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

Lu Yu looked directly into Zhao Wuji's eyes and said in a deep voice, "Please use the card where I store Soul Coins to bet everything on our Thanos team to win the next match. All Soul Coins, not a single one left."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding team members were stunned. Wang Sheng couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "Lu Yu, are you crazy? Betting everything?"

Huang Yuan also frowned, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, then he frowned and analyzed, "Lu Yu, this decision of yours is quite significant."

Thanos's team is quite famous, but the odds aren't high.

Moreover, look at our upcoming opponents—Cheng Youcai's team from Blue Tyrant Academy, each member is an elite; Blood Fiend's team from the Soul Arena, whose captain, Blood Fiend, is a Soul King level, with a fearsome reputation; and Shrek Academy's Whirlwind team, whose strength should not be underestimated.

It won't be easy for you to win.

He paused, scrutinizing Lu Yu with his gaze, as if trying to discern any wavering in the young man's expression.

However, after listening, Lu Yu's lips curled into a confident smile, and his eyes shone like the brightest star in the night sky.

He said in a low but firm voice, "Teacher Zhao, as long as I want to win, victory will be mine."

These words were spoken casually, yet they carried an invisible air of dominance, as if the outcome was already in his grasp.

Zhao Wuji was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and patted Lu Yu on the shoulder: "Good lad, you've got guts! Okay, I agree."

But don't come crying to me if you lose.

Lu Yu smiled slightly, said nothing more, turned around and walked towards his team members to begin arranging tactics.

A few minutes later, the arena was filled with cheers and shouts, with every seat occupied.

The referee stood on the high platform and announced in a loud voice: "Today's match will be the most exciting one in recent years! The first match will be between the Blood Fiend Team and the Blue Tyrant Academy Cheng Youcai Team!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and shouts, instantly igniting the atmosphere.

In the VIP section, Liu Erlong, the dean of Blue Tyrant Academy, dressed in red, exuded an imposing aura, his gaze fixed intently on the audience; while Flander, the dean of Shrek Academy, remained calm, though a hint of anticipation lingered in his eyes.

In the center of the competition venue, Cheng Youcai's team of seven slowly entered the arena.

Cheng Youcai walked at the front, dressed in a black outfit with a dark gold belt around his waist, exuding a murderous aura.

His six teammates followed closely behind, all of them Soul Masters, the weakest of whom had a Soul Power of Level 43.

Their precise positioning resembled a sharp array of blades, poised to strike.

In the audience, someone whispered, "Cheng Youcai's aura is much stronger than last year. He's probably close to becoming a Soul King, right?"

On the other side, the Blood Fiend Team made their appearance, their aura even more terrifying.

Captain Blood Fiend was dressed in a dark red robe with ferocious blood-red totems embroidered on the hem. His aura was as fierce as a whirlwind, and his eyes revealed undisguised killing intent.

The vice-captain behind him, Xue Wuhen, was equally impressive, with his soul power fluctuations only slightly inferior to Xue Sha's. The other five team members were all Soul Masters of level 45 or above, and their bodies were faintly shrouded in a layer of malevolent aura, as if they had come from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

In the audience, many people gasped: "This Blood Fiend Team truly lives up to its reputation!"

The moment the match began, Xue Sha and Xue Wuhen made their first move, their soul skills intertwining and sweeping towards Cheng Youcai's team like a storm.

Blood Fiend's martial soul is a blood-red longsword. As the blade flashes, the air is torn apart, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

Xue Wuhen moved like a ghost, his speed so fast it was dazzling, as he rushed straight at the opponent's back row support-type Soul Master.

Caught off guard, Cheng Youcai's team's formation was disrupted. The team members gritted their teeth and persevered, their eyes filled with resentment.

Cheng Youcai shouted in a low voice: "Blood Wolf Alone!"

His martial spirit, the Blood Wolf King, instantly materialized, and a massive blood-red wolf shadow howled to the sky, its imposing aura overwhelming the entire arena.

Blood Wolf King slashed out with its claw, forcing Blood Without Trace back, and Cheng Youcai seized the opportunity to lead his team in a counterattack.

Their support-type Soul Masters quickly unleashed their Soul Skills, boosting their teammates' strength, speed, and defense, making the situation on the field tense for a time.

Cheers erupted from the stands, with someone shouting, "Cheng Youcai, take them down!"

However, the Blood Fiend team was ultimately stronger.

