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

Chapter 1543 Battle for Titles: Three Moves to Life and Death

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Underneath the wide sleeves of his robe, Panda unconsciously twirled the small gourd hanging from his belt, feeling its cool, damp touch.

An 84-level offensive Soul Douluo versus a 91-level offensive Title Douluo.

What are the next three moves?

Hard!

But... it's not like there's no chance. It's better than letting someone else (a Soul Saint) take the three blows from this Title Douluo!
He took a deep breath of the blood-stained, damp air, and the light in his eyes became more focused.

The last vestige of a smile on Panda's face vanished completely in the cold rain.

He raised his hand and slowly wiped the water droplets from his cheek, his voice as calm as a deep pool: "Your Majesty Lietian, you are mistaken. I am merely a deputy minister who runs errands within the Chen family, and my words carry little weight."

"Such a major matter concerning the future of the family is not something I, with my status, can decide on my own."

He met Tang Feng's gaze calmly, "If Your Majesty insists on 'testing your skills,' I, Xiongmao'er, am willing to accompany you for three moves."

"If I can't take it, I'll just get out of Lancashire myself, without any hesitation."

He skillfully limited the issue to a personal level, attempting to avoid involving his family.

Tang Feng's eyes remained as cold as ice, unmoved: "If you can't make the decision, then find someone who can:"

He spoke slowly, each word like a sharp icicle: "It's nothing more than business negotiations, what's so difficult about that?"

“I remember that the one in charge of the Chen family here is Chen Zhang? Let’s have him come out and talk.”

The Chen family got involved in this under the pretext of developing their family's economic industry.

Tang Feng shrouded the infiltration of the Chen family and the thorny conflict at hand in the word "business"—a statement that was both condescending and precise.

If Chen Zhang does not appear, it means the Chen family is running away and dares not face the consequences of this "deal".

Panda's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

“Our minister… was urgently summoned by his family three days ago to handle more pressing matters, and has been away from Lancashire for some time now.”

"Oh?" Tang Feng let out a soft snort, as if he had expected it. "It's alright."

His gaze was like a tangible nail, pinning Xiongmao'er firmly to the spot. "As long as I defeat you, someone from the Chen family will naturally take over. There will always be someone... who can make the decision."

His meaning was crystal clear: if you hit hard enough, someone will naturally step forward to take responsibility, or be forced to withdraw.

The panda was taken aback, and the other party pressed forward relentlessly, leaving it with nowhere to retreat.

He remained silent for a moment, ceasing all attempts at bargaining, but instead straightened his posture slightly. A deep, resolute fighting spirit finally ignited in his eyes, which always held a hint of weariness.

"Then... please enlighten me, Your Majesty. I would also like to see how the Sky-Splitting Douluo will 'instruct' me, a mere ignorant and arrogant member of the Chen family."

That's all I have to say.

All parties present, including the Xuanhuang Tang family, the three notaries, and even the few remaining onlookers, silently accepted this sudden escalation of the situation.

An invisible pressure spread like ripples, and everyone began to retreat silently.

The evacuation of the wounded was also accelerated—Chen Chen and Xia Ying helped Tang Yuchen away from the edge of the deep pit, while the guards accompanying Haotian Sect quickly stepped forward and carefully carried the unconscious Tang Potian on their backs.

In the center of the shattered arena, amidst the messy, muddy, rain-soaked ground, only two figures remained, standing opposite each other through the rain – one as immovable as a mountain, the other slightly frail yet upright as a pine tree.

The cold rain washed away the last remnants of the battlefield, foreshadowing a new and even more dangerous clash.

…………

Tang Feng's figure stood like a god in the rain, his dark gold robe motionless, his nine soul rings slowly rising, the most core seventh, eighth and ninth rings shimmering with a heart-palpitating light.

His gaze toward the panda was filled with an unquestionable will to judge.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, but the Haotian Hammer, which symbolized the name "Skybreaker," did not materialize. However, the condensed soul power caused the surrounding space to groan under its strain.

