Douluo: One man returns, Fan Tianyin smashes Tang San to death

His voice was deep and carried an undeniable authority, as if reminding everyone that this matter was of utmost importance.

Wang Sheng was taken aback, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes, and he asked, "The Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies? What kind of competition is that? It sounds really impressive!"

His tone was eager, clearly showing his curiosity about this unfamiliar competition.

Zhao Wuji waved his hand, signaling him to calm down, and said in a gruff voice, "Don't rush, Dean Flander will come and tell you the specifics."

He'll be there in a minute; I guarantee you'll understand.

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the front of the hall, his back exuding a calm and imposing aura, as if he were already used to such scenes.

Before long, Flander appeared at the front of the hall.

He wore a simple gray robe, his hair was neatly combed, and he had his signature sly smile on his face, but his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

He stood on the high platform, his hands behind his back, and his gaze slowly swept over the students below. Instantly, the entire hall fell silent, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be lowered.

Lu Yu stood in the crowd, calmly watching Flander, but he had a vague premonition that this competition would probably change the fate of many people.

"Everyone!"

Flander's voice was loud and clear, carrying a magical power that made people involuntarily focus their attention, "The Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies is coming soon, and this is our Shrek Academy's chance to make a name for ourselves! In order to prepare for this competition, we will select the seven strongest people from the academy to form a team and represent Shrek in the competition!"

Upon hearing this, a low gasp of surprise erupted in the hall.

The trainees looked at each other, their eyes filled with both excitement and nervousness.

They had all heard of the reputation of the Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies across the continent.

That was a grand event for the entire Soul Master world of Douluo Continent, bringing together top geniuses from various academies. The winner would not only receive unparalleled glory, but also have the potential to gain the attention of the Soul Master world's higher-ups, and even rare resources such as Soul Bones and Soul Rings.

Xiao Wu, standing next to Lu Yu, had bright, sparkling eyes and couldn't help but whisper, "Lu Yu, this competition sounds amazing! We absolutely have to participate!"

Lu Yu nodded slightly, but his gaze remained calm, not letting the enthusiastic atmosphere cloud his judgment.

Competitions at this level are not just about glory; they are inevitably accompanied by fierce competition.

Sure enough, Flander's next words confirmed his guess.

"Quiet!"

Flanders raised his hand and pressed down, instantly silencing the commotion.

He continued, "In order to select the strongest team, we will have a seven-on-seven sparring match with Blue Tyrant Academy in the Soul Arena."

This is no ordinary competition. The Soul Arena is always brutal, and opponents will show no mercy! Only the top three teams that stand out in the competition are qualified to represent the academy in the competition.

Teams that qualify will receive focused training and substantial resource allocation from the academy!

His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, swept over everyone, as if warning them that this was a contest they could not afford to lose.

The atmosphere in the hall grew even more somber.

The trainees were both excited and nervous. Some clenched their fists, while others whispered to each other about how to proceed.

Lu Yu stood still, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

He silently calculated in his mind: Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, Wang Sheng, himself, plus a support-type Soul Master, the team currently only has six people, one person short of a seven-person team.

This is a problem.

After the meeting, Lu Yu and Wang Sheng walked out of the hall side by side, followed by Oscar and others.

Wang Sheng patted Lu Yu on the shoulder, his tone tinged with worry: "Lu Yu, our team only has six people now. What will we do if we're one short? Although I consider myself fairly capable, we can't participate in the competition without enough people."

Lu Yu shook his head slightly, his gaze calm and composed: "Don't rush, let's see how things go."

If all else fails, we'll recruit a teammate.

His voice was calm, yet it carried a reassuring power.

Wang Sheng nodded, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes: "Okay, then I'll do as you say."

"You name who you want to hire, and we'll hire them!"

Just then, Oscar quickly caught up from behind, his face showing some excitement: "Lu Yu, I have someone in mind! He's a powerful attack-type Soul Master, quite strong, but his personality is a bit strange."

Shall I take you to see it?

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together, clearly quite confident in his proposal.

Lu Yu raised an eyebrow and gestured for Oscar to lead the way.

The group soon arrived at a secluded dormitory in the backyard of the college.

The dormitory building has some mottled exterior walls and is overgrown with weeds, indicating that the people living here don't really care about maintaining the environment.

Oscar stepped forward, knocked on the door, and called out, "Huang Yuan! Open the door, it's me!"

The door creaked open, and a young man with disheveled hair and sharp eyes stood in the doorway.

