Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 782 Bai Xiuxiu and Lan Fuzi
As the schedule was announced, Nan Fusheng walked out of the Mingdu Gymnasium. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and his shoulders slumped as he instinctively took a half-step to the side.

"Humph!"

A cold snort, carrying a chilling aura, came from behind. Although he avoided a direct collision, a hand still gripped his shoulder precisely. That hand seemed to contain some strange suction force, pulling him back with an irresistible force.

Nan Fusheng steadied himself and, without turning around, was able to discern the identity of the newcomer simply by recognizing the familiar aura and the unique spiritual fluctuations of the Spirit Realm.

"Is something the matter?" He turned around, his tone carrying a hint of undisguised helplessness.

Lan Fuzi looked at him coldly, "You should be glad you're not in my group, otherwise I would have beaten you so badly your own mother wouldn't recognize you."

Nan Fusheng's face suddenly darkened, as if covered with a layer of frost. He slapped the other's hand away with such force that Lan Fuzi staggered back half a step, and said in a deep voice, "If you're just here to threaten me, you can get lost."

“But I’m warning you—” He took a step closer, and the air around him seemed to freeze. “Threatening me is fine, but if you dare to bring up my mother again, I’ll make you taste what it’s like to be beaten so badly that even your own mother wouldn’t recognize you.”

Although in his heart, his mother named "Lan Yuxi" had long become a vague symbol, barely evoking any emotional ripples, in the eyes of outsiders, he was always a model of filial piety.

Lan Fuzi was taken aback. Her spiritual cultivation had reached the Spirit Realm, and she could clearly sense the sudden surge of malevolence in Nan Fusheng's voice—a genuine emotion mixed with anger and vigilance, not feigned.

But being born stubborn, she refused to back down. She immediately curled her lip, her tone full of disdain: "You weakling? You dare to say such things?"

Her gaze swept over Nan Fusheng, trying to find a flaw beneath his calm exterior. During the elimination rounds, Nan Fusheng had never revealed his martial spirit, instantly defeating his opponents with just mental attacks. This bizarre method remained completely unfathomable to her.

Soul Saint? Or Soul Douluo?

Lan Fuzi cursed inwardly, blaming her opponents for being so weak, unable even to force him to reveal his true strength. But she was certain that Nan Fusheng had not reached the level of a Title Douluo.

And what about her? As a ferocious beast-level Deep Sea Demon Whale King, her strength is comparable to that of a human Super Douluo.

A weakling like Nan Fusheng dares to say he'll beat her so badly her own mother wouldn't recognize her; he's utterly ignorant of his own limitations.

"All talk and no action is useless. Do you dare to find a place to fight?" Lan Fuzi raised his chin, his provocation obvious.

"Not interested." Nan Fusheng said these three words and turned to leave. Xiao Yan and the others were still waiting outside the building; he didn't have time to linger.

"You!" Lan Fuzi was furious. He moved swiftly to block him, his soul power surging, and faint blue ripples appeared around him. "You think that what happened that day is over?"

Nan Fusheng frowned slightly, turned his head to look at her as if she were an unreasonable child: "Isn't what happened that day already over? You thanked me, and I accepted it. If you want to repay me, there's no need."

"You fart!"

These three words were like igniting a powder keg. Lan Fuzi's cheeks instantly turned bright red, and the humiliating scene from that day surged into her mind like a tidal wave.

He dragged her by the ankle and rubbed her feet on the ground, elbowed her until her blood was churning, and even slapped her. In the end, she was forced to say "thank you" out of desperation.

In such a life-threatening situation, if Nan Fusheng hadn't genuinely saved her, Lan Fuzi would definitely have wanted to kill him to silence him.

Nan Fusheng frowned and said, "Why do you keep using foul language? I saved you, and instead of being grateful, you keep coming to cause me trouble. Didn't your parents teach you how to treat others? Or are you an orphan with no parents?"

These few words, however, were like a poisoned blade, piercing precisely the most vulnerable spot in Lan Fuzi's heart.

"You're the one without parents to discipline you! You're the orphan!" Lan Fuzi was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Memories she didn't want to recall flooded back like a tide, and anger instantly overwhelmed her reason.

She suddenly raised her hand, unleashing a palm strike imbued with surging soul power, aimed directly at Nan Fusheng's chest. The surrounding air currents thickened like syrup the instant she raised her hand, as if transforming into an invisible swamp.

Nan Fusheng remained standing still, without using any defensive measures, simply watching the palm wind approach.

