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

Huang Yuan nodded, his heart still filled with mixed emotions, but also with anticipation for the upcoming match.

The group composed themselves and headed towards the arena.

The streets of Soto were bustling and lively, with vendors' cries and pedestrians' conversations mingling together, and the air filled with the aroma of roasted meat and spices.

Lu Yu walked at the front with a composed pace, followed by Wang Sheng, Xiao Wu, Oscar, and others. Huang Yuan walked at the back of the group in a somewhat silent manner, clearly still processing his recent defeat.

Halfway there, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side: "Hey, isn't this Lu Yu? Daring to go to the Soul Arena with a bunch of ragtag troops? Be careful, you won't even know how you died!"

The voice carried a hint of sarcasm, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Dai Mubai leading a few people from the street corner.

His blond hair gleamed in the sunlight, but his eyes were full of defiance, and a disdainful sneer played on his lips.

Wang Sheng immediately stepped forward and retorted without backing down, "Dai Mubai, stop being so stubborn! You already lost to my boss once, and there's always a second time! If we really meet, we won't hold back!"

His tone was forceful, and his eyes burned with anger, clearly showing his extreme dissatisfaction with Dai Mubai's provocation.

Dai Mubai snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over Lu Yu and the others with a hint of sinister intent: "Just you wait, see you at the Soul Arena!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the Soul Arena with Tang San, Ma Hongjun and others behind him, his back exuding arrogance.

Wang Sheng spat and said indignantly to Lu Yu, "This guy is too arrogant! Boss, why don't you just teach him a lesson?"

Lu Yu simply smiled faintly and waved his hand: "There's no point in talking nonsense; strength is the only thing that matters."

If you really encounter that, just do your best.

His voice was calm, yet it revealed an unquestionable confidence.

Everyone nodded in agreement, but Huang Yuan frowned and said in a low voice, "Dai Mubai is not weak. Yu Chen beside him is a genius from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Tang San and Ma Hongjun are not simple either. They have the right to be arrogant."

Oscar laughed and patted Huang Yuan on the shoulder: "Don't worry! My boss has already dealt with those three guys, Dai Mubai and his two accomplices! If we run into them, taking care of them will be a piece of cake!"

Huang Yuan shook his head. Although he was still a little worried, he had already agreed to join, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

The arena was already bustling with noise. The huge circular arena was filled with spectators, shouts and cheers rose and fell, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of passion and excitement.

As soon as Lu Yu and his group stepped into the venue, they saw other teams arriving one after another.

In addition to the teams from Shrek Academy, the elite team from Blue Tyrant Academy and the seven-person team organized by the Soto City Arena have also arrived.

There were more than a dozen teams in the arena, each with an extraordinary aura, their soul power fluctuations intertwining in the air, making people's hearts tremble.

Zhao Wuji strode over, a hint of anticipation on his rugged face: "You lot, the rest of the competition depends on your performance! Don't disappoint me, I have high hopes for you!"

His voice was loud and clear, carrying a sense of encouragement.

Lu Yu smiled slightly, a hint of confidence flashing in his eyes: "Don't worry, Teacher Zhao, we will take first place!"

His tone was resolute, as if victory was already in his grasp.

Upon hearing this, the Shrek Academy students around them cast disdainful glances, while the Blue Tyrant Academy team showed a wary expression.

Cheng Youcai was particularly impressed. His eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, clearly still remembering his defeat against Lu Yu last time and eager to avenge his humiliation.

Lu Yu seemed oblivious to these stares, finding a seat and closing his eyes to calm himself.

The first match began quickly, with one team from the Soul Arena facing off against a seven-person team from Blue Tyrant Academy.

The roar of colliding soul forces echoed continuously in the center of the arena, and the light of soul skills intertwined, making the battle exceptionally fierce.

In the end, the team in the Soul Arena won with an overwhelming advantage, eliciting gasps from the audience.

Lu Yu opened his eyes, his gaze sharpening slightly as he noticed that the winning team was named "Skull Team".

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According to onlookers, most of the team members were Soul Masters, and one pair of brothers were skilled in combined attacks, which were incredibly powerful. It was this move that defeated Blue Tyrant Academy.

Lu Yu was secretly on guard, knowing that although the teams in the Soul Arena varied in strength, those who could consistently rank in the top three in the brutal Soul Arena were no ordinary people.

These Soul Masters have been honed through countless battles, and their practical experience far surpasses that of academy-trained Soul Masters. A slight misstep could lead to an unexpected defeat.

He whispered to his teammate beside him, "Be careful, the teams in the Soul Arena are not easy to deal with."

Just then, the referee's booming voice echoed throughout the arena: "The next match is Thanos Team versus Blood Sea Team!"