He was tall and slender, dressed in a simple black robe, his eyes filled with impatience. He glanced at the crowd behind Oscar and asked coldly, "Oscar, what are you doing bringing so many people here?"

Oscar scratched his head and said with a smile, "Huang Yuan, it's like this, our team is still missing one person, and we'd like to invite you to join us to participate in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament! You're strong, and you're a powerful attack-type Soul Master, so you're perfect for the job!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Yuan frowned even more deeply.

He sized up Lu Yu and the others, a disdainful smile playing on his lips: "You lot? Too weak, you'll just be sending yourselves to your deaths."

I don't have time to play with you guys; I'd rather cultivate on my own.

His tone was blunt and even somewhat sarcastic.

These words immediately created an awkward atmosphere.

Wang Sheng's face darkened, and he stepped forward, saying in an unfriendly tone, "Huang Yuan, what do you mean by that? Are you looking down on us? How about we have a match and see who's really capable!"

Anger flared in his eyes; he was clearly provoked by Huang Yuan's attitude.

Huang Yuan glanced at Wang Sheng with a strange expression on his face: "You? I could take you down with one hand."

His tone was dismissive, as if he didn't take Wang Sheng seriously at all.

"you!"

Wang Sheng was furious and pointed at Huang Yuandao, "What are you so arrogant about? If you have the guts, come and fight me now!"

Huang Yuan shrugged and lazily turned to walk towards the backyard: "Fine, so you won't be upset."

bring it on. "

He walked with a composed gait, yet his silhouette exuded confidence.

Xiao Wu tugged at Lu Yu's sleeve and whispered, "Lu Yu, Wang Sheng's temper... is he any good? Huang Yuan seems like a tough nut to crack."

Her eyes were full of worry, clearly indicating that she was somewhat uneasy about Wang Sheng's impulsiveness.

Lu Yu patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder, his tone calm: "Don't worry, Wang Sheng is quite strong, and he should be able to hold his own against Huang Yuan. However, if Huang Yuan's soul skill lasts a long time, Wang Sheng might suffer a loss."

His soul skills have strong explosive power, but lack sustainability.

His gaze was profound; he had already clearly analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of the two men.

The group followed them to the backyard, which was an open space surrounded by several old trees. The ground was covered with fallen leaves that rustled underfoot.

Huang Yuan stood in the center of the field, arms crossed, with that disdainful smile still on his face.

Wang Sheng stood opposite him, his eyes sharp as knives, his soul power already slowly circulating within his body.

The battle soon begins.

Wang Sheng made the first move, his figure as fast as lightning, the Jeet Kune Do fist wind whistling out, aiming straight for Huang Yuan's chest.

Huang Yuan remained calm and composed. With a simple gesture, he defused Wang Sheng's attack in a bizarre way, as if the force of the punch had hit cotton and dissipated instantly.

Wang Sheng was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself and shouted in a low voice: "Soul Skill, Azure Dragon Overlord Body!"

In an instant, Wang Sheng's soul power surged, his body seemed to expand, his muscles bulged, and his aura became terrifying.

His spirit rings lit up beneath his feet—yellow, purple, purple, purple, and black—five spirit rings shining brightly, demonstrating his strength as a Spirit King.

Huang Yuan's pupils contracted, clearly not expecting Wang Sheng to have broken through to the Soul King level, but he quickly sneered, his figure flashed, and he went to meet him.

The battle was extremely fierce. Huang Yuan's soul skills were swift and unpredictable, and he could always cleverly deflect Wang Sheng's attacks just when they were about to succeed.

While Wang Sheng's Azure Dragon Overlord Body possesses astonishing power, the duration of his soul skill is his weakness.

A few minutes later, Wang Sheng's soul power gradually weakened, and he was knocked back by Huang Yuan's heavy punch. He staggered back a few steps, his face pale and his eyes full of resentment.

Huang Yuan was panting heavily, and his face was a little pale, clearly indicating that this battle was not easy.

He stared at Wang Sheng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to have some skills. You almost made me fail."

However, that's all for now.

His tone was tinged with sarcasm, as he tried to conceal the danger he had just faced.

Wang Sheng gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, clearly unwilling to accept defeat.

Oscar hesitated, about to speak, when he saw Lu Yu slowly step forward, his gaze fixed on Huang Yuan like a knife.

"Huang Yuan, since you think we're not strong enough, why don't I test your strength?"

Lu Yu's voice was calm, yet it carried an invisible sense of pressure.

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly, and everyone turned their attention to him.

