Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 796 Unless he's dead, don't even think about it...

"Number six, Nan Fusheng wins."

"..."

"oh--!"

After a brief pause, the stands erupted in a deafening roar of cheers and applause. Countless spectators rose to their feet, clapping their hands in a wave of sound that crashed against the stadium's dome, and even the air seemed to tremble in the fervor.

The crowd, which had been arguing about who would win, had now put aside their differences and focused all their attention on the tall figure in the center of the ring.

Regardless of which side one initially supported, this thrilling showdown redefined the meaning of strength in the most impactful way, earning everyone's heartfelt respect for the victor.

"Nan Fusheng! Nan Fusheng!"

The unified shouts rose and fell, pounding in everyone's ears like war drums. Some excited spectators even raised their arms and shouted, "The strongest Contra! The strongest Contra!"

The shout spread like wildfire throughout the stands.

It should be noted that Nan Fusheng's cultivation level was clearly stuck at the eighth-ring Soul Douluo level, yet he defeated Ao Wuchang, who possessed the strength of a Title Douluo, right before everyone's eyes, and even the three hundred-thousand-year-old soul beasts summoned by the opponent could not shake him in the slightest.

With such a record, the title of "Strongest Contra" is well-deserved in everyone's eyes.

Perhaps on the vast Douluo Continent, there are other Soul Douluos with extraordinary talents who can accomplish similar feats, but the audience present at this moment only believed the shock of what they had witnessed with their own eyes.

At least in their understanding, Nan Fusheng was absolutely worthy of the praise for being able to defeat several Title Douluo-level opponents in succession with the body of a Soul Douluo.

"..."

Nan Fusheng stood in the center of the arena, facing the thunderous cheers and shouts of "Strongest Soul Douluo," striving to maintain a calm expression. He nodded slightly to the surrounding audience, then turned and walked steadily toward the rest area.

Despite the cheers and shouts coming from behind him, Nan Fusheng remained clear-headed.

Those within the family know their own affairs. Ao Wuchang's final move, "Ten Thousand Beasts Calamity," seemed to unleash a world-destroying energy storm, nearly tearing apart even the protective shield of the Spirit Pagoda. However, only Nan Fusheng, who personally endured the attack, truly understood the intricacies of it.

When Ao Wuchang unleashed that move, he clearly directed the vast majority of his energy into the surrounding airspace, deliberately creating a destructive spectacle of astonishing power.

As the one directly facing the attack, Nan Fusheng knew very well that the actual power he received was probably less than one-tenth of the true power of that "Ten Thousand Beasts Calamity" move.

Such signs of "letting things slide" might not fool truly top-tier experts, but they're more than enough to deceive ordinary people.

Just moments after returning to the athletes' rest area, before Nan Fusheng could even catch his breath, a cold, aloof figure blocked his way in the middle of the corridor.

"Hey, are you alright?" Lan Fuzi asked coldly, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Thank you for your concern, but at least I'm not going to die for now," Nan Fusheng replied irritably.

"Who cares about you!" Upon hearing this, Lan Fuzi suddenly bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her tone instantly rising a few notches, but her cheeks quietly flushed slightly. "I'm just afraid that you might suddenly die, then wouldn't I owe you a favor for the rest of my life?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Nan Fusheng said knowingly, already aware of her stubborn but soft-hearted nature, and went along with her words, "Don't worry, even if it's just to help you repay a favor, I will live well."

Lan Fuzi gave a soft hum, tacitly acknowledging his statement. She gazed at Nan Fusheng, her lips slightly parted, as if she had more to say, but before she could utter a word, a nimble figure rushed into the rest area like a gust of wind, breaking the delicate atmosphere between the two.

"Fusheng, are you alright?" Xu Xiaoyan rushed to Nan Fusheng, ignoring the other people around her. She reached out and looked him over, her slender fingers gently brushing against his sleeves, carefully checking for any wounds. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that there were no obvious injuries on his body, but the worry between her brows had not completely disappeared.

"Alright, Xiaoyan, don't worry, I'm really fine." Nan Fusheng gently held her wrist and comforted her softly.

“That won’t do.” Xu Xiaoyan said seriously, her tone firm and unwavering. “We must have Senior Naxida take a good look at you later. Soul power collisions are most likely to leave internal injuries, so we can’t be careless.”

"Alright." Nan Fusheng nodded helplessly, a warm feeling rising in his heart at her thoughtful instructions. He glanced at the empty space behind Xu Xiaoyan and asked curiously, "Why did you come alone? Where are the others?"

