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

Her voice was hoarse, clearly indicating that she had been tied up for a long time and was extremely weak.

"Are you OK?"

Lu Yu frowned, looking Meng Yiran up and down, his tone tinged with concern.

Meng Yiran shook her head, gritted her teeth, and turned her gaze to the burly man lying on the ground, angrily demanding, "Who captured me? What do they want?"

Her voice, though weak, carried an indomitable stubbornness.

Lu Yu sneered, turned around and walked towards the burly man, bent down and grabbed his collar, lifting him off the ground.

The burly man groaned in pain, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Lu Yu, refusing to utter a word.

A cold glint flashed in Lu Yu's eyes, and without hesitation, he punched the man in the stomach. A loud "bang" was heard.

With a muffled thud, the burly man's body trembled violently, letting out a painful growl. His face turned even paler, but his eyes still held a stubbornness.

"Tell me, who ordered you to do this? Why did you arrest her?"

Lu Yu's voice was deep and carried an undeniable, authoritative pressure.

The burly man, panting heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "Kill me, I won't say a word!"

His voice, though weak, carried a strong sense of resolve.

Lu Yu narrowed his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips, and slowly drew a gleaming dagger from his waist. The blade gleamed with a chilling light in the dim moonlight.

Without saying another word, he turned and walked towards a Soul Master who had fallen to the ground not far away. The Soul Master was terrified and struggled to back away, but Lu Yu grabbed his collar.

With a light slash of the dagger, blood gushed out. The soul master's throat was cut open, and before he could even scream, he collapsed limply, lifeless.

"One more minute."

Lu Yu's voice was eerily calm. He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the remaining Soul Masters, his tone icy, "If you don't speak, one person will die every minute."

His gaze was as sharp as a knife, carrying a chilling killing intent.

The faces of the surrounding Soul Masters instantly turned extremely ugly, their eyes filled with fear, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Time passed second by second, the air seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Finally, one of the Soul Masters could no longer withstand the terrifying pressure. He suddenly raised his head and shouted in panic, "It was Chen Zedong! Chen Zedong made us do it!"

His voice was almost a scream, filled with obvious fear.

"Chen Zedong?"

Lu Yu frowned and turned his gaze to Meng Yiran, only to see that she also looked puzzled, clearly having never heard of this name before.

Lu Yu asked coldly, "Who is Chen Zedong? Why are you arresting her?"

The Soul Master swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "Chen Zedong... he said he wants to hold a team competition, and the target is your Thanos team, especially... especially Tang San."

He said that capturing Meng was to distract you and weaken your fighting strength...

Lu Yu's eyes narrowed slightly as the upcoming team battle flashed through his mind.

He snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the burly man again, his tone icy: "Is there anything else you haven't said?"

The burly man gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger and resentment, but he could no longer utter a single word.

Lu Yu did not give him another chance. Thinking of these people's notorious reputation and what they had done to Meng Yiran, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, the dagger flashed, and the remaining Soul Masters fell one by one, their blood staining the ground.

Meng Yiran stood to the side, a complex expression flashing in her eyes, a mixture of shock at Lu Yu's decisive methods and anger at her own predicament.

"Let's go."

Lu Yu sheathed his dagger, turned to look at Meng Yiran, and softened his tone, "You are weak, I will take you back to Soto City to rest."

Meng Yiran nodded, a hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes, and whispered, "Lu Yu, thank you... I'm the one who dragged you down this time, making you miss the competition..."

Her voice carried a hint of apology, but her gaze was fixed on Lu Yu with a complex mix of emotions, as if she were experiencing something inexplicable.

Lu Yu waved his hand and said calmly, "It's okay, I believe my teammates can win."

His tone was calm, yet it exuded confidence.

Meng Yiran looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, a strange feeling stirring within her towards this young man whose cultivation level was lower than her own.

After the two left, the dimly lit forest clearing returned to silence.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air, standing in the void, gazing intently in the direction where Lu Yu and Meng Yiran had gone.

That was Liu Erlong. She was dressed in black, with a cold and dignified demeanor, but there was a hint of emotion in her eyes as she whispered, "This kid is ruthless... His future is truly unimaginable."

She shook her head, then turned her gaze in another direction, her brows furrowing slightly. "That brat Tang San is here too. Humph, this is going to be troublesome."