Huang Yuan narrowed his eyes, looking Lu Yu up and down, and keenly sensed that this young man was no ordinary person.

He said in a deep voice, "Okay, if you can beat me, I'll join your team."

But if you're still at this level, don't blame me for being impolite.

Lu Yu smiled slightly, slowly raised his right fist, and quietly circulated his soul power within his body: "Then let's give it a try."

The battle broke out instantly.

Lu Yu moved, and the Jeet Kune Do punches blasted out like thunder, as if tearing the air apart and emitting a piercing whistling sound.

Huang Yuan's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly raised his arm to block, but he only felt a numbness in his arms and was forced to retreat several steps.

He was horrified. Lu Yu's Jeet Kune Do was completely different from Wang Sheng's. Although Wang Sheng's fist technique was fierce, it was slightly awkward, while Lu Yu's fist technique was as smooth as flowing water, with terrifying power and unparalleled precision, as if every punch was aimed at vital points.

After a few punches, Huang Yuan was already at a disadvantage.

His arms trembled slightly, his face flushed, and his eyes no longer held the arrogance of before, only shock and resentment remained.

Every punch Lu Yu threw carried a rhythm of unparalleled mastery, as if he had brought Jeet Kune Do to its ultimate expression.

Huang Yuan gritted his teeth and tried to fight back, but Lu Yu's offensive was relentless and overwhelming, leaving him powerless to retaliate.

In the open space in the backyard of Shrek Academy, fallen leaves were swept up by the aftershocks of the battle, swirling in the air with a touch of desolation.

Huang Yuan stood in the center of the field, his face ashen, but his eyes burned with a flame of resentment.

He took a deep breath, his soul power surging wildly within his body, and the soul rings beneath his feet lit up one after another—yellow, purple, purple, purple—the four soul rings radiating a captivating light.

He shouted in a low voice, "Soul Skill, Eagle Claw!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lunged forward, his hands forming claws, his soul power condensing at his fingertips, transforming into sharp beams of energy that seemed to tear through the air and rush straight towards Lu Yu.

His aura was like an eagle soaring through the sky, carrying a chilling pressure that made the surrounding students hold their breath.

Lu Yu stood still, his gaze as calm as a deep pool. He showed no panic in the face of Huang Yuan's fierce attack.

Just as Huang Yuan's sharp claws were about to touch his chest, Lu Yu shouted, "Inch Force!"

His right fist suddenly swung out, the movement was incredibly fast, the wind from the punch was as sharp as a knife, and a sharp explosion even rang out in the air.

The fist collided head-on with Huang Yuan's eagle claws. Soul power and fist force intertwined, bursting out with a piercing roar, and the fallen leaves on the ground were shaken and scattered.

Huang Yuan felt a terrifying force surge through his arm, as if a mountain was pressing down on him. His claws shattered instantly, and he was struck by lightning, his body trembling violently as he flew backward.

In mid-air, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his chest caved in slightly, and a wave of excruciating pain surged through him.

He fell heavily to the ground, struggling to get up, but found that all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained, and he could only gasp for breath with a bitter face, his eyes full of shock.

He stared at Lu Yu, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Who...who exactly are you? You beat me to a pulp without even using your soul power! This fist technique is simply bizarre!"

Lu Yu slowly withdrew his fist, his robes swaying gently in the breeze, a faint smile on his face: "Just some minor tricks."

He didn't explain much, but turned to Oscar and the others, gesturing for them to come forward.

Oscar scratched his head, stepped forward, and said with a smile, "Huang Yuan, this is my boss, Lu Yu! We're here to recruit teammates to participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament."

You've seen my boss's capabilities; joining us will definitely be a worthwhile investment!

Upon hearing this, Huang Yuan's face flushed red and then turned pale. He recalled his previous contempt for Lu Yu and the others, and how he had been beaten so badly that he was powerless to fight back. He felt extremely ashamed.

He struggled to his feet, bowed deeply to Lu Yu, and said sincerely, "Lu Yu, I was blind and offended you before. Please forgive me! Could you perhaps offer some pointers on your boxing techniques?"

His eyes gleamed with hope, clearly showing his complete admiration for Lu Yu's strength.

Lu Yu waved his hand and smiled gently, "No need to be so polite."

Your skills are quite good too. Our team is short of members, so why don't we go to the Arena together to practice our skills?

This competition is no easy feat, as it not only features teams from Shrek Academy but also formidable opponents from Blue Tyrant Academy and the Soul Arena.

We need to hurry.

His voice was calm, yet carried a convincing power. (End of Chapter)