These words immediately caused a stir in the audience.

Lu Yu frowned slightly and glanced at the Blood Sea team opposite him.

This team is the second-ranked team in the Soul Arena. All members are ruthless characters who have been through countless battles. Each of them has a cold and sharp look in their eyes and exudes a faint bloody aura. They are obviously experts who have seen blood and killed people.

Lu Yu took a deep breath, a serious look flashing in his eyes.

This match will definitely not be easy.

The Blood Sea team's combat experience and seamless teamwork far surpass those of ordinary college teams.

Lu Yu stood in the center of the preparation area, his gaze sweeping over his teammates with sharp, piercing eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the towering dome, illuminating the Thanos team's dark purple uniforms, causing the Thanos Infinity Stone on their emblem to shimmer with an eerie glow.

His teammates clenched their fists or adjusted their breathing, but their eyes all burned with the same fighting spirit.

Lu Yu took a deep breath, his voice low but powerful: "Brothers, it's our turn! This is our first battle, and we absolutely cannot lose! We will use this battle to show everyone that Thanos's team is not to be trifled with!"

His words were like a thunderbolt, instantly igniting everyone's fighting spirit.

Wang Sheng slapped his chest, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "The captain is right! No matter how fierce the Blood Sea Team is, we'll beat them to a pulp!"

Xiao Wu tossed her long pink braid, a playful smile playing on her lips, but a sharp glint flashed in her eyes: "Hmph, no matter how strong they are, I'll just kick them over!"

Ning Rongrong chuckled softly, the phantom of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her hand appearing and disappearing: "Don't worry, with me here, you just keep charging forward!"

Oscar chuckled, already holding several sausages in his hand: "Eat these, and I guarantee your fighting power will double!"

Beneath Zhu Zhuqing's cold and stern face lay a determined gaze, while Huang Yuan rubbed his hands together, eager to try his hand at the game.

Looking at his comrades-in-arms, Lu Yu smiled slightly and nodded: "Alright, let's crush them together!"

As the referee blew his whistle, Thanos's team marched into the arena in perfect unison.

Their steps were steady and powerful, each step seemingly striking the hearts of everyone present.

In the center of the arena, the Blood Sea team was already lined up, waiting. The seven members exuded an imposing aura, with Blood Without Trace at the head being particularly eye-catching.

He was tall and imposing, with a hideous scar covering his left eye. His single eye gleamed with a cold light, making him look like a bloodthirsty lone wolf.

His teammates also exuded powerful soul energy fluctuations, averaging around level 46 Soul Masters, far surpassing Thanos's team.

The phantom of the blood wolf behind Xue Wuhen was faintly visible, exuding a strong bloody aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Xue Wuhen's gaze swept over Lu Yu and the others, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his lips: "This bunch of brats? One Soul Master and six Soul Venerables, what do they have to fight us with?"

His teammates behind him chimed in, their faces full of mockery: "Hey, he probably won't even last one hit. Blood Boss, take it easy, don't kill him!"

In the stands outside the arena, a chorus of voices rose up: "Thanos's team is so unlucky. They ran into the Blood Sea team in their first match. Blood Wuhen is a notoriously ruthless character, a level 49 Soul Master, comparable to a Soul King!"

"I think these young people are going to suffer a great loss. When Xue Wuhen gets angry, there might be bloodshed!"

Some people shook their heads and sighed, "Thanos's team is probably going to be beaten so badly they won't be able to get back up."

Lu Yu ignored these discussions, his gaze fixed on Xue Wuhen, as calm as a bottomless lake.

Xue Wuhen sensed this gaze, his one eye narrowed slightly, and he sneered, "Kids, kneel down and admit defeat, and I might spare your lives."

His teammates behind him burst into laughter, echoing, "That's right, admit defeat now, or we'll beat you to a pulp!"

"This is your only chance, don't be ungrateful!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu's lips curled slightly, revealing a calm smile: "A high cultivation level doesn't mean everything; having a strong fist is what matters."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable firmness, like a sharp sword piercing a heart that had no visible wounds.

Xue Wuhen licked his chapped lips, a fierce glint flashing in his single eye: "A level 39 Soul Master, where does your confidence come from? Fine, I'll see how many moves you can last, brat!"

His teammates behind him also sneered, their eyes full of disdain.

Lu Yu didn't say anything more. He turned to his teammates and said in a deep voice, "According to the plan, Xiao Wu, Wang Sheng, and I will be the main attackers, Rong Rong and Oscar will provide support, and Huang Yuan and Zhu Qing will provide flanking support. Do you understand?"

Everyone responded in unison: "Understood!"

