Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 833 The Chaos Begins

"Oh no! Help!"

In the stands, watching the elemental storm envelop the entire arena, four figures burst out almost simultaneously, rushing straight towards the arena.

"The martial arts contest for marriage is a decisive event. Anyone who disrupts it will be killed without mercy!"

His indifferent voice, like an icicle in the dead of winter, resounded throughout the venue without warning.

The next moment, three figures exuding a suffocatingly powerful aura appeared like ghosts directly above the arena. Their auras intertwined to form an invisible barrier, forcefully blocking the four figures rushing towards them.

"Qian Gu Die Ting, I never thought you old thing would still be alive." An aged but powerful voice fell from the sky, and four figures slowly revealed their true forms.

The leader was an old woman who looked frail and old, her withered fingers tightly gripping a cane engraved with light and dark patterns. She was none other than Long Yeyue, the Light and Dark Douluo, who was currently the mainstay of Shrek Academy.

Appearing alongside her were none other than the Ruthless Douluo Cao Dezhi, the Amorous Douluo Zang Xin, and the Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li.

The four Limit Douluos from Tang Sect and Shrek Academy arrived at the same time.

"Long Yeyue".

Upon seeing the old woman, Qian Gu Die Ting's fist clenched instinctively, his knuckles turning bluish-white, but he ultimately suppressed the ferocity in his eyes, his voice calm and even, "Aren't you still alive too?"

"Since I wasn't killed by your despicable soul-guided bombs, I will naturally live to see how your Qian Gu family will be destroyed."

Long Yeyue's lips curled into a cold smile. She lightly tapped her cane in the air, and subtle light and dark energy flowed around her. "Back then, you ambushed Shrek Academy. It's time to settle that score today."

During a brief pause in their confrontation, Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin exchanged a glance.

Without needing many words, Zang Xin instantly understood his companion's intention—he tapped his toes in the air and his body shot towards the arena below like an arrow.

The arena was now enveloped in an elemental storm, obscuring the situation inside. However, judging from the occasional soul power fluctuations leaking from the raging energy, the trapped individuals were in dire straits.

Upon seeing this, Qian Gu Die Ting's soul power surged instantly, clearly intending to intervene. However, when his gaze met Long Ye Yue's eyes, which were poised to strike, he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

Although he wasn't afraid of the old widow, the experience of being slapped by her due to carelessness years ago was something he would never forget.

You never know what a woman can do when she gets angry. So even though Long Yeyue was only a demigod, she still managed to hold back Qian Gu Die Ting.

On the other side, Qian Gu Qingfeng wanted to intervene, but was firmly locked onto by Cao Dezhi's mental power. As a quasi-god level among the Limit Douluo, he dared not underestimate the Ruthless Sword.

Thus, under that sharp gaze, Qian Gu Qingfeng could only temporarily suppress his intention to attack, and formed a standoff with Cao Dezhi.

On the other side of the battlefield, the two female Limit Douluos faced off.

Xia Zheng was dressed in a light blue dress, surrounded by icy blue soul power. Her aura was powerful yet elegant, completely different from Ya Li's saintly beauty. It was a kind of beauty with a chill.

"Han Yun Douluo Xia Zheng Leng, I didn't expect you to have also broken through to the Limit Douluo realm." Ya Li looked at the woman opposite her, her eyes full of surprise.

Upon hearing this, Xia Zhengleng smiled gently and said, "Who hasn't had a bit of luck? Ya Li, we are both women, and fighting would inevitably hurt our harmony. Why don't we just stand here quietly for a while, and let those big men handle the fight on the other side of the arena?"

Ya Li didn't reply, but she didn't make a move either, which was considered as tacitly agreeing to Xia Zheng Leng's suggestion.

She was never good at direct combat, and her martial soul "Praying Angel" was more inclined towards support and healing. Being able to hold off a Limit Douluo in a peaceful way was already the best outcome.

But when her gaze swept over the Spirit Pagoda camp, her heart sank – with the Eternal Court, the Eternal Gentle Breeze, the Eternal East Wind, and Xia Zheng Leng in front of her, the Limit Douluo present in the Spirit Pagoda were now on par with them.

If we also include Leng Yaozhu, that despicable, shameless, and brazen "mistress," and another deputy tower master: Lan Xueqin.

On the Spirit Pagoda side, there are a full six Limit Douluos! How can such combat power not be astonishing?
This scene was naturally witnessed by Long Yeyue and Cao Dezhi. They exchanged a grave glance, both feeling a heavy weight in their hearts—the Spirit Pagoda's secrets were far too deeply hidden!

Six ultimate combat power, not even counting the four young Spirit Transmission Envoys. If those exceptionally talented juniors grow up, the strength of the Spirit Transmission Tower will probably reach a terrifying level.

Just then, a clear sword sound came from the arena below.

The Amorous Sword in Zang Xin's hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light. With a slight flick of his wrist, the longsword flashed like a streak of light, and with a "sizzle," the arena shield, which was originally strong enough to withstand the full force of a Super Douluo's attack, was ripped open with a huge crack.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zang Xin leaped into the raging elemental storm.

