Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 784 Qingque, your ability is too useful.

"Judging from the comparison of the strength of the two sides, Akayama Akira currently has the upper hand, but Nan Fusheng's martial spirit and information have always been a mystery, which makes the outcome of the match full of unknowns. He is not without the possibility of turning the tide and achieving a comeback."

"Now, let's give a warm round of applause to our two formidable contestants as they make their glorious entrance!"

The commentator, named Effie, was clearly a master at setting the mood. Her words instantly ignited the audience's emotions. Thunderous applause and deafening cheers echoed throughout the stadium, lingering for a long time.

Nan Fusheng stood calmly on the ring. His opponent was an unusually tall middle-aged man.

The man was bare-armed, his bronze skin glowing with a healthy and powerful sheen under the light, every muscle seemingly brimming with explosive energy.

His arms were as thick as an average person's thighs, and his fiery red short hair stood up like sharp steel needles. Just by standing there, he exuded a powerful aura that commanded respect without anger.

Chishan Ming, Martial Soul: Fire Element Control, It is said that his birth caused the delivery room to catch fire. He was born with full soul power, is thirty-seven years old this year, and is a level ninety-one titled Douluo.

He combined his fire element control martial soul cultivation with soul skills, forging a path of violent attacks, earning the title of Overlord Fire, the Overlord Fire Douluo Chishan Ming.

In many past battles, Akira Akayama has often displayed a fighting power far exceeding that of his peers, and is known for his invincible attacks.

At the same time, he is also a prospective War God of the War God Temple, and one of only two Title Douluo in the second group. He is widely regarded as one of the top powerhouses with the best chance of advancing from the second group.

In the second group of contestants, besides Nan Fusheng, there were two Title Douluo, one Soul Douluo, and the remaining six were Soul Saints.

It is worth mentioning that in this martial arts tournament to find a husband, only eleven Soul Saints were able to successfully advance to the round-robin stage, and the second group occupied nearly half of those spots.

For this reason, the second group, to which Nan Fusheng was located, was widely regarded as the group with the least competitive pressure in this competition.

"Three, two, one, the game begins!"

As the electronic voice announced the announcement, the surrounding protective shield instantly rose up, casting a white halo over the entire competition stage.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red! A total of eight spirit rings slowly rose from beneath Nan Fusheng's feet.

The seven black and one red spirit ring configuration drew excited shouts from the audience. On the podium, a previously calm gaze suddenly sharpened, clearly drawn to this unique spirit ring arrangement.

Although Nan Fusheng is a Soul Douluo, there have been instances in this martial arts tournament where a Soul Douluo has defeated a Title Douluo.

Just looking at his lineup, the audience immediately felt that this match was going to be a big one.

At the same time, nine spirit rings rose up beneath Chishan Ming's feet: purple, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

With a configuration of four purple and five black rings, Nan Fusheng is already behind in terms of soul rings alone.

Akira stared at his opponent, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

Encountering such a Soul Douluo in the very first match, and one with an extraordinary Soul Ring configuration at that, caused his fighting spirit to surge like a ignited flame.

In fact, Akashi Akira's primary purpose in participating in the martial arts contest was not to win the heart of a beautiful woman, but to obtain the generous prizes offered by the Spirit Pagoda; secondly, he wanted to hone his combat skills through this grand event.

There's no way around it; the path of cultivation requires resources at every turn. Increasing the lifespan of one's soul spirit requires a large amount of money, forging battle armor is even more costly, and other cultivation supplies are also a considerable expense.

Even before hearing the news that the Divine Craftsman Lu Fa was going to cooperate with the Temple of War, Akashi Akira was already very excited. The four-word battle armor was more attractive to him than any woman.

However, this excitement lasted only one night before vanishing.

Because the Vice Hall Master of the War God Temple, His Majesty the Divine Brush Douluo, announced in the hall that the cost of inviting divine craftsmen to forge battle armor was extremely high, after careful discussion, it was decided to prioritize assisting the top-ranked War Gods in forging battle armor, and the Federation could share part of the resources consumed in the process.

