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

"break!"

Lu Yu let out a low roar, and his right fist blasted out like thunder. The wind from the fist tore through the air, causing a sharp sonic boom.

That invisible "dragnet"

Under the force of the fist, it was torn like thin paper, and the soul power fluctuations dissipated instantly.

Bei Shangyun's pupils shrank sharply, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face: "How is this possible?!"

Before he could react, Lu Yu approached like a ghost and punched him in the chest.

The punch was as powerful as a mountain. Bei Shangyun felt an irresistible force coming at him. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and hit the stone wall outside the ring heavily, raising dust.

There was silence.

The soul masters in the audience opened their eyes wide, their mouths open wide enough to fit a fist.

No one expected that Bei Shangyun, who had more than 60 wins, was defeated by Lu Yu with just one punch, leaving him completely powerless to fight back! "This...how come this kid's boxing skills are so terrifying?"

A soul master's voice trembled, his eyes full of shock.

"Twenty-four wins? You must be joking! With this level of strength, I'm afraid he can compete with a top soul master with eighty wins!"

The other man swallowed, a hint of awe in his tone.

On the high platform, Zheng Xueying stood up suddenly, her pretty face turned ashen, and anger in her eyes almost burst out.

She stared at Lu Yu on the stage and cursed in a low voice: "Waste! Bei Shangyun is a waste, he can't even delay time!"

The attendant beside her quickly lowered his head and whispered, "Saint, calm down. Lu Yu's close combat strength is indeed beyond our expectations. I'm afraid only you can personally take action..."

"Shut up!"

Zheng Xueying interrupted coldly, waved her sleeves, and turned away.

Her back revealed a sense of unwillingness and anger, but there was a hint of hidden murderous intent in her eyes.

Below the ring, Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes filled with surprise: "Lu Yu, you're so amazing! I knew you wouldn't lose!"

She ran forward quickly, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Lu Yu smiled lightly and patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder: "It's just some little tricks."

He appeared relaxed on the surface, but he was becoming more alert inside.

Bei Shangyun's defeat meant that Zheng Xueying's plan failed, but her threat did not diminish.

In my mind, the voice of the Qilin's remnant soul slowly rang out: "That girl is not simple. She has a power that can block my perception. I'm afraid she has some special existence just like you."

Lu Yu's heart sank, and he replied in a voice transmission: "System?"

He had long suspected that Zheng Xueying might have the blessing of the system like himself, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why she could control the game arrangements in the Hell Killing Field so accurately.

"Maybe, maybe not."

The Qilin Remnant Soul said solemnly, "But she has two Titled Douluo secretly protecting her. If you act rashly, there will be no way for you to survive.

Right now, you can only look for opportunities in the Hell Killing Field. The rules there restrict her soul skills, and she cannot exert her full strength."

Lu Yu nodded slightly and glanced across the platform. Zheng Xueying's figure had disappeared without a trace.

He whispered, "She wants to kill me, and I also want to get rid of her. It's just... the time is not right yet."

As night falls, the blood-red moonlight of the City of Slaughter shines on the streets, appearing eerie and gloomy.

Lu Yu returned to his mansion and sat cross-legged in the training room, and the holographic mimicry space quietly unfolded.

His consciousness sank into it, and he practiced his boxing moves like flowing water, with each punch carrying a terrifying fluctuation of soul power.

The essence of Bajipeng became more and more proficient in his hands, and the power was as heavy as a mountain.

"Level 51 Soul King..."

Lu Yu opened his eyes, feeling the surging soul power in his body, and muttered to himself, "Soul skills cannot be used in the Hell Killing Field. The soul power level can only enhance the physical strength, but this is enough.

Zheng Xueying, if you dare to come again, I will make sure you never return."

At this moment, Xu Feng's voice came from outside the door: "Lu Yu, someone is visiting, it's Hu Liena."

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows, gathered his soul power, stood up and said, "Let her in."

He secretly guessed that Hu Liena's late-night visit must be related to Zheng Xueying.

The power of the Spirit Hall is complex and intricate. As a disciple of the Pope, Hu Liena has a sensitive identity, and her arrival may bring new variables.

A moment later, Hu Liena, wearing a golden long dress, slowly walked into the training room.

She has a beautiful face and noble temperament, but there is a complicated look in her eyes.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice soft but with a hint of tentativeness: "Lu Yu, your performance in the killing field today is really impressive.

But... do you know that you have offended someone you shouldn't have offended?"

Lu Yu narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Are you talking about Zheng Xueying? If she doesn't come to provoke me, why should I be her enemy?"

