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

Centered on his palm, dazzling bolts of lightning shot out like snakes, carrying an aura of destruction, and instantly touched Dai Mubai's body.

The power of thunder did not stop, but leaped in a strange way, quickly spreading to Ma Hongjun, who was closest to Dai Mubai, and then affecting Yu Chen and the others.

The lightning's damage seemed to ignore defense, directly weakening everyone's soul power and physical strength by a percentage. Ma Hongjun and the others' faces turned pale instantly, their bodies trembled involuntarily, and the strength in their hands also weakened.

Ma Hongjun gritted his teeth, his body twitching slightly under the onslaught of the lightning.

He had just been kicked in the chest by Xiao Wu, and the intense pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe. Now, he was also affected by the power of lightning, and it felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

He staggered back a few steps, but a memory involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

That was the first time he met Xiao Wu; he was about to do something "good."

However, Xiao Wu and Wang Sheng joined forces to ruin it.

Back then, he thought he was superior, but now, facing Xiao Wu's attack, he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

His gaze shifted to Lu Yu and Dai Mubai in the arena, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

Dai Mubai had completely transformed into his white tiger form, his physical strength had surged, his muscles were bulging, and his soul power was surging like a tide. But even so, he still found it extremely difficult to face Lu Yu's Jeet Kune Do, which had incorporated the power of thunder.

"Lu Yu... he's too strong!"

Ma Hongjun cursed under his breath, but a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

Dai Mubai's situation was already precarious, and his own situation wasn't much better.

Just as Lu Yu was preparing to press his advantage and completely suppress Dai Mubai, a strong sense of crisis suddenly came from behind.

The sensation was sharp as a needle prick; he didn't even have time to turn around before a flash of cold light streaked past at incredible speed, followed by a sharp pain in his arm.

Looking down, a bloody welt appeared on his arm, black blood slowly dripping down, and a faint, fishy smell filled the air.

"A hidden weapon! It's poisoned!"

Lu Yu raised an eyebrow, his expression instantly turning cold.

He turned around abruptly, his gaze as sharp as a knife as he locked onto a figure on the sidelines—Tang San.

The young man, exuding the aura of blue silver grass, stood not far away, the afterimages of hidden weapons flashing faintly in his hands, his eyes cold and resolute.

Lu Yu's eyes grew increasingly gloomy; he recognized that this was Tang San's doing.

Although the wound on his arm was not deep, the toxins had begun to erode his body. The system alerted him that he had entered a state of moderate poisoning, and his soul power and physical strength were slowly being lost.

He gritted his teeth, the scene of his last fight with Tang San flashing through his mind.

He originally intended to teach Tang San a lesson, but was forced to stop due to Tang Hao's sudden appearance.

Now, he is almost certain that Tang Hao is Tang San's father.

With his current strength, he was not strong enough to fight against Tang Hao, but he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

"Tang San, you really know how to pick your timing!"

Lu Yu sneered, his voice filled with undisguised killing intent.

He looked at Tang San, his gaze like a knife, "I let you go last time, but you attacked me now. You really are an ungrateful wretch!"

Tang San stood at the sidelines, the Blue Silver Grass swaying slightly beneath his feet, emitting faint fluctuations of soul power.

His eyes were cold, with a hint of complex emotion. "Lu Yu, what happens on the field has nothing to do with what happens in private."

I will absolutely not let you win first place this time!

He paused, his voice lowering slightly, "I am indeed grateful for what you did last time, but this time, for the sake of my honor and my teacher's honor, I cannot let it go!"

Lu Yu snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Grateful? Hmph, you've been wanting to attack me for a long time, haven't you? Don't think I can't see through you. The poison on your hidden weapon wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision!"

These words caused Tang San's expression to change slightly. He was indeed grateful to Lu Yu, but in order to win this competition, he had to harden his heart and even poison the hidden weapon.

Seeing Lu Yu injured, Dai Mubai on the sidelines had a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He suddenly took a step forward, his soul power erupting, and the white tiger phantom became even more solid. "Tang San, join forces! We must take him down today!"

His voice carried an undeniable resolve. Taking advantage of Lu Yu's poisoning, he and Tang San attacked Lu Yu from the left and right, their offensive as fierce as a storm.

Lu Yu frowned, his body trembling slightly from the effects of the poison, but he did not back down.

He let out a low shout, unleashing his soul skill, "Thunderbolt."

Instantly, with a flick of his finger, a terrifying bolt of lightning shot straight at Tang San like a long dragon.

