Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 794 The Battle for the Strongest Soul Douluo?

The martial arts tournament for choosing a husband has entered the round-robin stage, with upsets being extremely rare. Each round lasts five days, and the first round has concluded smoothly.

The ranking order of each group is already clear. The contestants who lost the first match are naturally at the bottom, while the contestants who won the first match are firmly in the top positions. The gap in points has already quietly widened in the early stages.

On the high platform in the center of the stadium, commentator Aifei held a microphone, her clear and pleasant voice amplified and resonated throughout the venue, providing a warm and comfortable auditory experience.

"Dear viewers, the next match will be the highlight of the second group, between Nan Fusheng, the governor of Tianhai City, and Ao Wuchang from the Spirit Pagoda."

She paused briefly, her gaze sweeping over the cheering audience below, and continued, "In the previous round, both players won, each holding one win point."

"Therefore, the outcome of today's match is crucial - the winner will stand out again, not only consolidating their own ranking, but also directly suppressing a strong competitor, laying a solid foundation for subsequent advancement."

After a slight pause, Aifei's tone became more impassioned: "At the same time, today's competition is also regarded by many as the battle for the 'strongest Soul Douluo' in this martial arts tournament. Both Nan Fusheng and Ao Wuchang have had the impressive record of defeating Title Douluos."

"Among the participants in this tournament, they may not be the most skilled, but they have attracted much attention with their unique fighting styles!"

Just as Aifei was giving her commentary, Ao Wuchang, who was standing on one side of the ring, had already made a move—he extended his right thumb towards Nan Fusheng, and then slowly turned his thumb upside down, pointing it towards the ground.

This action is simple and direct, but the provocative meaning it contains is self-evident.

"Oh--"

Aifei's voice suddenly rose, tinged with just the right amount of surprise, "The match hasn't even started yet, and Ao Wuchang has already provoked Nan Fusheng. Could it be that the two of them have a grudge from the start, and this duel is destined to be full of gunpowder from the very beginning?"

As she spoke, several cameras in the venue immediately focused on Ao Wuchang's actions, magnifying the scene on the big screen to ensure that every audience member could clearly capture this impactful moment.

"Oh!!!"

The audience erupted in thunderous cheers and chatter, completely igniting the already enthusiastic atmosphere.

People whispered amongst themselves, their eyes darting back and forth between the two on the stage, their gossip instincts instantly piqued—judging from Ao Wuchang's undisguised attitude, he clearly had a grudge against Nan Fusheng, otherwise he would never have made such a provocative move on such an important occasion.

Considering Aifei's previous mention of the "strongest Soul Douluo" competition, and the two's glorious record of defeating Title Douluos, this duel, which has not yet begun, is already full of tension.

"Huh? Is that the kind of person he is?"

Seeing Ao Wuchang's provocative actions, Nan Fusheng couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt in his eyes. After all, he had met Ao Wuchang once before when he registered for this martial arts contest to find a husband.

At that time, Ao Wuchang called himself Fors's subordinate and treated him with great respect. He not only greeted him but also patiently explained the rules and procedures of the conference to him. His words were full of politeness, which was completely different from his arrogant and domineering appearance on the stage now.

How come his attitude has changed so drastically since we've only reached the round-robin stage? It's like he's become a completely different person.
Ao Wuchang raised his chin, his nostrils slightly upturned, his face displaying undisguised arrogance.

“You’re unlucky to have met me. You did have some skill in defeating Akashiyama Akira, but you have no chance against me. Today, I will make you crawl off this stage.”

As he spoke, the disdain and hostility in his eyes were almost palpable. Even through the cameras at the stadium, those sitting in the stands could clearly see the undisguised malice in his eyes.

This blatant provocation reignited the atmosphere in the audience, with many whispering amongst themselves, speculating about the nature of the conflict between the two.

"If you can do it, then give it a try." Nan Fusheng replied calmly. Although he didn't know what had gotten into Ao Wuchang, since the other party had already taken the initiative to provoke him, he naturally wouldn't show any fear.

The referee had finished the final countdown and, seeing that both sides were ready, immediately announced loudly: "The match begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ao Wuchang immediately released his martial spirit and battle armor. In an instant, streaks of light shone from his body.

The way its battle armor manifests is quite peculiar—the light starts from the collarbones near the neck on both sides, spreads horizontally, extends all the way to the arms, and then hangs down along the arms. The light extends outward from the hip bones, and extends downward along the leg lines.