Just as Cheng Youcai's team was launching a counterattack, Xue Wuhen's figure appeared again like a ghost, heading straight for the opponent's support-type Soul Master.

The support Soul Master was caught off guard, his Soul Skill was interrupted, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Without the support of their teammates, Cheng Youcai's team was immediately put on the defensive. Although the team members tried their best, the difference in their soul power levels was as insurmountable as an insurmountable chasm.

Cheng Youcai gritted his teeth, and the Blood Wolf King roared repeatedly, trying to turn the tide, but Xue Sha's blood-red longsword was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, mercilessly reaping their hopes.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Cheng Youcai's team finally collapsed, leaving only the seven members of the Blood Fiend team standing proudly in the center of the arena.

The referee loudly proclaimed: "Blood Fiend Team wins!"

The audience erupted in deafening cheers. Some marveled at the strength of the Blood Fiend team, while others lamented the defeat of Cheng Youcai's team.

Xue Wuhen stood in the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over Lu Yu in the audience, a sinister sneer curling at the corner of his mouth: "You little brats, you dare to cause trouble in the Soul Arena?"

His words were clearly pointed, not only mocking Cheng Youcai's team but also alluding to Lu Yu's Thanos team.

Xue Sha followed Xue Wuhen's gaze, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes: "Cheng Youcai and his gang of trash are nothing to fear, and Lu Yu's Thanos team is nothing special either."

The team that truly deserves attention is the Whirlwind team.

The two exchanged a smile and walked off the field with the arrogance of victors.

In the audience, Lu Yu remained calm, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He was not angered by Xue Wuhen's provocation, but whispered to Wang Sheng beside him, "They will pay the price for their arrogance."

Wang Sheng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "Lu Yu, we have to give them a good thrashing in the next match!"

Huang Yuan sneered, "Blood Fiend Team, is it? Just you wait and see!"

After a short break, the host's booming voice rang out again: "Next match, Thanos's team versus Puppet Team! This is a revenge match!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

The audience was abuzz with discussion, with some recalling the recent match where Thanos's team lost to the Puppet team, where they were completely dominated and had no chance to fight back.

Now that Thanos's entire team is in battle, the outcome has become a hot topic of discussion. Some people shook their heads: "The puppet team is good at control, Thanos's team is likely to suffer again."

Others countered, "Lu Yu is no simple character; he might be able to turn the tables this time!"

Inside the rest area, the Thanos team members were filled with excitement.

Wang Sheng clenched his fists, his eyes burning with rage: "Puppet Team, you made us lose so badly last time, this time I'm going to crush them!"

Huang Yuan rubbed his hands together, grinning, and said, "They won't be so lucky today. They're going to be eating dust!"

The other team members also expressed their opinions, their morale soaring, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.

Lu Yu looked at everyone, a smile flashing in his eyes, and clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet: "Everyone, calm down and get into a good state of mind."

Soul Masters rely on their fists, martial spirits, and strength, not just their words.

In this battle, we will fight to uphold the name of Thanos's team and finally prove ourselves!

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each team member, his voice low yet powerful: "Go out there and show them who the real king is!"

Inside the bustling arena, the noise was deafening, and the heat was intense, as if even the air itself had been ignited.

In the center of the huge circular arena, a massive Soul Power screen floated, constantly displaying the betting ratios of the two teams, attracting the attention of countless spectators.

The battle between Thanos's team and the puppet team hadn't even started yet, but the atmosphere outside the arena was already as intense as a volcanic eruption.

In the previous match, Thanos' team suffered an unexpected defeat, giving Puppet Team a chance to turn things around. The betting ratio gradually changed from 1 to 3 to 1 to 1.5, and finally settled at 1 to 1.7 amidst heated discussions among countless gamblers.

In the audience, discussions rose and fell. Some were optimistic about the potential of Thanos's team, while others believed that the puppet team's puppet tactics were unpredictable and the outcome was uncertain.

Zhao Wuji strode towards the betting area, his Contra aura unconsciously emanating from him, attracting the attention of the surrounding gamblers.

A confident smile played on his rugged face, as if he already knew the outcome of the match.

The person in charge of the betting area was a thin, middle-aged man. When he saw Zhao Wuji approaching, a hint of awe flashed in his eyes, and he quickly put on a smiling face: "Lord Zhao, what brings you here..."

Without wasting words, Zhao Wuji took out eight heavy bags of soul coins from his soul tool, slammed them on the table, and the table trembled slightly.