At the same time, since the master craftsmen themselves also need to devote themselves to cultivation and cannot always focus on forging, the Temple of War Gods will determine the order of forging slots based on the ranking of the War Gods.

After this news was announced, all the war gods in the Temple of War immediately began to rub their hands together, eager to try their skills. Akashi Akira was one of the most enthusiastic among them.

He immediately went to challenge one of the eighteen War Gods, eager to secure a forging spot.

But things didn't go as planned.

After a fierce battle, some of the lower-ranked War Gods were indeed eliminated, and even some of the higher-ranked War Gods were unexpectedly defeated. But all these changes had nothing to do with Akashi Akira.

Initially, Chishan Ming firmly believed that with his strength as a Title Douluo, challenging those War Gods ranked lower would not be difficult as long as he went all out.

But who would have thought that in that chaotic and fierce battle, he would be the first to be eliminated. It was at that moment that Akira Akira suddenly realized that there were so many "dark horses" hidden inside the Temple of War.

Those newly promoted prospective war gods were all incredibly brave and exceptionally talented. Many of his contemporaries, though less talented, also experienced a resurgence in their combat prowess, seemingly experiencing a second spring.

Where am I? Who am I? What am I supposed to do?
To be honest, when Akira Akayama saw those brave "warriors", he even felt as if he had been transported to another world.

Is this still the War God Temple he knows? When did so many powerful figures suddenly appear?!
Just then, the Spirit Pagoda announced the details of its martial arts contest to find a husband. In order to soothe his wounded heart and to obtain cultivation resources, Akashi Akira immediately signed up.

"It was definitely the right decision to participate in this tournament. As long as I can win that little game with the Divine Craftsman and then gather some resources, obtaining a four-word battle armor is definitely not a dream!"

A fierce light blazed in Akira's eyes, his aspirations for the future transforming into a surging fighting spirit. He moved swiftly, charging towards Nan Fusheng like an arrow released from a bow. In his combat experience, nothing was more important than offense.

Offense is the best defense, and the key to victory. If you look closely, you'll notice his skin has turned a pale red, and he exudes a fiery aura.

So fast!

This was the first reaction of the audience.

Akira's charge was like a newly fired soul-guided cannonball, its temperature rising and acceleration increasing from the moment it started. The closer he got to his opponent, Nan Fusheng, the redder his skin became, and the stronger his aura grew, as if it would ignite the air itself. What a terrifying sense of oppression! Could this duel be decided in a single move?

Nan Fusheng stood still, showing no sign of moving, which made the audience's hearts tighten.

Was he scared out of his wits? He's so passive, the referee probably won't even have time to help! The audience stared intently at the stage, their eyes fixed on the motionless figure, full of confusion.

A hint of surprise flashed through Akira's mind, but he did not stop his all-out charge, only secretly reducing his strength.

Based on his experience, there were only two possibilities for his opponent's composure: either he was skilled in extreme speed and was confident in avoiding his attacks, or he had a hidden trump card.

But a cold smile quickly crept onto his lips—speed? Was he already at a disadvantage in this aspect?

As the distance continued to shrink, Akira Akayama was already calculating the timing of his opponent's dodge.

Ten meters... five meters... three meters...

Why isn't he dodging? Does he really think he can escape unscathed? He's seriously underestimating me, the Overlord of Fire!
A flash of murderous intent crossed Akashiyama's eyes, and a blinding red light suddenly erupted from behind him, like the jet nozzles at the tail of a mecha, instantly spewing out dazzling streams of flame. This sudden burst of power tripled his speed, and the remaining three meters were covered in the blink of an eye.

"boom!"

Not only was Akira Akayama certain that his opponent would dodge, but the spectators on the sidelines also held the same expectation. However, despite Akira Akayama's extreme acceleration, Nan Fusheng remained standing still, without making the slightest move to dodge.

The moment the two collided, a burst of golden-red flames suddenly erupted and rose, just like a soul-guided cannonball exploding.

The impact of that violent aesthetic made every viewer feel their adrenaline surge and their heart race involuntarily.