Liu Erlong could sense that Tang San was heading deeper into the area, seemingly encountering some trouble.

She wanted to help, but thinking of her last meeting with Tang San, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. In the end, she just sighed and said in a low voice, "Flander, you decide what to do."

Before she finished speaking, her figure vanished like a ghost, leaving only a lingering echo in the air.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the Soto City Grand Arena had reached a fever pitch.

On the battlefield, the six members of Thanos's team stood in neat rows, their gazes fixed firmly on their opponents.

The referee stood in the center of the field, frowned as he looked at Thanos's team, and said in a deep voice, "This match requires seven people, but you only have six. Are you sure you want to force your way onto the field? Being outnumbered is no small matter."

Xiao Wu stood at the front of the group, a stubborn smile on her pretty face. She nodded without hesitation, her voice clear and firm: "Six people are enough."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

The audience on the sidelines all turned their attention to the petite girl, their eyes filled with both amazement and curiosity, and murmurs of discussion rose and fell.

"Thanos' team did play well in the previous matches, but this time their opponent is not weak."

A Soul Master whispered an analysis, "The opposing team has a level 48 Soul Master and three Overbearing Soul Masters. Their overall strength is considered above average within the team."

Thanos only has one Soul Master on his side, while the other five are Soul Venerables. They're one person short, so winning won't be easy.

Another person nodded in agreement: "Yes, the numerical disadvantage is too obvious, it's probably hopeless." Thanos's team on the field, however, remained unmoved, their eyes were firm, and their momentum was not weak at all.

The opposing seven-person team slowly walked onto the field. Han Gao, the leader, looked at Xiao Wu and the others with disdain, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "Tsk tsk, Thanos's team? Not a very good lineup."

His gaze lingered on Xiao Wu and the other female members of the team, with a hint of flirtation, and he chuckled, "These girls are quite pretty. If they keep us comfortable, maybe we can go easy on them."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu's pretty face darkened, a flash of anger appeared in her eyes, and she said coldly, "We'll only know who wins and who loses after the fight."

Anyone can talk big, but even the Blood Sea Team was defeated by us; that's real strength.

Her voice was clear and firm, carrying an aura that could not be underestimated: "Even if we are one person less, our strength is not something you can look down on."

Han Gao laughed heartily after hearing this, his eyes full of disdain: "Oh, little girl, you're quite confident."

"Fine, I'll see if you can still be so stubborn later."

He paused, his gaze lingering on Xiao Wu again, with a hint of provocation, "If you kneel down and beg me to make me feel good, maybe I can spare your lives."

Around the arena, the noise of the crowd surged like a tide, the stands were packed, and the soul masters' eyes were all focused on the huge arena in the center.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if even the wind had frozen.

The five members of Thanos's team walked slowly into the arena with firm steps. Although their steps were not hurried, they carried an invisible sense of oppression.

Xiao Wu walked at the front, her bright eyes now cold as frost, her long pink hair swaying gently in the breeze, her face devoid of any smile, only showing determination and courage.

Behind them, Wang Sheng, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Huang Yuan stood in their positions, each according to their tactical assignments, their eyes sharp as knives, piercing the puppet team opposite them.

Han Gao, the captain of the Puppet Team, stood opposite them with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

His gaze roamed brazenly over Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, carrying a hint of provocation, before finally settling on Xiao Wu's face.

"Xiao Wu, the pillar of Thanos's team, tsk tsk, I hope you can still maintain this confidence when we take you down later."

His voice was deep and sharp, with a hint of mockery, which drew a burst of low laughter from the surrounding audience.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu snorted coldly, a glint of cold light flashing in her eyes, and retorted without backing down, "Han Gao, what's the use of being good with words? Let's see who's the real deal in the ring!"

Her voice was clear yet carried an undeniable authority, instantly silencing the surrounding laughter.

Ning Rongrong stood behind Xiao Wu, smiled gently, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda quietly appeared in her hand, its faint light flowing, showing her composure and confidence.

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent, her cold gaze like that of a lurking cheetah, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

Huang Yuan and Wang Sheng adjusted their stances slightly, ready to strike.

Upon seeing this, the members of the Puppet Team echoed Han Gao's provocation, their words filled with disdain.