Hu Liena chuckled, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes: "You are so brave.

However, Zheng Xueying's identity is not simple. She has the support of the Spirit Hall behind her, and even... there may be a more powerful force.

If you insist on being her enemy, you will probably get into big trouble."

Lu Yu sneered: "Trouble? If she really has the ability, why would she do these little tricks in the Hell Killing Field? Hu Liena, you didn't come to visit me late at night just to remind me of this, right?"

When Hu Liena heard this, a strange look flashed in her eyes, and she said slowly: "Of course not.

I came here to cooperate with you.

Zheng Xueying's ambition is so big that even I can't stand it.

If you want to get rid of her, I can help you."

Lu Yu's heart was shocked, but he remained calm on the surface: "Cooperation? Tell me your conditions."

Hu Liena took a few steps closer and lowered her voice, "I can help you investigate Zheng Xueying's background, and even... give you a chance to survive at the critical moment.

But you have to promise me that if you succeed in getting rid of her, you won't reveal any of Spirit Hall's secrets."

Lu Yu was silent for a moment, his eyes sweeping across Hu Liena's face like a knife, trying to see her true intentions.

Finally, he nodded slowly: "Okay, I promise you.

But Hu Liena, you'd better remember, if you dare to plot against me, I, Lu Yu, will never show mercy."

Hu Liena smiled sweetly, but a hint of deep meaning flashed in her eyes: "Don't worry, I, Hu Liena, have always been upright in what I do.

Lu Yu, you have to be careful on the road ahead."

After seeing Hu Liena off, Lu Yu stood in front of the window, staring at the blood moon in the night sky, his thoughts churning.

The threat from Zheng Xueying is like a thorn in the back, and Hu Liena's cooperation is somewhat unpredictable.

The rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena restricted his soul skills, but they also gave him the opportunity to kill with a single blow. He muttered to himself, "Zheng Xueying, in the next duel, I want to see what tricks you can pull."

Outside the hellish killing field, the dark sky made it hard to breathe, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if even the wind carried murderous intent.

Lu Yu stood in a dark corner, holding a glass of liquor he had just bought from the tavern, but his eyes were scanning the surroundings coldly.

Hu Liena was wearing a tight red dress and walked towards them with light steps, a complicated look on her face.

"Lu Yu, what do you think of Zheng Xueying?"

Hu Liena's voice was low and tentative. She stopped and stood beside him.

Lu Yu shook the wine glass lightly, his eyes were cold, but his voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water: "I don't have a good impression.

A vicious woman with sinister means and a strange spirit. There is nothing commendable about her."

He paused, looking straight at Hu Liena, "If I have the chance, I will kill her myself."

Upon hearing this, Hu Liena raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she showed a meaningful smile: "Is it because of what I told you yesterday that you said this? Lu Yu, I didn't force you to stand up for me."

Lu Yu snorted coldly, put the wine glass on the stone table beside him, and said with a bit of disdain in his voice: "You think too much, Hu Liena.

I want to kill her, not because of you, but because I have my own reasons and I have to do it."

A cold light flashed in his eyes, as if he remembered some unbearable past.

Hu Liena frowned and her tone became serious: "Lu Yu, Zheng Xueying is not an ordinary person.

She is very powerful, with a soul power of at least level 70, not to mention her martial soul, the fox spirit, which can control people's hearts.

You have to be careful, because the people around you may be influenced by her at any time and suddenly attack you."

When she said this, her eyes swept across the shadow behind Lu Yu, as if she was wary of something.

Lu Yu nodded without much expression on his face: "Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention."

He turned around, his back to Hu Liena, and said in a low voice, "However, if she dares to touch my people, I will make her regret coming into this world."

The next day, on the ring of the Hell Killing Field, the smell of blood was even stronger than yesterday, and the audience was filled with fanatical shouts, like a group of bloodthirsty beasts.

Lu Yu sat in the rest area, his eyes fixed on the center of the ring. Xiao Wu was wearing a light black battle suit and had a firm look in her eyes.

On the opposite side, Zheng Xueying was dressed in white, with a charming smile on her face, but her eyes revealed undisguised malice.

"I heard that you are Lu Yu's man?"

Zheng Xueying's voice was so soft and charming that it seemed like water could drip out of it, but every word was stinging, "Today, I want to see how capable you are.

Don't worry, I won't kill you, I'll just... cripple you."

As she spoke, she licked the corner of her lips gently, with a cruel light flashing in her eyes.

Xiao Wu stared at her coldly, holding a dagger tightly in her hand. Her voice was crisp but chilling: "Stop talking nonsense, Zheng Xueying, I won't let you succeed."