The arena was not a large space to begin with. As soon as Zang Xin entered the storm's range, he sensed Tang Wulin's aura with the mental power of a Limit Douluo.

But the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted—Gu Yuena was hovering in front of Tang Wulin, and a fair palm was slowly patting towards Tang Wulin's head. The energy contained in that palm was enough to instantly kill a Super Douluo!
"stop!"

Zang Xin roared, and the Amorous Sword in his hand instantly released its domain—the domain light of "Amorousness Since Ancient Times Has Only Left Us with Regret" spread like a tide, and at the same time, the emotional influence of the Amorous Sword quietly permeated the air.

Without hesitation, he activated his third soul skill, "Regret." This soul skill instantly amplifies the enemy's deepest, most painful, and most regretful memories a hundred or a thousand times, enough to cause an ordinary Title Douluo to mentally collapse.

However, Gu Yuena's spiritual power had already reached the level of the Divine Origin Realm, far surpassing that of ordinary Limit Douluo.

Zang Xin's soul skill landed on her as if it had sunk into the sea. She didn't even pause for a moment. Her palm, which was glowing with seven colors, continued to strike towards Tang Wulin without slowing down at all.

Just at this critical moment, a clear, playful laugh suddenly rang out: "Hehe~" (Silver Dragon~ You're still alive after all~)

Accompanied by laughter, a blonde girl appeared in front of Tang Wulin. Her ruby-like eyes looked at Gu Yuena, revealing an innocent smile. Her lips seemed to twitch slightly, and then she reached out and grasped her hand.

"!!!"

Gu Yuena's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared on her face. Without the slightest hesitation, a burst of silver light shone around her, instantly enveloping her delicate body.

"boom!"

Almost simultaneously, the space in front of Tang Wulin suddenly compressed violently inward, then exploded with a deafening roar, and the violent spatial turbulence dispersed most of the surrounding elemental storm.

A flash of silver light, and Gu Yuena appeared at least thirty meters away from Tang Wulin, her purple eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty as she stared intently at the blonde girl.

What that little girl just spoke was actually dragon language!

Of course, that wouldn't be a big deal, but what did the other person mean by saying "You're still alive"?
Isn't she Tang Wulin's spirit?

Why would someone deliberately transmit such words telepathically? Is it to create an air of mystery? Or...?

No, that guy should have died a long time ago.

An absurd guess arose in Gu Yuena's mind, but she quickly dismissed it, focusing instead on the young girl to see what she intended to do. However, the blonde girl merely smiled slightly at Gu Yuena, and her figure slowly vanished like a bubble, merging back into Tang Wulin's body as if she had never existed.

"Sect Master, are you alright?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zang Xin quickly came to Tang Wulin's side, shielding her behind him, and at the same time released his soul power to dispel the remaining elemental power around them.

Tang Wulin's face was pale, and her breathing was somewhat disordered. She slowly shook her head, her voice weak: "It's alright, thank you for saving me, Senior Zang Xin."

As she spoke, she endured the excruciating pain emanating from her body, circulated her soul power, and retracted her battle armor, which was already riddled with cracks and almost completely ruined, back into her body.

Then, she took out a large black robe from her storage soul tool and quickly put it on, covering her figure completely, as if she did not want others to see her appearance at this moment.

Just then, the elemental storm that had enveloped the entire arena finally dissipated completely, and the scene on the arena was clearly presented to everyone.

The shattered arena, the injured Tang Wulin, the bewildered Gu Yuena, and the Limit Douluo facing off against each other were all clearly visible to the audience, and the arena instantly fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone stared intently at the arena, not daring to even breathe loudly—no one expected that a martial arts contest to find a spouse would turn into a direct confrontation between two Limit Douluo from two major forces.

“Princess Silver Dragon lives up to her reputation. We have learned a lot from this sparring match.” Zang Xin broke the silence first. He bowed slightly to Gu Yuena, his tone polite, but his eyes remained vigilant as he watched her movements.

Then, he gently placed his hand on Tang Wulin's shoulder, circulating his soul power to stabilize her injuries, and whispered, "Sect Master, let's leave here first."

But just as the two turned around, powerful auras suddenly fell from the sky, crashing down around the arena like thunder.

Those figures were dressed in the iconic dark purple attire of the Spirit Pagoda, and included both young and old, but each of them exuded a rather powerful aura.

Zang Xin's face suddenly darkened, he stopped in his tracks, his gaze swept over the Spirit Pagoda experts who had surrounded him, and his voice turned cold:

"What? Is the Spirit Pagoda planning to bully the weak? It was just a friendly sparring session. You injured my Tang Clan's leader, and now you want to block our path and kill us? Aren't you afraid of giving others grounds for criticism?"