"You think your ragtag team can challenge our Puppet Team? What a joke!"

"Just wait and see, I'll wipe you all out in ten minutes!"

Their voices were arrogant and harsh, attempting to overwhelm Thanos's team with their imposing presence.

However, Vice Captain Jia Ming stood aside, silent.

His gaze was deep and tinged with caution.

As the strategist of the Puppet Team, he had carefully studied the Thanos Team's match videos, especially the performances of Lu Yu and Wang Sheng, which made him feel uneasy.

Lu Yu's terrifying strength goes without saying, and even though he didn't participate today for some reason, Wang Sheng's explosive power is far beyond what ordinary Soul Masters can match.

However, seeing Han Gao's confidence, he chose to remain silent and did not voice his concerns.

With the referee's command, the match officially began! The atmosphere on the arena was instantly ignited, and the fluctuations of soul power swept out like a whirlwind.

On Thanos's team, Wang Sheng and Xiao Wu, as the main attackers, charged towards the enemy first.

The two worked together seamlessly. Xiao Wu moved with the agility of the wind, her pink figure leaving afterimages on the arena. The Jeet Kune Do techniques were brought to their fullest potential in her hands, each punch and kick accompanied by the explosive sound of soul power, swift and fierce.

Wang Sheng was like a fierce tiger, with unparalleled strength. When he threw his fist, the air was compressed and produced a deep, explosive sound.

The two joined forces and managed to bridge the gap in levels, repeatedly thwarting the puppet team's offensive.

Han Gao and Jia Ming, as the main force of the puppet team, had a significantly higher soul power level than Xiao Wu and the others, but their offensive was unable to break through the strong resistance from Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

Xiao Wu's movements were as unpredictable as a ghost, and every strike she made precisely hit Han Gao's weaknesses, preventing him from charging towards Ning Rongrong and Oscar behind him with full force.

Zhu Zhuqing transformed into a shadow, her agile figure weaving across the arena, her sharp claws constantly attacking Jia Ming, forcing him to be distracted.

Behind the arena, Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone brightly, and beams of amplifying light accurately fell on her teammates, boosting their strength, speed, and defense, thus elevating the overall combat power of Thanos's team to a new level.

Oscar kept making sausages to replenish his teammates' soul power and stamina.

Han Gao's expression gradually turned serious, and his previous contempt had long since disappeared.

He could sense that Ning Rongrong's support abilities made Thanos's team far stronger than expected. If they didn't deal with this Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master as soon as possible, the situation would only become more and more unfavorable.

He gave a low shout and winked at Jia Ming: "Jia Ming, launch a surprise attack on the rear and take out Ning Rongrong!"

Jia Ming understood immediately. His figure flashed, and his Martial Soul, Swift Rabbit, instantly erupted, unleashing his Soul Skill, "Swift Speed."

With the boost, his speed was so fast that he almost became a blur, rushing straight towards Ning Rongrong and Oscar behind him.

Huang Yuan realized Jia Ming's intention and roared in an attempt to intercept him, but he was held back by the other two members of the puppet team. Sparks flew as their soul skills clashed, and he was unable to break free.

When Ning Rongrong saw Jia Ming charging towards her, her face paled slightly, but there was no sign of retreat in her eyes.

She remembered the Jeet Kune Do techniques Lu Yu had taught her, took a deep breath, clenched her fist, and charged forward.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Glass, Amplify!"

She let out a low shout, and the light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda not only blessed her teammates but also herself, instantly increasing her strength and speed.

Jia Ming was surprised that Ning Rongrong would dare to confront him head-on. A hint of contempt flashed in his eyes as the swift rabbit's claws lashed out at her with a whistling sound as it tore through the air.

However, Ning Rongrong shifted her body to the side, her Jeet Kune Do footwork allowing her to nimbly evade the attack. She then unleashed a powerful punch, striking Jia Ming directly in the chest.

Caught off guard, Jia Ming took the blow head-on and felt a tremendous force coming from him, which actually weakened his soul power by a bit.

He gritted his teeth and unleashed his soul skill, attempting to suppress Ning Rongrong with speed. However, Ning Rongrong's attacks were relentless and unstoppable, each punch precise and ruthless. Her Jeet Kune Do skills allowed her to hold her own in close combat. (End of Chapter)