothes.

The ten or so mental exchanges just now still stirred up a monstrous wave in her mind.

This must be dealt with immediately.

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The stands erupted in a thunderous roar of exclamations, the sound waves causing the hanging flowers on the dome to tremble violently.

Several Soul Saints on the judges' stand slammed their fists on the table at the same time, leaving palm prints about an inch deep on the table—when had they ever seen such a bizarre sight?
The lights and shadows on the arena changed abruptly, and several rainbow lights tore through the afterimages and swept straight into the arena.

The crowd from Chang'an had gathered behind Chen Xinyi like white cranes returning to their forest, their robes fluttering and billowing.

The waves, solidified by the surge of soul power, pierced through layers of fabric, casting dappled, dancing light spots on the ground.

Chen Mu took half a step forward, his soul power surging and his aura soaring: "This teacher of Cang Hui, what you should be doing now is seeking medical treatment, not acting violently and injuring people here."

"If you continue to cause trouble, don't blame us for being impolite."

Shi Liuguang's expression darkened. "Nonsense?!"

At this moment, the Canghui team members also gathered around, and the two groups faced each other in a deathly silence, separated by more than ten meters.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and lightning flashed among the clouds. Even the falling jade flowers were shredded into a shower of dust by an invisible force before they even touched the ground.

Shi Liuguang's hands, hanging by his sides, were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and bloodshot veins spread across his eyes like a spider web.

Suddenly, the referee shouted sternly, "Team Leader Shi! The game is over, are you still going to break the rules?"

"Rules?" Shi Liuguang let out a muffled, cold laugh. "Seven of my Canghui team members are still unconscious, their fates unknown. We demand an explanation!"

The referee's temples throbbed, and he was about to reprimand the referee when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Suddenly, Lian Changzhi appeared in the center of the field, his snow-white robe fluttering without wind. Before he could speak, the falling snowflakes scattered and danced in the air: "Liuguang, what's all this commotion?"

"Dean!" Shi Liuguang's voice suddenly ripped out, "Shouzhong and the others... their soul fires haven't been extinguished, but their minds have left their bodies, like... wooden figures!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, and the entire room fell into a sudden, deathly silence.

Even the referee took three steps back. Stupor, where the body remains but the soul is forever silent, is more terrifying than death itself.

Anyway, the match is over, so he can either care or not. The seriously injured are all gone; as long as they're not dead, that's fine.

Lian Changzhi's pupils contracted sharply, his full head of silver hair flying wildly against the clear sky: "Chen Xinyi, what is your explanation?"

The aged voice, carrying the oppressive aura of a Contra Douluo, caused the arena's protective shield to tremble violently.

In an instant, hundreds of gazes were fixed on the girl in green.

Some people gasped, some whispered, and many more held their breath.

(End of this chapter)