Ning Rongrong smiled gently, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda appeared in her hand. She said softly, "Don't worry, I will make you unleash 120% of your strength!"

Oscar chuckled, and several sausages appeared out of thin air in his hand: "Eat these, and I guarantee your fighting power will explode!"

Xiao Wu took the sausage, took a bite, and said with a grin, "Oscar, this sausage tastes pretty good!"

The group exchanged smiles, the tense atmosphere eased slightly, and their mutual trust became even stronger.

With the referee's whistle, the match officially began! Both sides simultaneously released their martial spirits, and the arena instantly shone with dazzling light, with soul power fluctuations sweeping out like a raging tide.

Behind Lu Yu, the phantom of the fallen angel Lucifer slowly emerged, its wings spread, emanating a strange and powerful aura, the purplish-black light seemingly devouring all light.

Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda shone with seven-colored light as she softly proclaimed, "The seven treasures have names: first, strength; second, speed!"

Two beams of light fell on Lu Yu and Xiao Wu respectively, instantly causing their auras to surge and their soul power to fluctuate like ocean waves.

Oscar was not to be outdone, throwing sausages one after another to provide healing and buffs to his teammates, each sausage drawing a golden arc in the air.

Lu Yu flashed forward and charged towards the Blood Sea Team. The wings of the Fallen Angel trembled slightly, bringing up a gust of wind. Purple-black soul power flowed around him, making him look like a war god.

Xiao Wu followed closely behind, her petite figure as agile as the wind. Pink soul power gathered beneath her feet, her steps light yet concealing a deadly intent.

Wang Sheng supported him from the side, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, and his warhammer was ready to strike.

The Blood Sea Team was not to be outdone. Blood Without Trace grinned maliciously, and the phantom of a blood wolf roared out from behind him, shouting, "Soul Skill, Blood Wolf Fangs!"

A crimson light transformed into sharp fangs, lunging straight at Lu Yu, carrying a pungent, bloody stench.

His teammates also joined the attack, unleashing their Soul Skills, "Wolf Claw".

"Blood Shadow Strike"

One attack after another, crimson soul power wove into a killing net across the arena.

Lu Yu's gaze sharpened, and his second martial soul, Zeus, was suddenly released. Thunderous power gathered around him, transforming into a sea of ​​lightning, with arcs of electricity crackling in the air.

He shouted in a low voice, "Soul Skill, Thunder!"

The lightning roared like an enraged dragon, carrying an aura of destruction as it charged towards the Blood Sea Squad, instantly obliterating "Blood Wolf Fangs."

The object was shattered, and the aftershocks of the thunder forced several team members to retreat, their faces turning grim.

A gasp erupted from the audience: "This kid is only level 39, how can his soul skill be so terrifying?"

"That lightning... could it be a legendary top-tier martial soul? Thanos's team has been hiding it well!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Xue Wuhen's eyes, but it quickly turned into a ferocious fighting spirit.

He let out a low shout, his figure bursting forth, unleashing his soul skill "Triple Strike of Destruction".

The attack was launched, and three blood-red fist shadows slammed towards Lu Yu with terrifying force.

Each strike seemed to tear the air apart, creating a piercing sonic boom, and the ground was slightly sunken by the force of the punches.

Lu Yu shifted his body slightly to the side, exerted force with his feet, and forcefully took the first blow. However, his body was shaken back several steps, his arms were slightly numb, and two deep footprints were left on the ground.

He quickly adjusted his stance, his toes barely touching the ground to deflect the force of the next two attacks. His fighting spirit intensified, but a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Interesting!"

Xue Wuhen grinned maliciously, his figure approaching like a ghost, his fists fierce, each move aimed directly at Lu Yu's vital points.

His punches carried a bloody aura, as if they could tear apart any defense, each punch imbued with the terrifying soul power of a level 49 Soul Master.

Lu Yu showed no fear. The Fallen Angel's wings fluttered slightly, and he nimbly dodged, simultaneously unleashing his "Extreme Hand" technique.

His fist slammed into Xue Wuhen's chest like a meteor.

The fist sliced ​​through the air, creating a sharp, piercing sound. Soul power condensed at the tip of the fist, faintly exuding the power to tear through space.

Xue Wuhen snorted coldly, dodged to the side, but his fist followed like a shadow, slamming hard into Lu Yu's shoulder. The wind from the punch was like a knife, cutting through the air with a buzzing sound.

The spectators held their breath, marveling at Xue Wuhen's ferocity: "That boxing style is terrifying! Can that kid withstand it?"

However, just as the fist was about to strike, Lu Yu unleashed a "back punch".

He retaliated from an uncanny angle, his fist striking Xue Wuhen precisely in the ribs, forcing him to groan and take a half-step back. (End of Chapter)