Flames shot into the sky; it was indeed a decisive victory!
In the stands, some cheered excitedly for the decisive match, while others felt regretful about its abrupt end—they were more looking forward to a closely contested, offensive battle than such a fleeting, swift defeat.

While a quick sale may seem exciting, it lacks the exhilarating experience of a truly satisfying process.

However, as the flames gradually subsided and the scene inside the arena came into clear view, everyone's gaze froze. The sight was far too bizarre, exceeding everyone's expectations.

Nan Fusheng remained standing in the same spot, but unlike before, an object resembling an angel's halo floated above his head, emitting a faint glow.

In front of him, Akashi Akira knelt on one knee, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of bitter water with a burning smell. A clear fist mark appeared on his chest, and his skin and flesh were charred black, indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.

"What...what exactly happened?"

Not only were the audience members bewildered, but even Akira himself looked blank. He only remembered his fist landing heavily on Nan Fusheng's chest, which then triggered a violent explosion.

But the next moment, a sharp pain shot through his chest, as if he had been punched twice. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in this disheveled state.

"So this is 'World Harmony'? It's really amazing!" Nan Fusheng raised his hand and lightly touched the "Ring of Scapegoat" above his head, a smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.

Qingque, your ability is truly amazing!

Even before this conference, Nan Fusheng had already planned to break through to the Soul Douluo realm. And his choice for his eighth soul ring ultimately fell to Qingque.

After a relatively simple ceremony, he successfully formed a soul contract with Qingque, which granted him such a powerful soul skill.

Akira's attack did indeed land on Nan Fusheng and caused real damage. But the moment he activated his eighth soul skill, "World Harmony," everything changed.

The core meaning of "world harmony" lies in this: your "luck" in being able to harm Nan Fusheng must be balanced by an equal amount of "misfortune".

As a result, Akira Akira suffered the exact same injuries as Nan Fusheng.

Immediately afterwards, the "scapegoat ring" derived from "World Harmony" took effect again: You caused Nan Fusheng to get hurt, and this "luck" must be repaid with double the "misfortune".

In an instant, the injuries on Nan Fusheng's body were quietly absorbed by the "Ring of Scapegoat" and rebounded onto Chishan Ming—this is the domineering nature of fate-based abilities, unreasonable and without any flaws.

Without a specific method to counter it, "World Harmony" is practically invincible among its peers.

"The soul power consumption isn't too high; even with my Soul Douluo cultivation level, I can maintain this state for a long time. However, my 'World Harmony' seems to be slightly different from Qing Que's original ability?"

The moment the soul skill was activated, the world in Nan Fusheng's eyes underwent a dramatic change. The familiar scene of the competition seemed to be filtered through a special lens, making everything both familiar and strange.

He clearly noticed that wisps of almost transparent, barely perceptible white mist were rising from above the heads of every audience member in the stands.

As if possessing a life of its own, these mists, drawn by an invisible force, slowly converged toward him, eventually merging into the "Scapegoat Ring" above his head.

As the mist continued to pour in, the luster of the "Ring of Scapegoat" became more solid, and the flowing halo became deeper and more powerful.

"This is what they call luck? But it's not the luck of a soul beast, but the luck of a human?" Nan Fusheng suddenly realized, "It must be because I am a high-ranking official of the Federation that I have accumulated such a strong luck."

“Unlike Qingque, who is protected by the luck of a soul beast, I am protected by the luck of a human. However, because I absorbed her soul ring, I can also mobilize the luck power related to Qingque.”

A dazzling golden light suddenly flashed in Nan Fusheng's eyes, and the next moment, his vision changed drastically again.

Before them was no longer the noisy arena and the boisterous audience, but a magnificent scene of surging beasts—the boundless power of destiny gathered by countless soul beasts in the Dragon Valley Small World.

Nan Fusheng's heart stirred slightly, and an invisible thought quietly emerged.

The sea of ​​fortune, where ten thousand beasts galloped, immediately responded. A stream of pure soul beast fortune, like a summoned stream, flowed slowly out and merged into his body, following an unseen connection and overcoming spatial barriers.

(End of this chapter)