"800,000 Soul Coins, all bet on the Thanos Team!"

His voice was deep and firm, carrying an undeniable authority.

The person in charge was stunned, and the gamblers around him gasped in shock.

Eight hundred thousand soul coins—that's no small sum! Especially considering it's a bet on Thanos's team, who lost the last match! The atmosphere at the betting area suddenly became strange. Someone whispered, "Zhao Wuji is a Soul Douluo. Why is he so optimistic about Thanos's team? Does he really have some trump card?"

Someone else sneered: "Hmph, Thanos's team lost so badly last time, how can they turn things around this time? Zhao Wuji must have misjudged them."

However, with Zhao Wuji's heavy bet, the odds on the screen changed rapidly, jumping from 1 to 1.8 to 1 to 1.4.

The audience outside the stadium began to re-examine the game, and their previously confident attitude began to waver, with discussions becoming increasingly heated.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the stadium was equally tense.

On the huge circular arena, Lu Yu led Thanos's team into the arena.

He walked at the very front, his figure upright, his black robe fluttering slightly in the wind, a calm smile on his face, as if he were confident about the upcoming battle.

Wang Sheng, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and others followed closely behind, each with a burning fighting spirit in their eyes. Wang Sheng, in particular, clenched his fists, his eyes seemingly blazing with fire, clearly still resentful of his previous defeat and determined to avenge it.

On the other side, the nine-member Puppet Team also stepped onto the field. Han Gao, who was in the lead, was tall and had a cold face. Behind him were seven team members and two puppets that exuded a strange aura.

The two puppets were entirely black, with a metallic sheen at their joints. Their movements were stiff and mechanical, yet they possessed an unsettling agility.

Han Gao glanced at the Thanos team opposite him, a contemptuous sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, you little brats, here to die again?"

His voice was deep and sarcastic, with a hint of condescension.

The other members of the Puppet Team echoed this sentiment, with one of them chuckling, "Last time you were just lucky to hold out for a few minutes, but you won't be so lucky this time!"

Some people pointed at Lu Yu and his group, saying sarcastically, "A bunch of kids who haven't even grown their hair yet dare to cause trouble in the Soul Arena?"

These provocative words pierced Thanos's team like knives, and the audience outside the arena joined in the jeering, with laughter and boos mingling together.

Wang Sheng's face flushed red instantly, his eyes burning with rage. He stepped forward, pointed at Han Gao, and roared, "You were lucky last time, but this time with Lu Yu here, you're going to get crushed!"

His voice was filled with resentment and fighting spirit, which drew gasps from the audience.

Xiao Wu, hands on her hips, glared at the puppet team and sneered, "A bunch of cowards who only know how to hide behind puppets. If you're so tough, don't use those rubbish!"

Although Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, her cold eyes were fixed on the puppet opposite her, and her slender figure exuded an invisible pressure.

Lu Yu, however, appeared unusually calm. He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Han Gao and his teammates like a knife, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

"A cowardly piece of trash who only knows how to talk big."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the arena, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine: "Strength is the foundation. Enough with the nonsense, let's see who's the best in the ring."

Upon hearing this, the audience outside the arena erupted in cheers, while others scoffed. Regardless, Lu Yu's composure and confidence caused the members of the Puppet Team to slightly change their expressions.

Especially Jia Ming, who stood beside Han Gao, staring at Lu Yu with a gloomy look in his eyes, recalling the scene of the narrow victory in the last competition, and a faint sense of unease arose in his heart.

This time, Han Gao brought two more powerful puppets, clearly indicating that he came prepared.

The bell finally rang, its deafening roar echoing throughout the arena, signaling the official start of the battle.

Lu Yu stood at the forefront of Thanos's team, calmly scanning the puppet team opposite him, and said in a deep voice: "Wang Sheng, Xiao Wu, Zhu Qing, follow me and attack."

Rongrong, Oscar, you two are in charge of rear support. The rest of you, protect them.

His voice was deep and firm, each word carrying an unquestionable authority.

The teammates quickly entered battle mode, their spirit rings lighting up one after another beneath their feet, yellow, purple, and black lights intertwining, and spirit power fluctuations sweeping across the entire field.

The opposing puppet team was not to be outdone. Han Gao snorted coldly, his soul power suddenly erupting. Four yellow and one purple soul rings bloomed beneath his feet, and the aura of a Soul Master pressed down on Thanos's team like a tidal wave. (End of this chapter)