“Everyone’s waiting for you outside,” Xu Xiaoyan replied, her tone a little lighter. “We’re not going back to the Spirit Pagoda for dinner today; we’ll just find a restaurant outside. Kiana just messaged me saying that Miss Gu Yuena invited her out to dinner and asked if we wanted to come along.”

Miss Gu Yuena? Upon hearing this name, Lan Fuzi's heart skipped a beat.

A hint of doubt arose in Nan Fusheng's heart, and he frowned slightly, asking, "What does she want with Kiana?"
"I don't know about that." Xu Xiaoyan shook her head, then, as if she had thought of something, added, "Maybe they knew each other before? Look, they both have silver hair and purple eyes, maybe they have some connection."

As she spoke, her gaze turned to the arena outside the rest area, where a new round of matches had begun, with flashes of light from the clash of martial spirits appearing intermittently.

"Fusheng, the Ye Lan contestant in your group must be Xinglan, right?"

Although Ye Xinglan's disguise was quite clever, Xu Xiaoyan had spent a long time with her and was extremely familiar with the aura of the Star God Sword. Even though the other party had concealed her aura, she could still vaguely sense that unique sharpness.

“Yes, it’s her.” Nan Fusheng nodded in confirmation.

A glint of light flashed in Xu Xiaoyan's eyes, and she exclaimed with delight, "It really is her! We haven't seen each other in so long. Let's bring her along to this gathering; it's been a long time since we've all gotten together."

"You decide." Nan Fusheng never objected to such trivial matters.

……

Meanwhile, the commercial street in the center of Mingdu was bustling with people.

The martial arts tournament held by the Spirit Pagoda not only ignited the passion of the Soul Masters, but also injected vitality into the city's commerce. Shops along the street were packed with customers, among which a dessert shop called "Sweet Princess" was the most lively.

This shop is a time-honored brand in Mingdu with a history of over a thousand years. The gilded lettering on the wooden signboard still shines with a warm luster despite the passage of time.

Taking advantage of the martial arts tournament for marriage, the shop collaborated with a company under the Spirit Pagoda to launch a series of new desserts incorporating elements of Soul Masters. These include desserts such as "Soul Ring Thousand-Layer Cake" and "Yin-Yang Complementary Soul Core Vortex Smoothie," which retain the rich flavor of traditional craftsmanship while adding a touch of novelty and fun, attracting countless tourists from other places to come and check it out. Long queues often form in front of the shop.

At this moment, in the corner by the window in the store, two exquisite silver chairs are set up opposite each other, and two stunningly beautiful women are sitting by the window.

They all had long, flowing silver hair, eyes like stars immersed in amethyst, and features so exquisite they seemed to have been drawn with the finest brushstrokes of heaven and earth, yet their temperaments were completely different.

One person had a lively and playful air about them, and their smile was as bright as the sun; the other person sat upright like a jade statue, with a faint air of aloofness between their brows, like a celestial being from the heavens, untouched by worldly affairs.

"good to eat."

Kiana picked up a small silver dessert spoon, scooped up a piece of strawberry mousse adorned with frosting, and put it in her mouth. The delicate cream melted on her tongue, and the sweet and slightly sour flavors intertwined and spread across her taste buds. She immediately narrowed her eyes and a satisfied smile spread across her face. "As expected of a thousand-year-old shop, their skills are truly top-notch."

Before she finished speaking, she had already devoured the small cake in front of her in a few bites. Then she raised her hand, and her clear voice could still be heard in the slightly noisy shop: "Waiter, please take my order."

"Okay, miss, what would you like to order?"

A waitress in a pink uniform immediately rushed over, holding a menu in her hand, with a perfectly appropriate smile on her face.

Kiana took the menu, her eyes scanning it quickly, and rattled off a string of names in rapid succession: "Strawberry cheese hot dog bun, milk cheese hot dog toast, giant mountain super power cake, lava chocolate bursting tower... Oh, and I also want one of your new collaboration set meal 'Silver Dragon Princess in Love'."

"Okay, I'll write it down for you."

The waiter quickly wrote down the order on the order board, then turned to Gu Yuena and politely asked, "Does this young lady need to order?"

Gu Yuena was holding a water glass, her fingertips gently tracing the cool rim. Hearing this, she nodded slightly, took a small sip of warm water, and said in a clear, gentle voice, "No need..."