The battle horn sounded, and Zheng Xueying flashed, so fast that she almost turned into an afterimage. Her palm wind was sharp, and she rushed towards Xiao Wu with a domineering momentum.

Xiao Wu's pupils shrank slightly, and she moved her feet in a series of flashes, narrowly avoiding the attack. However, she was still hit by the palm wind and was forced to take several steps back, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

"Is that all you have?"

Zheng Xueying sneered, and her palms turned into fists, unleashing the Spirit Fox Fist. The fist shadow was like a phantom, and it attacked Xiao Wu with a strange arc.

Xiao Wu clenched her teeth, a hint of stubbornness ignited in her eyes, and the soul power in her body was running wildly. The Baji Collapse that she had practiced under Lu Yu's guidance exploded instantly.

She let out a delicate cry, and her fist released five streams of hidden power. It was as if a muffled thunder exploded in the air, and the power of the fist went straight to Zheng Xueying's chest.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zheng Xueying's eyes. She obviously didn't expect Xiao Wu to be able to launch such a powerful attack.

She moved to the side and used the Spirit Fox Fist again. The fist was like a tide, completely dissolving Xiao Wu's Baji Collapse, and then she punched Xiao Wu's shoulder hard.

Xiao Wu groaned as she was knocked flying and fell heavily on the edge of the ring. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, and her clothes were torn, revealing a bruise on her shoulder.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers. Zheng Xueying stood in the center of the arena, her smile becoming increasingly seductive. "Lu Yu's men are no more than this."

Xiao Wu struggled to get up, her eyes full of unwillingness.

At this moment, a figure rushed into the ring like a hurricane. Lu Yu's soul power surged, and with a palm he slapped away the guarding soul master who tried to stop him. He took a few steps to Xiao Wu's side and hugged her in his arms.

His eyes were cold as he glanced at Zheng Xueying. His voice was low but carried unquestionable authority: "I admit defeat on her behalf. You win this battle."

Zheng Xueying raised her eyebrows and smiled even more wantonly: “Lu Yu, you are really protective.

However, this little girl is not worth your trouble."

She turned and walked off the stage, leaving behind a string of crisp laughter.

Lu Yu ignored her and looked down at Xiao Wu in his arms, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes.

He carefully brought Xiao Wu back to the rest area, took out the healing pill and fed it to her, then used his soul power to heal her injuries.

Xiao Wu's expression gradually eased, but her injuries were still serious, from severe to moderate.

The corner of the rest area was dim and quiet. Xiao Wu leaned on Lu Yu's shoulder, her voice filled with self-blame: "Lu Yu, I'm useless... You taught me so much, but I still lost to her."

Lu Yu patted her back gently, his voice gentle but firm: "Don't say that, Zheng Xueying's situation is different. Her martial soul and soul skills are extremely strange. It's amazing that you can hold on until now."

He paused, a murderous look flashing in his eyes, "I will personally settle her debt."

Xiao Wu raised her head, with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes: "Lu Yu, I also want to become stronger. I don't want to hold you back anymore."

Lu Yu smiled slightly and rubbed her hair: “Okay, I’ll wait for the day when you become stronger.

But now, just take good care of your injuries."

In the next few competitions, Lu Yu and Zheng Xueying performed like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves, crushing their opponents and winning every game.

Their strength and tit-for-tat relationship became a hot topic of discussion in the Hell Killing Field.

In the audience, discussions were heard one after another. Some people marveled at Lu Yu's dominance, while others were afraid of Zheng Xueying's cunning.

In the afternoon, Lu Yu took Xiao Wu and prepared to leave the killing field and return to the mansion to rest.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he found that Xu Feng was nowhere to be seen.

Xu Feng is one of his younger brothers. He is loyal and will never leave without reason.

Lu Yu frowned, feeling a little uneasy, but thinking that Xu Feng might have something urgent to do, he didn't think much about it and took Xiao Wu back to the mansion.

After an incense stick of time, hurried footsteps were heard outside the mansion.

A younger brother stumbled in, holding a wooden box in his hands. His face was as pale as paper, and his voice was trembling: "Lu, Lu, it's bad! This... This is Xu Feng's..."

Lu Yu was shocked. He took the wooden box and opened it. Inside was Xu Feng's head. His eyes were wide open and there was still a trace of fear on his face before his death.

Lu Yu's hands trembled slightly, and his eyes burned with rage: "Fight for Xueying!"

Xiao Wu stood to the side, covering her mouth, her eyes filled with shock and anger: "How dare she... Xu Feng, he..." (End of Chapter)