"The first move."

Tang Feng slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward. There was no earth-shattering sound, but a pure and blazing golden-red beam of light suddenly burst forth from his palm!

"Fifth Soul Skill - Blazing Sun Burning Realm!"

This beam of light was not a scorching heatwave, but a highly condensed "Yang Flame" like liquid magma. It carried a destructive will that could incinerate everything and instantly blocked all of Panda's escape routes.

The air ignited, sizzling and burning, and the rainwater vaporized the instant it touched the edge of the beam of light.

Even more terrifying was that the "burning" effect contained in the beam of light had not yet reached the body, but it caused the panda's blood attribute soul power shield to boil and shake violently through the void, as if it were about to be evaporated and purified.

The defenses were forcibly breached.

Panda's expression changed drastically. The power of a Title Douluo's basic soul skill had exceeded expectations, and his maximum speed was meaningless in the face of this sealing flame.

There's no way to avoid it; we have to tough it out!
"The sixth soul skill - Blood Tide and Raging Wave!"

He roared and unleashed the Azure Blood Sword with all his might.

boom!
It was no longer a small-scale, fan-shaped impact, but a blood-red frenzy unleashed with all its might.

Three overlapping, surging, crimson, wave-like sword energies roared out from the tip of the sword.

The crimson waves, like boiling blood, carrying a heavy stench of blood and an overwhelming momentum that seemed to tear everything apart, fiercely met the golden pillar that burned the world.

*Whoosh—Boom!*
The golden-red blaze clashed violently with the surging tide of blood.

Like a red-hot iron plunged into an icy river, a piercing annihilation sound mingled with explosions. The crimson waves were continuously melted and evaporated by the golden sun, bursting into large plumes of corrosive blood mist and steam, but the pillar of incinerating flames was also weakened and forced away layer by layer under the relentless impact of the blood waves.

The blood wave ultimately failed to completely block the Yang Flame, which was at the level of a Title Douluo.

A small section of the dim, golden-red flame pillar pierced through the blood tide barrier and slammed into the Azure Blood Sword that Panda had hastily crossed in front of him.

boom!
As if struck by a battering ram, the panda flew backward uncontrollably, carving a deep trench in the ground.

He knelt on one knee to steady himself, then coughed up a mouthful of blood. His chest and abdomen were burning with pain, the blood-red light on the Azure Blood Sword dimmed considerably, and the tiger's mouth holding the sword cracked.

The raging tide of blood was broken, but the backlash was considerable.

Fortunately, he withstood the initial impact of extreme high temperatures and armor-piercing properties.

Tang Feng's face was ashen.

The fact that his opponent could withstand his powerful "Burning Sun Realm" attack head-on without falling is enough to show that this fiend is extraordinary in the world of Soul Douluo.

He stopped testing the waters and took a step forward!
Boom! The seventh spirit ring suddenly shone brightly!

"Seventh Soul Skill - Haotian True Body - Thunderous Overlord Body!"

Blinding lightning and blazing golden flames shot into the sky, and Tang Feng's figure expanded in the radiance, transforming into a lightning and fire giant nearly fifty meters tall.

Where his feet landed, the glass-like crater instantly expanded, its entire surface wreathed in lava-like crimson-gold light and leaping, thick purple lightning snakes.

Even more terrifying is that, centered on it, the gravity within a radius of 100 meters suddenly increases several times, the air becomes like solidified colloid, and rainwater is suspended in mid-air.

The aura of thunder and fire embers spread, and any enemy caught in it would suffer continuous mental burning and numbing pain.

"Second move!"

The Thunderfire Giant roared like thunder, and its massive lava hammer crashed down on the panda cub, who was being suppressed by the gravitational field.

This is not a swing as the name suggests in the Soul Skill, but rather a Fire Yang Thunder Hammer in its true form, which contains the Haotian True Form Domain (Embers of Thunder and Fire + Gravity Suppression) and is fully amplified by the Blazing Sun Force.

