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

Chapter 1899 I hope there won't be a next time.

call out--!
Another figure arrived almost simultaneously, firmly blocking Chen Yanwu's path.

The newcomer was dressed in a blue robe and had a dignified face; he was none other than Chen Hong, the Great Elder of the Chen family!
With a flick of his sleeve, a gentle yet sharp aura spread out, precisely relieving most of the pressure on Chen Yanwu and Yue Qingsi.

Then, the level 96 pressure suddenly erupted, not only severing the oppressive feeling in Tang Yue's eyes, but also colliding violently with Tang Yue's ferocious aura.

Two invisible forces collided violently in the center of the arena, the air emitting a low boom, the shockwaves exploding and cracking the stone slabs of the arena inch by inch.

Immediately afterwards, Xuan Qingya's figure landed lightly beside Yue Qingsi, the moonlight swirling around her, her sleeves fluttering, precisely neutralizing the lingering shockwaves of the dissipating aura.

The three Title Douluo-level beings exerted an invisible pressure on each other, plunging the entire arena into a deathly silence, making even breathing difficult.

Of course, it's just an aura, not even a hint of soul power.

Tang Yue's face turned ashen, and he let out a heavy snort: "Hmph! Old Hong, Fairy Xuan, my Tang family isn't so shameless as to not be able to afford to lose a match!"

He wasn't crazy to do something that would damage the reputation of the Clear Sky Sect in front of a dozen or so titled Douluo and hundreds of thousands of spectators.

Chen Hong thought to himself: "Not a sore loser? Then you couldn't even wait for the protective shield to dissipate naturally and for the referee to announce the proceedings? You just smashed the shield and stormed onto the stage? What a waste of face..."

However, Chen Yanwu was in the better position, Tang Chen was seriously injured, and the Tang family had already suffered a lot of losses at the hands of the Chen family recently. It was best to save face for Tang Yue to avoid him getting angry.

At this moment, Tang Yue had already crouched down, his soul power probing into Tang Chen's condition like threads. In just an instant, his expression darkened further—

Tang Chen was covered in blood. His Heavenly Dou Royal Uniform was soaked and stained red with blood from his own ruptured wounds and the sword wound on his chest. His lips were white and his face was as pale as gold leaf, clearly due to excessive blood loss.

There was a small pool of blood at the bottom of it, and Tang Yue was able to jump down because he saw this pool of blood.

This battle was different from the last one with Xiao Yi. Not only were his injuries compounded, but he also suffered a sword light from the spirit fusion skill, White Moonlight, which combined soul power and spirit cultivation.

This is not a joke.

Therefore, Tang Chen suffered damage to many of his meridians, and his soul power was disrupted by the backlash. What was even more troublesome was that the sharp sword intent and mental impact from that sword mark penetrated directly into his soul nest, causing him to fall into a deep coma and become barely alive.

Tang Yue's fingers flew, precisely striking several vital acupoints on Tang Chen's body.

The Haotian Sect's secret technique of sealing acupoints to stop bleeding was used, and the bleeding from the terrible wound on Tang Chen's chest visibly slowed down.

Then, he carefully picked up Tang Chen, his burly body now appearing heavy.

He looked up, met the gazes of those with titles, and spoke in a loud voice that clearly resonated throughout the hall: "Gentlemen, my grandson's injuries are too severe. His meridians are severed, he has lost too much blood, and his soul nest is damaged! If we delay any longer, I fear it will damage his foundation and even cost him his life! I am extremely anxious and can no longer care about so many rules!"

Xuan Qingya said coldly, "Brother Tang Yue, I hope there won't be a next time."

Although she was nearly twenty years younger than Tang Yue, they were of the same generation, and as the deputy Moon Palace, she truly had the confidence to disregard Tang Yue and the Haotian Sect.

Chen Hong nodded to Tang Yue: "Brother Yue, then see you tomorrow."

Tang Yue gave Chen Hong and Xuan Qingya one last, deep look, especially at Chen Yanwu and Yue Qingsi, whose faces were slightly pale. Without another word, he suddenly rose into the air, transforming into a streak of gray light, breaking through the passage reserved in the dome of the arena, and disappearing into the horizon. He left behind fragments of light from the shattered protective shield slowly drifting down, a scene of chaos on the arena, a deathly silence among the hundreds of thousands of spectators, and Chen Yanwu and Yue Qingsi finally letting out a sigh of relief.

The losers are speechless, and even the victors are still shaken.

Beneath the glory of the champion lies the chilling aftermath of a recently departed super-strong player.

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Xiao Qing was covered in blood. His uniform from the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy was soaked in dried, thick blood that smelled of rust and was hardened and stuck tightly to his skin.

With every step he took, he was in excruciating pain all over his body, especially his arms and internal organs, which felt as if they were being pierced repeatedly by countless fine needles.

Because he was blasted off the field by "Youthful Years - One String One Pillar", his injuries were severe, but he received initial treatment from the team's healer earlier.

At this moment, he was being half-supported by a serious-looking medical professor and a medical assistant as they slowly walked deeper into the passageway.

Teacher Ying frowned.

He was clear about Xiao Qing's condition: the external injuries looked shocking, with the skin and flesh of both arms torn open, and the bone visible in many places, but fortunately the tendons and bones were not completely broken; the internal injuries were more troublesome, the violent sword energy impact and mental shock had disrupted the meridians and injured the internal organs, which was a double injury to the soul power and spirit, but neither had reached the point of complete irreversible collapse.

It requires long-term, careful recuperation and soul energy channeling.

At the corner ahead, a figure appeared silently, blocking the way. He was around fifty years old, with a weathered face and a thin figure. He wore a blue and white robe, and stood there quietly with his hands behind his back.

Teacher Ying's alarm bells rang. She immediately stepped forward, shielding Xiao Qing slightly behind her, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?"

He didn't believe the other party wouldn't know who they were. Xiao Qing had just finished his match on the stage, so this move must have been a deliberate attempt to intercept them.

Although the opponent did not emanate any obvious soul power pressure, the sense of profound and imposing presence emanating from his calm demeanor made Teacher Ying, a high-level Soul Emperor, feel immense pressure.

This person is definitely not simple.

The weathered middle-aged man (or rather, an old middle-aged man) kept his gaze fixed on Xiao Qing, not even glancing at Teacher Ying: "I'm here to see him, it's none of your business."

Teacher Ying's heart skipped a beat, and his soul power surged within him: "I don't care who you are! Xiao Qing is a student of our Heaven Dou Academy, and he just fought to the death for the academy! There's no reason for him to have contact with you alone! Your strength is extraordinary, but if you dare to lay a finger on Heaven Dou Academy, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"

The middle-aged man finally turned his gaze to Teacher Ying. His deep eyes were completely calm as he simply said, "Even Zhixing wouldn't dare to speak to me like that."

He looked at Xiao Qing again: "Xiao Qing, come with me."

"Hmph!" Teacher Ying laughed angrily, her soul power surging suddenly, her six soul rings flickering in and out of existence. "I don't care what your relationship is with the Education Committee! You want to take our team members away? You'll have to step over my dead body first!"

He refused to budge an inch, and even the gentle healing soul power now carried a hint of sharpness, instantly escalating the tension within the passage, making it seem like a conflict was about to erupt.

(End of this chapter)