From a distance, it looked as if two huge "door" characters were branded on his body, neat and eye-catching.

Once the battle armor was fully revealed, its design was truly astonishing. The entire battle armor presented an extremely flat shape, completely different from the body-hugging, three-dimensional battle armor of most Soul Masters.

This flat-shaped battle armor gives people a very peculiar feeling. Each piece of the armor seems to have a halo spreading and swirling, creating a sense of being both visible and invisible.

The wings on his back were a pair of mechanical folding wings, even equipped with jet nozzles similar to those of a soul tool. A burst of soul power propelled him backward. At the same time, nine soul rings rose from beneath his feet, slowly pulsating around his body.

Seven black and two red, a titled Douluo!
"Wow—"

The stands erupted in a deafening roar, with shouts and murmurs surging in like a tidal wave, almost lifting the roof off the stadium.

Title Douluo! Ao Wuchang has actually reached the Title Douluo realm and possesses such a powerful soul ring configuration!
"Oh my god!" Aifei, who was behind the commentary desk, gasped in surprise, her fingers tightening slightly as she gripped the microphone. Her voice was filled with barely suppressed astonishment: "Ao Wuchang... he actually broke through!"

In the previous round-robin tournament, Ao Wuchang consistently competed as an eight-ring Soul Douluo, a fact that was evident to all the audience.

At this moment, with nine rings on his body, there is only one answer—he completed a breakthrough during the competition and quietly advanced to the title of Title Douluo.

"oh--!"

The uproar in the stands grew louder and louder, and while everyone was shocked, their anticipation for the match became even more intense.

Although Ao Wuchang's breakthrough changed this contest from the original "battle of the strongest Soul Douluo" to a mere clash of titled Douluo, witnessing such a battle firsthand was still worth the price of admission.

More importantly, if Nan Fusheng can defeat the newly promoted Title Douluo Ao Wuchang at this moment, then his title of "Strongest Soul Douluo" will undoubtedly become the undisputed conclusion of the entire tournament.

Ao Wuchang's first, second, and third soul rings lit up simultaneously. With a flickering eerie light, three pitch-black gates suddenly appeared where he had been standing. From within the gates, a low roar could be faintly heard, as if a ferocious beast was about to break through. The next instant, three giant, jet-black wolves leaped out of the gates, landing with a dull thud.

These three demonic wolves were all over six meters long and nearly three meters tall at the shoulder. Their muscles were bulging, and their glossy black fur seemed to contain explosive power that could be unleashed at any moment—they were the ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts: demonic wolves!

After they appeared, they did not rush to attack. Instead, they quickly darted to both sides, forming a triangular formation to surround Nan Fusheng in the center. Threatening growls emanated from their throats, and their scarlet wolf eyes were fixed on their target.

Summoning the demonic wolf was just the prelude; Ao Wuchang's actions didn't pause at all. While keeping a wary eye on Nan Fusheng to prevent him from launching a surprise attack, he was also fully activating the eighth and ninth soul rings on his back.

The two red soul rings, representing the level of 100,000 years, suddenly burst forth with dazzling light. With a rumbling sound, two enormous light gates, several times wider than before, appeared out of thin air. The gates slowly opened, releasing a heart-palpitating aura.

"Chirp—!"

From the first portal of light, a streak of azure light shot into the sky, instantly illuminating half the sky.

It was a large bird with a deep blue-green body, its wings burning with dazzling blue flames, and its three tail feathers held high like jewel-studded tassels, dazzling and beautiful.

Despite its slender build, its spirit is exactly like that of the legendary phoenix—it is a 100,000-year-old soul beast: the Jade Phoenix, a subspecies of the phoenix, a super soul beast whose bloodline is infinitely close to that of the true phoenix!
"Roar--!"

Almost at the same time that the Azure Jade Phoenix appeared, a deafening roar came from the second gate of light. Immediately afterwards, a huge figure with a ghostly face and fangs, covered in golden mane, slowly walked out.

Its body resembled both a lion and a mastiff, standing nearly five meters tall. Its golden fur gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight, and its large, bell-like eyes were filled with ferocious rage—it was none other than a 100,000-year-old soul beast: the Golden-haired Lion Mastiff, a genuine super soul beast!

"It's not over yet!"

