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

After walking about two hundred feet, the fog suddenly dissipated, and Lu Yu's vision opened up.

He stood on an oval stone platform, surrounded by four thick stone pillars, each carved with a ferocious beast, its head glaring with wide-open eyes and bared fangs, as if ready to devour someone.

In the center of the platform, a tall man stood with his arms crossed, his muscles clearly visible beneath his tight black clothes.

His eyes were cold and provocative, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a disdainful smile.

"It came pretty quickly."

The man spoke, his voice deep yet penetrating, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Make your move."

Lu Yu didn't say much. His soul power surged instantly, and he clenched his right fist. A faint cracking sound could be heard in the air.

He directly unleashed the "Eight Extremes Collapse".
This move is his trump card, honed over many years; its explosive power of sixty-four times is enough to crush the defense of any opponent of the same level.

The force of the punches was so strong that it tore through the air on the platform, producing a sharp, piercing sound.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man with his arms crossed, but he did not back down. He quickly crossed his arms in front of his chest, and his soul power condensed into a thick light screen.

"boom!"

The force of the punch collided with the light screen, unleashing a deafening roar.

The light barrier shattered instantly, fragments scattered everywhere, and the man's body, which had been holding his chest, disintegrated abruptly under the blow, turning into countless tiny specks of light.

These points of light did not dissipate, but instead flowed towards Lu Yu like water, penetrating his body.

Lu Yu felt a warm current flowing through his limbs and bones, and his soul power was faintly enhanced.

He was slightly taken aback, then a burning desire ignited in his eyes: "Killing an opponent allows you to absorb soul power? This trial... is quite interesting."

After the man with his arms crossed disappeared, the platform slowly trembled, and a crack appeared in the ground, revealing a new passage leading to a deeper area.

Lu Yu looked up and saw a platform in the distance, with a blurry figure vaguely visible in the distance.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and continued forward.

The oppressive feeling in the passage seemed to intensify; with each step, the ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly. His muscles tensed, and sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the ground with soft "plop" sounds.

sound.

When he stepped onto the second platform, the sense of oppression reached its peak, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing on his back, forcing him to bend over slightly.

He looked up and his gaze fell on a burly middle-aged man dressed in gray clothes.

The man was tall and imposing, with a cold and stern face and eyes as sharp as knives, possessing a profound insight that seemed to see through everything.

Lu Yu felt a chill run down his spine. This man's aura far surpassed that of the man with his arms crossed earlier. Just by standing there, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Without hesitation, Lu Yu gathered his soul power once more and unleashed a powerful punch with his right fist, unleashing the "Eight Extremes Collapse" technique.

Its power poured out like a flood.

The force of the punch, sixty-four times stronger than normal, tore through the air and hurtled towards the middle-aged man with destructive momentum.

However, unexpectedly, the middle-aged man was not defeated as before. Instead, he raised his palm, and a dark golden light emanated from his palm, easily blocking the attack.

The force of the fist seemed to be swallowed up by an invisible force the moment it came into contact with the light, disappearing without a trace.

Lu Yu's pupils contracted sharply, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

The middle-aged man gave a cold laugh, his voice deep and authoritative: "There are no such restrictions here. If you fight with this kind of power, you will have to pay the price."

Lu Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood the middle-aged man's words—the trial world had actually detected the "Eight Extremes Collapse."

This is abnormal! The skill's multiplier is equivalent to him forcibly increasing his power outside the rules, and now, this kind of "cheating"...

Once exposed, the skill's bonus effect is completely negated.

He tried to activate the "Eight Extremes Collapse" again.
However, he found that the circulation of his soul power had become extremely sluggish. Although the power of his fist was still fierce, it was far less than sixty-four times the power of before.

Lu Yu gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead, realizing that he had to rely on his true strength to face the upcoming battle.

He took a deep breath, assumed the starting stance of Jeet Kune Do, and fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man.

The battle then commenced.

Lu Yu moved with lightning speed, his Jeet Kune Do techniques flowing seamlessly, including the "back punch."

Swift as thunder, "Tongquan"

A balance of strength and gentleness, the power of a single inch.

Short and sharp, each strike aimed precisely at the middle-aged man's vital points.

However, without the "Eight Extremes Collapse"

With the blessing of the middle-aged man, his attack power was greatly reduced, but the middle-aged man's strength far exceeded expectations, with every punch and palm strike carrying overwhelming power.

Lu Yu felt a tingling sensation in his arm, as if his muscles were being torn apart, and his body kept retreating under the opponent's attack.