Lightning exploded in the air, and the intense pain instantly turned Tang San's face pale, his body stiffened, and he briefly lost the ability to move.

However, Dai Mubai's offensive did not diminish at all. His steps were as mysterious as the wind, and his fists, imbued with the White Tiger's soul power, slammed into Lu Yu one after another.

At the same time, several hidden weapons flew from the side at tricky angles, forcing Lu Yu to distract himself and dodge.

"Damn it!"

Lu Yu cursed under his breath. His poisoning made his reactions a little slower, and he seemed to be struggling to dodge.

He could feel the toxins constantly eroding his soul power, making every movement of his body heavy.

Dai Mubai's fists came like a whirlwind, each strike carrying the power to tear the air apart, forcing Lu Yu to retreat continuously.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly unfavorable, a ruthless glint flashed in Lu Yu's eyes.

He suddenly took a step forward, his figure appearing before Dai Mubai like a ghost, unleashing his soul skill, "Forbidden Magic Domain."

Instantly, an invisible pressure enveloped the entire area, suppressing Dai Mubai's soul power fluctuations.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Yu cast "Sealing Fate".

The fist struck Dai Mubai's vital chest, the power of thunder exploding on the fist with destructive force.

"puff!"

Dai Mubai spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.

Although his White Tiger body was strong, he still suffered serious injuries under Lu Yu's all-out attack.

His face was pale, but his eyes burned with unwilling anger. "Lu Yu, you think you can beat me like this?!"

Lu Yu did not respond. His breathing was already somewhat rapid, and the poisoning made it impossible for him to maintain a high level of combat intensity for an extended period of time.

Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Wang Sheng and his team were already in retreat. If he didn't finish the battle quickly, the entire situation would collapse completely.

Just then, Lu Yu felt a sudden chill on his back as several hidden weapons struck him precisely in the back. The intense pain made him shudder and nearly fall to the ground.

He turned around abruptly and saw Tang San standing not far away, throwing hidden weapons one after another, his eyes filled with cold killing intent.

"Tang San!"

Lu Yu gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and attempted to retaliate. However, Dai Mubai seized the opportunity, frantically gathering his soul power, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He suddenly took a step forward, his fist imbued with the White Tiger's soul power, and slammed it fiercely towards Lu Yu.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Lu Yu's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the competition field. His body rolled several times on the ground, and he was about to slide out of the competition area.

The audience on the sidelines erupted in an uproar, everyone holding their breath, their eyes fixed on Lu Yu in the arena.

At this critical moment, Wang Sheng stomped his foot and charged towards Lu Yu like an arrow.

He grabbed Lu Yu's clothes and pulled him back forcefully, trying to drag him back onto the field.

However, the residual force of Dai Mubai's punch was too terrifying. Wang Sheng's body was also sent flying by this force, crashing heavily into the wall at the side of the field. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he completely lost consciousness.

This scene silenced the entire arena; everyone was stunned by the intense battle.

Lu Yu struggled to his feet. The wound on his back was still bleeding, and the poison had made his face pale, but his eyes burned with an indomitable fighting spirit.

The spectators on the sidelines were discussing among themselves. Some were furious at Tang San's despicable methods, while others felt sorry for Lu Yu's disheveled appearance and thought that his chances of winning were slim.

"Lu Yu, can you still hold on?"

Dai Mubai sneered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his soul power condensed once more.

Tang San stood to the side, the hidden weapon in his hand gleaming coldly, his gaze as indifferent as ice.

Lu Yu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the excruciating pain within him, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, "You want me to admit defeat? You're not qualified!"

His voice was deep and firm, and the power of thunder gathered around him once again, instantly making the atmosphere on the field extremely tense.

Inside the arena, dust swirled, and the air was thick with a strong fighting spirit and a bloody stench.

In the stands, the noise rose and fell, and the discussions among the onlookers surged like a tide, their eyes fixed on the fierce battle on the field.

Liu Erlong leaned back in his seat, his brows furrowed with a hint of seriousness, but his gaze never left Lu Yu and Tang San on the field.

She whispered to Flander beside her, "Tang San's hidden weapon is indeed poisoned. Although the poison is not fatal, it is enough to disrupt the flow of one's soul power and worsen one's injuries."

That's a ruthless method; I bet it was taught to me by that Yu Xiaogang guy again."

Her tone carried a hint of disdain, yet also a subtle approval of Tang San's methods: "I heard that Yu Xiaogang has made considerable progress with the Soul Refining Liquid recently, and the results are quite good. Tang San must have benefited quite a bit from it."