In an instant, he felt the scene around him change drastically, as if he had fallen into a bottomless sea, his limbs and bones were imprisoned by invisible water pressure, and his body was momentarily frozen.

What's even more unsettling is that when Lan Fuzi struck out with his palm, it seemed as if he had erected an invisible barrier around himself, isolating him from everything outside.

The surroundings turned into a vacuum, where one could neither breathe nor sense any energy molecules other than water. Only the air currents carrying terrifying power rushed towards the chest like a surging undercurrent.

This palm strike was full of hidden secrets and was by no means an ordinary attack. If the surrounding air currents were a forward-rotating vortex, then the power contained in the palm strike was a reverse-rotating undercurrent. The two forces tore and squeezed each other, threatening to crush him into dust.

Seeing Nan Fusheng standing there dumbfounded, neither retaliating nor dodging, as if he were stunned, Lan Fuzi hesitated for a moment, and subconsciously reduced the force in his palm.

"This guy is not only weak, but he doesn't even know how to protect himself." Although she was angry and wanted to teach Nan Fusheng a lesson, she never thought of seriously injuring him—after all, this guy had genuinely helped her.

"That's enough, just teach him a lesson."

The thought flashed through her mind, and Lan Fuzi's hand, which was originally aimed at his chest, suddenly changed direction, turning to slap his cheek instead. She had never forgotten the slap that Nan Fusheng had thrown back at her in the Ten Thousand Beasts Platform.

"Certainly!"

Just then, a clear, delicate shout pierced the air, and a dazzling starlight fell from the sky, landing precisely on Lan Fuzi. The starlight seemed to carry the power to imprison heaven and earth, instantly freezing her in place.

"Humph!"

Another clear, cold snort rang out, followed by a bone-chilling cold that spread like a tide, instantly freezing the water element controlled by Lan Fuzi.

Bai Xiuxiu's figure quietly appeared beside Nan Fusheng. Her delicate little fist was filled with cold air enough to freeze everything, and she slammed it towards Lan Fuzi without hesitation.

In that instant, Lan Fuzi broke free from the shackles of starlight. Seeing Bai Xiuxiu's fist, imbued with extreme cold, coming towards her, she felt a sudden chill and dared not be careless in the slightest. She quickly circulated all her soul power and struck out with her own palm. The two completely different forces collided instantly—extreme ice that could freeze everything met the ever-changing deep-sea vortex.

"boom!"

A deafening roar echoed through the sky. Bai Xiuxiu's body swayed slightly from the force of the vortex, while Lan Fuzi staggered back two steps.

The unrestrained energy spread outwards from the point of collision between the two, like fireworks bursting in the sky.

It should be noted that they were currently standing at the entrance of the Mingdu Grand Gymnasium, surrounded by many contestants who had just left the venue.

The quick-reacting players dodged and retreated instantly, while those who reacted slower were caught in the crossfire.

Spiral energy spread outwards, carrying a chill powerful enough to freeze everything. Several slow-moving contestants felt a bone-chilling cold instantly invade their bodies, and the next second they were frozen into lifelike ice sculptures.

Even though Bai Xiuxiu and Lan Fuzi deliberately reversed the direction of their forces at the moment of collision, causing most of the energy to rise into the air, the aftershocks still caused considerable chaos.

In an instant, exclamations erupted at the entrance of the stadium, and the previously orderly flow of people turned into chaos.

Lan Fuzi took a deep breath, and her soul power surged through her body like a rushing river through her meridians. The bone-chilling cold air emanating from Bai Xiuxiu's fist was forcibly expelled from her body, turning into wisps of white mist and dissipating into the air.

She looked up at the blue-haired, blue-eyed figure opposite her, and for some reason, a strong sense of hostility suddenly rose in her heart, as if the other party was her natural nemesis.

"Who are you?" Lan Fuzi's tone carried an undisguised malice, and his eyes were filled with vigilance and scrutiny.

Bai Xiuxiu did not respond immediately. She first turned to look at Nan Fusheng beside her, a hint of concern flashing in her clear blue eyes. After confirming that he was unharmed, she slowly turned her gaze back to Lan Fuzi.

The moment their eyes met, Bai Xiuxiu felt a strange sense of disgust rising within her, as if Lan Fuzi possessed some kind of aura that she found extremely repulsive.

She parted her red lips slightly, her voice as cold as ice: "Bai Xiuxiu is also the one who will beat you until you can't take care of yourself."

"Beat him until he can't take care of himself?" Lan Fuzi seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, her anger intensifying. "Do you even have the ability to do that?"