The force of the hammer's fall distorted space, as if it were about to blast the entire earth into its core.

The panda felt as if it were carrying a huge mountain on its back, and its speed advantage was completely gone.

The embers of thunder and fire scorched his soul power and will, and a huge shadow completely enveloped him, giving him an unprecedented sense of impending death.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Azure Blood True Body!"

His eyes flashed with bloodlust, and with a roar, his seventh black spirit ring suddenly bloomed.

The Azure Blood Sword emitted a mournful, resounding clang, and its blood-red light suddenly deepened into a dark, gloomy depth. Thick, dark red patterns, resembling blood mixed with the cold currents of the deep sea, instantly covered the entire blade.

Under the terrifying pressure of the Thunder Giant, Panda's body became blurred and semi-transparent. One, two, three dark red figures (Azure Blood Shadow Avatars) exuding a strong bloody aura strangely solidified around his main body.

The true form has arrived!

Speed ​​skyrocketed!

His martial soul true form is a bit special, not just like the Blood Droplet clone.

"Unload!" The panda's main body and the three shadow clones were in perfect harmony, and they roared simultaneously.

Just as the giant hammer was about to crush them, the four blood-red figures, like fish breaking free from the mud, braved the immense pressure of the magic domain and the searing pain in their souls, and shot out to the four sides at an angle and speed that nearly broke their bones.

The viscous, dark red blood light on the main body of the Azure Blood Sword condensed into a single point and, with lightning speed, struck a relatively unstable point on the side of the giant hammer where lightning surged—not a direct collision, but a deflection and pull.

The three shadow clones abandoned their own defenses, and their solidified blood-light longswords slashed ruthlessly at the end of the giant thunder hammer's handle. They were also extremely sharp with blood attributes, not aiming to cut through it, but only to work together to destroy its stability.

Bang! Boom!

The lava hammer, carrying unparalleled power, slammed into the earth, causing soil, gravel, blood, and lightning to mix and explode in an instant.

The earth trembled violently, and a circular crater tens of meters deep spread wildly in all directions, as terrifying shockwaves carrying deadly energy fragments swept outwards.

puff!puff!puff!
The three shadow clones, like fragile blood crystals, were instantly blasted into a sky full of blood mist by the aftershocks of the giant hammer smashing the ground and the lightning and fire magic domain.

The panda's body, like a kite with a broken string, was violently blasted hundreds of meters away by the force, rolling wildly on the ground dozens of times before barely coming to a stop.

He was covered in blood, his high-class clothes as a deputy minister were tattered, and his body was covered with charred wounds from being burned by lightning and torn by the force of the impact.

The light of the Martial Soul True Body flickered violently before suddenly going out, forcibly dispelling the effect.

He spat out another mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his breath instantly weakened to the bottom, and the Azure Blood Sword in his hand dimmed, emitting a faint mournful cry.

The second move is over.

The Chen family members looked extremely grim.

Panda almost directly confronted the opponent's powerful attack in its true form. Although it managed to save its life by using its clone to disperse the impact and skillfully deflecting the force, the cost was extremely high.

Eighty percent of their fighting strength has been lost.

Tang Feng's massive Thunderous True Body paused slightly, seemingly surprised that the opponent, with his Soul Douluo body, had withstood the attack without dying.

His enormous head turned, his eyes, burning with lightning and fire, coldly locking onto the panda cub struggling to get up in the distance.

The final move... there's no need to hold back anymore.

He slowly raised the massive thunder hammer, and the fiery red energy of the sun and the purple power of lightning converged and compressed wildly at the hammerhead, giving rise to a destructive aura powerful enough to change the very color of the heavens and earth...

With difficulty, Panda Cub lifted its blood-covered eyes and looked at the increasingly blinding light of the Thunder Sun in its field of vision.

Only one thought remained in my mind: Hang in there!

(End of this chapter)