He gritted his teeth, sweat blurring his vision, and his soul power was being consumed more intensely than ever before.

With each punch, he could feel his soul power flowing away like water, but the middle-aged man's offensive did not weaken in the slightest.

Lu Yu knew that if he continued to delay, he would only fall into an even greater crisis.

He took a sudden step forward, gathering his soul power in his fists, and unleashed a series of "back punches."

"Tongquan"

"Inch power"

Their combined attacks unleashed a barrage of punches like a torrential downpour.

A hint of approval flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but he remained calm and composed.

His figure gradually became illusory under Lu Yu's onslaught, as if it might disappear at any moment.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Lu Yu pushed his soul power to its limit and unleashed a powerful punch. The force of his punch tore through the air, carrying his last bit of power as he slammed into the middle-aged man.

With a muffled thud, the middle-aged man's figure finally disintegrated, turning into countless points of light that surged into Lu Yu's body.

Lu Yu staggered back a few steps, his chest heaving violently, his clothes already soaked with sweat.

He could feel his soul power slowly recovering within his body, and the previous extreme consumption was somewhat relieved.

He looked down at his hands; his arms were covered with fine bloodstains, and his muscles were still trembling slightly.

He gave a bitter laugh and muttered, "This trial... is really deadly."

He wanted to continue, but his physical exhaustion forced him to rest on the spot.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and tried to recover some strength.

The surrounding fog remained thick, and a faint fishy smell permeated the air, as if foreshadowing an even greater crisis.

Just as he closed his eyes to meditate, a figure flashed out of the mist like a ghost, moving so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible.

Lu Yu abruptly opened his eyes, his soul power instinctively surging throughout his body. But before he could even get up, the figure had already turned back, rushing towards him with a sharp killing intent. Lu Yu's pupils contracted sharply as he recognized the newcomer's face—the dark-skinned soul master! This nemesis from the Southeast Region, whose strength was equal to his own, now wore a ferocious smile, his eyes revealing blazing killing intent.

"You will definitely die today!"

The dark-skinned Soul Master's voice seemed to come from hell, carrying undisguised malice.

His soul power erupted, transforming into a black light that aimed straight for Lu Yu's chest.

Lu Yu, struggling with his exhausted body, rolled over to dodge, but the black light struck the ground, blasting a deep crater.

He gritted his teeth, a surge of resentment and anger welling up inside him.

A faint smell of rust permeated the air of Lieshan Trial City, as if even the wind carried a hint of grimness.

Lu Yu stood in a corner of the training ground, his clothes still bearing traces of blood from the previous battle, and his torn cuffs swaying slightly in the breeze.

His face was pale, his breathing was unsteady, and his chest ached faintly, each breath feeling like it was tearing at his wounds.

The dark-skinned Soul Master stood opposite him, his figure burly, his skin as black as ink, his eyes revealing a ferocious smile, and his soul power surged like a tidal wave, making it almost impossible for Lu Yu to breathe.

The dark-skinned Soul Master's Soul Rings slowly rose, the five black and one red configuration standing out starkly in the dim light of the trial ground.

He let out a low roar, and his soul power condensed into black light blades, whistling as they slashed towards Lu Yu.

Lu Yu gritted his teeth, his body retreating repeatedly, his steps faltering. He could only barely block a few attacks with his long sword, while more blades of light grazed his body, leaving cracks of varying depths on the ground.

Several more bloody marks appeared on his arm, and warm blood dripped from his fingertips, staining the yellow sand beneath his feet red.

The situation is terrible.

Lu Yu cursed inwardly. His previous injuries had made him slow down and his soul power was exhausted. Every dodge felt like he was overdrawing his life force.

He tried to gather his soul power and activate the healing spell. A faint green light appeared in his palm, but as soon as the light appeared, the cold voice of the artificial intelligence rang in his mind: "Warning, the healing spell is restricted by the current world rules and is completely ineffective."

This sudden notification made Lu Yu's heart sink, and his face grew even more grim.

He looked up, and the dark-skinned Soul Master's attack came again, carrying undisguised killing intent.

"Kid, accept your fate!"

The dark-skinned Soul Master grinned maliciously, condensing his soul power into a huge black fist shadow, which crashed down on Lu Yu.

Before the fist even arrived, the ground was already cracked and dust flew everywhere.

Lu Yu's pupils contracted sharply. In desperation, he gritted his teeth and silently chanted in his mind, "Artificial intelligence, exchange for the appropriate potion, immediately!"