Enraged by Bai Xiuxiu's blatant provocation, Lan Fuzi temporarily forgot about Nan Fusheng, her eyes only fixed on this woman she found increasingly unpleasant.

Bai Xiuxiu raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of disdain: "Whether you have the ability or not, you'll find out when you go to the hospital in Mingdu."

"Afraid of you?" Lan Fuzi suddenly rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her fair arm, and retorted fiercely, "Let's see who ends up in Mingdu's hospital!"

"Okay." A soft, sweet voice suddenly rang out, tinged with amusement yet concealing a chill. Xu Xiaoyan, holding her star staff, slowly walked to Nan Fusheng's side, a sweet smile on her face, but her tone brooked no argument, "Then you shouldn't mind if we gang up on you, right?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Wu Siduo and Zheng Yiran also stepped forward with unfriendly expressions, standing in a row with Bai Xiuxiu and Xu Xiaoyan, subtly protecting Nan Fusheng behind them.

They were waiting for Nan Fusheng outside the Mingdu Gymnasium. They had just seen Nan Fusheng walk out of the stadium and were about to call out to him excitedly when a figure suddenly stepped forward and grabbed him.

Although they were far apart and it was impossible to hear what the two were saying, judging from the fierce and angry expression on the man's (Lan Fuzi's) face, he was definitely not saying anything nice, and might even be threatening Nan Fusheng.

Then, something even more alarming happened—the man became agitated and actually raised his hand to slap Nan Fusheng, clearly intending to hurt him!

Seeing this, Xu Xiaoyan could no longer restrain herself. She immediately summoned her Star Staff Martial Soul, and a beam of starlight fell precisely, temporarily imprisoning Lan Fuzi. This led to the scene where Bai Xiuxiu came to her aid later.

Lan Fuzi looked at the suddenly appearing group of people, especially the aura emanating from them, and couldn't help but feel a chill. She could sense that these girls were all quite strong, especially Bai Xiuxiu, who had made the first move; her aura was faintly comparable to her own.

"Outnumbering the weak?" Lan Fuzi sneered, showing no fear on his face, but instead his competitive spirit was aroused even more. "Even if you all come at me together, I won't be afraid!"

"Alright, then we'll accept it without hesitation." Xu Xiaoyan's smile grew even brighter, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes. She wasn't afraid of making a big scene, since they were in the right no matter what.

Seeing that the other side had a large number of people and was about to make a move to seize the initiative, Lan Fuzi suddenly heard an old and steady voice from behind him. Immediately afterwards, a figure fell from the sky like a falling stone and landed steadily among the group.

"Stop!" the old man shouted in a deep voice, and his nine spirit rings suddenly lit up, purple, purple, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, the aura of a titled Douluo level spread out like an invisible barrier.

"On the streets of Mingdu, private combat is strictly prohibited! If you have personal grudges, find a quiet place to settle them. Do not make a scene here!" The old man was dressed in the uniform of the Spirit Transmission Tower. His face was solemn, and he stretched out his hands to the two opposing sides. His eyes were full of vigilance.

The soul power fluctuations emanating from these young people were no weaker than his. If this place weren't the entrance to the Mingdu Grand Gymnasium, which was the core area of ​​the martial arts tournament for marriage organized by the Spirit Pagoda, he really wouldn't want to get involved in this mess.

However, for the sake of the Spirit Pagoda's reputation, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, trying to intimidate the young people with the Spirit Pagoda's power.

"She started it!"

Xu Xiaoyan spoke first, her tone hurried yet clear. Pointing to Lan Fuzi, she recounted the details of the conflict, from Lan Fuzi's provocation and verbal insults to her final attack on Nan Fusheng, describing each and every single incident clearly.

"If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance footage." Xu Xiaoyan looked up, her tone firm. "The entrance to the Mingdu Gymnasium is such an important place, the surveillance equipment must be complete. Besides, Fors, one of the four great spirit messengers, is a close friend of mine, and he would never lie here."

She emphasized her last sentence, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes.

Upon hearing the name "Fors," the old man's heart swayed instantly.

The four Spirit Transmission Envoys hold a prestigious position within the Spirit Transmission Tower, and "that person" is regarded as the apple of Qingfeng Councilor's eye, someone that an ordinary Title Douluo like him could not possibly offend.

He immediately turned his head, his gaze turning stern, and looked at Lan Fuzi, coldly questioning, "Is what this young lady said just now true? Did you really start the fight?"

(End of this chapter)