Before she finished speaking, a faint silver light flashed in her eyes, as if another consciousness had quietly passed through them.

The next second, her tone suddenly changed, a hint of barely perceptible excitement appearing beneath her cool demeanor: "The set meal I just ordered, I'll have another one, the same one."

"Okay." The waiter didn't notice the sudden change in the situation, maintained his polite smile, bowed slightly to the two of them, and then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Throughout the entire process, her behavior was completely normal.

The two women before her were both stunningly beautiful, enough to make anyone turn their heads, but in her eyes they seemed no different from ordinary customers. She was neither amazed nor lost in thought, nor did she deliberately strike up a conversation, as if some invisible force had shielded her from any extra attention.

After the waiter walked away, Kiana looked at Gu Yuena with great interest, a playful smile playing on her lips: "You're quite interesting, aren't you? You're one body with two souls? Since you're out here, why don't you let the other one come out and meet you?"

Gu Yuena's fingers, which were holding the water glass, trembled almost imperceptibly, causing a ripple to appear on the surface of the water.

She harbored some resentment towards Na'er for suddenly taking over the order, but she remained outwardly calm, simply uttering three words: "No need."

Kiana shrugged and said, "So, what brings you here? You can't just be asking me out for dinner, can you?"

Gu Yuena put down her water glass, her purple eyes fixed on Kiana, and said, word by word, "The reason I invited you out this time is to talk to you about Fusheng."

"Him?" Kiana raised an eyebrow, her spoon tracing a circle in the empty dessert plate, her tone somewhat nonchalant. "What's there to talk about with him? Didn't I already sign a blood pact with you using my divine blood last time, guaranteeing I would never harm him?"

"Then what about those two things on him?"

Gu Yuena's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable, demanding tone, "It's the key that Nasida made him swallow last time, and that object inside his body that looks like a monocle. Don't tell me these things have nothing to do with you."

"Oh~ you mean those two~" Kiana said, a dessert spoon in her mouth, her tongue lightly licking the cream on the rim of the spoon. Her tone was lazy with a hint of slyness. "Anyway, those things won't do him any harm, so just pretend you didn't see them, okay?"

"You're going to break the contract?" A chilling glint flashed in Gu Yuena's eyes, and the air around her seemed to freeze. She questioned him in a cold voice.

"Hey, you can't say that." Kiana put down her spoon with displeasure, her brows furrowed slightly.

“The blood pact clearly states that ‘you must not do anything that endangers Nan Fusheng’s safety.’ I admit that I put those two things on him, but you can see clearly that they are treasures that can help him grow.”

She paused, picked up a freshly served strawberry cheese bread, took a bite, and added vaguely, "Otherwise, how do you think he could have cultivated to such a level in such a short time?"

"Since you've sensed the existence of those two things, you must also be able to feel the energy they contain, right? That's an opportunity that many people would kill for. It's his good fortune that it fell into his lap."

"..."

Gu Yuena frowned. She was not easily persuaded by Kiana's words, but Kiana's words made her suddenly realize that the blood pact, which had been hastily drafted in order to reach an agreement as soon as possible, did indeed have unavoidable loopholes.

The definition of the word "harm" is already vague, and Kiana could easily justify those unknown objects by claiming they "help with growth".

Just as the atmosphere between the two was becoming increasingly tense, the waiter came over with a heavy tray and placed the newly ordered desserts on the table one by one.

The exquisite plating is like a work of art; the freshly baked bread exudes an enticing aroma of wheat, and the frosting on the chocolate tart glistens under the light.

"Wow, it looks delicious!"

Kiana's attention was instantly drawn to the desserts on the table. The previous argument seemed to have been forgotten. She immediately picked up a spoon, excitedly scooped up a big bite of chocolate cake, and put it in her mouth. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction and mumbled a praise, "Delicious!"

Gu Yuena watched Kiana completely absorbed in the food, her fingertips tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound, trying to draw her attention away from the dessert. "Then let me ask you, do you have a way to remove those two things from Fusheng?"

“No.” Kiana scooped up a spoonful of cake and put it in her mouth, chewing it slowly. Her tone was casual but unusually firm. “Unless he’s dead, those two things can’t be produced.”

"By the way, here's a piece of advice: those two things have already deeply integrated with Nan Fusheng's body and soul. If you try to take them away by force, he might accidentally kick the bucket!"

(End of this chapter)