Flander pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the situation on the field, his brows furrowing slightly: "Lu Yu's strength is indeed formidable, but this time he is facing the combined forces of Dai Mubai and Tang San, so the pressure is considerable."

Wang Sheng has been eliminated, weakening Thanos's team's overall strength. Xiao Wu and the others are also tied up with other opponents and are unable to provide support.

It will be difficult for Lu Yu to win.

His tone carried a hint of worry, but a glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes, as if he were waiting to see if Lu Yu could create another miracle.

Upon hearing this, Liu Erlong snorted coldly and glanced at Flander sideways: "You underestimate Lu Yu too much."

This kid is no simpleton; neither of us has fully figured out his cards.

She paused, then looked back at the field, her tone firm, "I want to see how he turns things around this time."

Flander smiled upon hearing this, offering no rebuttal, but instead turned his gaze back to the arena, a complex expression in his eyes.

The battle on the field had reached a fever pitch, and an invisible sense of oppression seemed to be condensing in the air.

In the center of the arena, Lu Yu struggled to his feet, a tearing pain shooting through his chest as if several of his ribs had been broken.

His clothes were soaked in blood, and a trace of crimson oozed from the corner of his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and slowly straightened up.

Pain surged like a tidal wave, but his eyes burned with an indomitable fighting spirit.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sweeping across Dai Mubai and Tang San opposite him like a knife, and murmured in a low voice, "I must win this battle."

Dai Mubai across from him sneered, his eyes filled with smugness and satisfaction: "Lu Yu, you've already lost! You've humiliated me time and time again in the past, but with Tang San helping me today, let's see what waves you can still make!"

His voice carried a hint of ferocity, as if all the humiliation of being defeated by Lu Yu multiple times was being released.

Tang San, standing to the side, remained silent, his gaze as cold as ice, but a hint of joy could not be hidden deep in his eyes.

He clenched his fists slightly, clearly determined to defeat Lu Yu at all costs.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile: "Lose? You haven't won yet, you've just made me take it seriously."

His voice was deep yet firm, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward, the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, and his momentum was overwhelming.

Dai Mubai and Tang San exchanged a glance and said no more.

Dai Mubai swallowed a bottle of soul power potion, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. His soul power surged, and a white tiger phantom appeared on his body. He roared, "Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

His body instantly swelled, his muscles bulged, and his aura was like a tiger descending a mountain, rushing towards Lu Yu with terrifying pressure.

At the same time, Tang San raised his hands, and countless hidden weapons shot out like a torrential rain, accompanied by his soul skill "Entanglement".

As soon as the attack was launched, several tough blue silver grasses sprouted from the ground, transforming into vines that blocked Lu Yu's retreat.

Faced with this terrifying offensive, Lu Yu's gaze sharpened, but instead of retreating, he advanced.

He had already mastered Jeet Kune Do to perfection; every punch he threw carried the power of thunder, the wind howling and the sound of air being torn apart faintly audible.

The first punch, the second punch... the force of the punches was like a storm, growing stronger and stronger.

By the thirty-eighth punch, Dai Mubai suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered backward, and his eyes were filled with shock.

He never expected that Lu Yu could unleash such terrifying power despite being severely injured.

Tang San's hidden weapon came like a meteor, with a sharp whooshing sound, but Lu Yu's figure was like a ghost, easily dodging it, his steps as steady as a mountain, showing no sign of panic.

He took a step closer to Tang San and threw a punch with a whooshing sound.

Tang San snorted coldly, and his hands instantly became as clear and lustrous as jade, unleashing his soul skill, "Mysterious Jade Hand."

He launched an attack, heading straight for Lu Yu's fist.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the two men's fists collided, sending shockwaves scattering in all directions.

Lu Yu's punch was as heavy as a mountain. Tang San felt a tremendous force coming from him and was knocked back several feet. His arm went numb and almost lost his grip on his fist.

A look of shock flashed in his eyes; he hadn't expected Lu Yu's physical strength to be so formidable.

Lu Yu gave Tang San no chance to catch his breath. His movements were as fast as lightning, and his Jeet Kune Do moves were continuous. His punches, elbows, knees, and legs were all ruthless and showed a murderous aura.

As he fought, he said coldly, "Tang San, you relied on hidden weapons to injure people, harming my brothers from Notting Academy, injuring Wang Sheng and Meng Yiran, and even dared to poison me! Today, I will avenge them!" (End of Chapter)