A deep incantation rang out from Ao Wuchang's mouth. His body descended from the sky, his feet landing firmly on the ground, his eyes flashing, and his seventh soul ring lighting up simultaneously. The incantation grew clearer, like a murmur or a strange resonance, rippling through the air.

As the incantation spread, streaks of dark golden light emanated from beneath his feet, rapidly converging into a complex magic circle with a diameter exceeding ten meters. The flowing runes exuded an ancient and mysterious aura.

"Ouch——!"

Less than three seconds later, the three summoned demon wolves suddenly let out a mournful howl at the same time.

The wolf's howl was like a spark igniting gasoline, instantly exploding the magic array beneath their feet. The runes on the array suddenly changed, and a deep, majestic roar filled with endless ferocity emanated from within, causing the entire arena to tremble slightly.

Centered on the magic circle, a giant wolf head with a diameter of over five meters slowly rose up, its jet-black fur like a curtain of night.

Immediately afterwards, three beams of black light shot out from the three-headed demonic wolf's body and instantly merged into the magic array. Accompanied by a thunderous roar that resounded through the sky, a giant wolf with a body length of over thirty meters broke out of the array.

Its entire body was jet black, and every hair shone with a crystal-like luster. Its massive body was slightly lowered, and as soon as it appeared, it released an overwhelming and powerful aura—it was the 100,000-year-old soul beast: Wolf King!
Three 100,000-year-old soul beasts gathered on the arena, their ferocious power bursting out as if it were tangible. Even through the thick soul guide shield, the people in the audience still felt a chill run down their spines, as if they were being targeted by top predators.

"Hoo hoo... I succeeded." Ao Wuchang's face was somewhat pale due to the severe consumption of his soul power, but a smug smile still appeared on his lips.

His martial soul, "Summoning Gate," is an extremely unique existence. Although he possessed level eight innate soul power upon awakening, it was once considered a useless martial soul—after all, what combat power could a "gate" possibly have?

Fortunately, his family, with their extensive knowledge of Soul Masters, firmly believed in the direct correlation between innate Soul Power and Martial Soul Strength, and always fully supported his cultivation. Later, after being discovered by the Spirit Pagoda and joining this massive organization, he gradually figured out the true use of his Martial Soul.

The Summoning Gate is essentially a way to summon the martial soul of a corresponding soul beast through soul rings.

In theory, pure spirit rings can make summoned spirit beasts stronger; at their peak, nine spirit rings can summon nine spirit beasts to fight alongside them. However, spirit beasts are now on the verge of extinction, and can only rely on spirit spirits, so cultivation methods have been adjusted accordingly.

Ao Wuchang has a total of three souls:
The first ten-thousand-year-old spirit: a demonic wolf. It occupied his first three spirit ring positions.

The second ten-thousand-year-old spirit: the artificial spirit: Gate. It occupies four spirit ring slots.

The third 100,000-spirit: Azure Jade Phoenix. It was bestowed upon him by Lord Fors and occupied his last two spirit ring slots.

Despite the limited number of spirits, the characteristics of the Summoning Gate remain unaffected. The strength of the summoned spirit beast is entirely determined by the number and age of its spirit rings—if one has nine ten-thousand-year spirit rings, one can summon nine ten-thousand-year spirit beasts.

If one had nine 100,000-year soul rings, one would have nine 100,000-year soul beasts, but this was ultimately just an ideal state.

Due to the appearance of the Battle Armor and the special nature of the Martial Soul, Ao Wuchang's strength before the seventh ring was even three points weaker than that of other Soul Masters of the same level.

Only after breaking through to the seventh ring can he open a tiny dimensional portal through "same-position resonance" to summon similar soul beasts to assist in battle.

This 100,000-year-old wolf king was summoned by using the energy of the three demonic wolves and then by activating a magic array with his martial soul true form.

As for the Golden Lion Mastiff? This was a completely unexpected surprise—he had thought the second door would summon another Jade Phoenix, but instead, he encountered such a powerful helper.

"Three 100,000-soul beasts, that's my current limit."

Feeling his depleted soul power, Ao Wuchang made a judgment. Although he could still summon soul beasts through the artificial ten-thousand-year soul spirit "gate," his soul power and mental strength did not support him doing so; otherwise, he would have made the scene even more spectacular.

"superior."

Ao Wuchang landed on the Wolf King and issued commands to the three 100,000-strong soul beasts.

"Roar--"

In an instant, the three 100,000-strong soul beasts simultaneously approached Nan Fusheng.

(End of this chapter)