The AI's voice responded quickly: "Medium-sized Soul Power Potion detected. It can restore 60% of your Soul Power. Redemption requires all your Luck Points. Confirm?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Yu said in a deep voice, "Confirmed!"

The next moment, a potion emitting a faint blue light appeared in his hand; the bottle was cool to the touch and felt real.

Lu Yu tilted his head back and drank it down in one gulp. The medicine melted instantly in his mouth, and a warm current rose from his dantian, quickly flowing through his limbs and bones.

His soul power surged wildly like withered trees coming back to life, the excruciating pain in his chest gradually subsided, and some color returned to his pale face.

The dark-skinned Soul Master sensed the change in Lu Yu's aura, his eyes narrowed, and he roared, "What have you done?!"

Lu Yu did not answer, but a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He slowly raised his right hand, his soul power gathering in his palm, faintly radiating a destructive aura.

That was the "Eight Extremes Collapse".

Its power is as heavy as a mountain and as sharp as a knife.

He took a step forward, his figure as fast as lightning, and slammed his palm towards the dark-skinned soul master.

The air seemed to be torn apart by this palm strike, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The dark-skinned Soul Master was shocked and hurriedly activated his soul power to resist, but Lu Yu's palm force was like Mount Tai pressing down, slamming hard into his chest.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the dark-skinned Soul Master was sent flying backward, his internal organs seemingly shattered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He fell to the ground, struggling to get up, his eyes filled with shock and resentment: "You... how could you still have this kind of power?!"

Lu Yu slowly approached, his eyes cold as ice, and said in a low voice, "You need to pay the price for what you have done."

His voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were pronouncing a death sentence.

The ensuing battle was a complete rout.

Lu Yu's every strike was precise and ruthless. The power of the Eight Extremes Collapse poured down like a storm, rendering the dark-skinned soul master's defenses useless under such an offensive.

His spirit rings gradually dimmed, and he sustained more and more wounds, staining the ground with blood.

The dark-skinned Soul Master lay on the ground, his breath weak, yet he still roared defiantly, "You dare kill me?! My family will not let you get away with this! The entire Lieshan Trial City will be buried with you!"

This threat completely ignited the anger in Lu Yu's heart.

He stopped, slowly squatted down, stared at the dark-skinned Soul Master's face, which was twisted with fear, and said coldly, "I hate it when people threaten me the most."

Before he finished speaking, he clenched his right fist, his soul power surging into it, and a faint golden light appeared on his fist.

The dark-skinned Soul Master's pupils constricted sharply, as if he sensed impending death. He struggled to speak, but it was too late.

Lu Yu threw a punch, which struck the black-skinned Soul Master squarely on the head.

With a muffled bang, the dark-skinned Soul Master's body trembled violently, his skin quickly lost its color, his eyes became empty, and he fell completely silent.

Lu Yu stood up, took a deep breath, and glanced at the corpse of the black-skinned soul master without any pity.

He turned to look at the trial platform in the distance. The platform was filled with flowing light and faintly exuded a chilling pressure.

He shook his head and muttered, "In my current state, forcing a challenge will only lead to my destruction."

After saying that, he didn't linger. With a flash, he disappeared from the training ground, enveloped in a gray light.

When he returned to the entrance of the trial, Lu Yu's steps were a little heavy. Although his soul power had recovered most of its strength, the fatigue from the previous battle still lingered around him.

At the entrance, several Soul Masters were talking in hushed tones. When they saw Lu Yu appear, one of them lit up and quickly went to greet him.

The Soul Master was slender with delicate features, and his eyes held a hint of gratitude: "Brother Lu Yu! We were so grateful for your help last time that we were able to vent our anger."

"Are you alright during the assessment? Did you run into that black guy?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu was slightly taken aback, then smiled faintly and waved his hand, saying, "I encountered a bit of trouble, but it's all resolved."

He didn't mention killing the dark-skinned Soul Master, but instead asked casually, "By the way, how many levels are there in the Lieshan Trial City's assessment? How difficult are they?"

His tone was casual, but it subtly probed, trying to extract more information from the other party.

Before the gaunt Soul Master could speak, a young man in a gray robe walked over from the left and said, "The Lieshan Trial City has seven levels in total, and the strength of the guardian of each level is far superior to that of the previous level."

Especially the seventh level; it's said that the guardian's strength has reached the level of a god, at least a Title Douluo, and possibly even a Limit Douluo. (End of Chapter)