"Zang Xin, you're still the same as before, always twisting the truth." Qian Gu Die Ting sneered and took a step forward. "It was clearly your Tang Clan who provoked us first, and now that things are going badly, you want to run away? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"Provocation?"

Zang Xin's expression turned serious, and his voice suddenly rose so that the entire audience could hear him clearly, "My Tang Clan leader registered for the competition through proper procedures and defeated your great-grandson Qian Gu Zhangting with his own strength, just as easily as Yun Ming blew you apart with a single shot back then!"

"you!!!"

These words struck Qian Gu Dieting like a sharp knife, causing his facial muscles to contort instantly and his eyes to flash with intense killing intent. "No matter what, this is Mingdu, the heart of the Federation! Today, none of you from the Tang Clan or Shrek Academy will leave here alive!"

"Haha! What a fine 'None of you will get away'!" Long Yeyue suddenly burst into laughter, slamming her cane heavily on the ground. "Haha, I'd like to see just how many people are willing to aid and abet evil today!"

"This is not aiding and abetting evil, this is acting on behalf of Heaven!" A deep voice came from the direction of the rostrum, and the ancient east wind slowly flew over and landed beside the ancient Dieting.

His gaze swept over Long Yeyue and the others: "The Tang Sect is a traitorous organization that intends to overthrow the Federation. Shrek Academy is protecting traitors and should be punished!"

Before the words were finished, a series of booming sounds suddenly came from the sky, like rolling thunder, making it hard to breathe.

Everyone looked up and saw countless mechs flying towards the stadium in the distance, their metal shells reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that none of the mechs were even the lowest-tier yellow-level mechs; the lowest tier was purple-level, and there were over a hundred black-level mechs. Even more alarming, there were three red-level mechs.

Accompanying them were more than fifty powerful individuals wearing at least two-word battle armor, including several three-word battle armor masters.

On the armor of these battle armor masters, there is a striking mark engraved on it - the cross shield and sword rune, which is the exclusive emblem of the Federation War God Temple!

The powerful warriors of the Temple of War have arrived!
The atmosphere in the entire Mingdu Stadium suddenly became tense.

As a top-tier combat organization directly under the Federation's jurisdiction, the War God Temple rarely intervenes openly in power struggles. However, it has now arrived with so many mechs and battle armor masters, which clearly indicates that it was well-prepared.

At this moment, the atmosphere at Mingdu Stadium had reached an extremely tense point.

Despite having four Limit Douluo such as Long Yeyue and Cao Dezhi at their disposal, Tang Sect and Shrek Academy still appeared weak and outnumbered when facing the elite forces of the Spirit Pagoda, the mecha legion of the War God Temple, and the Battle Armor Masters.

The collision of soul forces in the air intensified, as if an earth-shattering battle would erupt at any moment.

Qian Gu Die Ting looked at this scene and smugly sneered: "Zang Xin, Cao Dezhi, what do you have to say now?"
"The Tang Sect is a traitorous organization recognized by the Federation. Long Yeyue, if your Shrek Academy knows what's good for you, you can still leave now. But none of the Tang Sect members will escape! Today, we'll wipe you all out and rid the Federation of this scourge!"

"Throughout the ages, you remain as arrogant as ever."

Cao Dezhi remained calm. He shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "You were publicly humiliated twice by Brother Yunming, yet you still don't learn your lesson. Do you really think you can hold us back with these people?"

"Cao Dezhi, all you can do now is rely on your words!"

Qian Gu Die Ting's eyes flashed with even more killing intent. "Today, a net has been laid here, with mechs blocking the airspace and the War God Temple surrounding us from all sides. Even if you are Limit Douluo, you won't be able to escape! I want to see how you plan to leave this place!"

Ignoring Qian Gu Die Ting's clamor, Long Ye Yue took a step forward, her gaze passing over the opposing crowd and landing on the audience. Suddenly, she called out loudly, "The Shrek spirit, do you still remember it?"

These words resounded like thunder in the stadium, and instantly, a unified shout erupted from the stands: "Shrek Academy only accepts monsters, not ordinary people!"

Amidst shouts, at least five hundred figures rose into the air from among the 100,000 spectators, each of whom was at least a two-word battle armor master.

"I'm from Shrek!"

"We're from Shrek!"

"Long live Shrek!"

Those figures, like the most fanatical believers, began to shout in unison.

Qian Gu Die Ting looked at the more than 500 Shrek Battle Armor Masters who suddenly appeared in the air, his face extremely ugly, as if water could drip from it.

He never expected that the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy would pull this stunt.

The people of Mingdu have always resisted Shrek Academy. These people could not have come spontaneously. They were clearly elites deliberately planted in the audience by the Tang Sect and Shrek!
"Premeditated! This was absolutely premeditated!"

Qian Gu Die Ting gritted his teeth, his heart filled with shock and anger, but when he saw the War God Temple mechs and Battle Armor Masters still motionless in the air, a sense of relief rose in his heart.

At least the Temple of War did not waver. They still firmly surrounded the entire arena, confronting the more than 500 Shrek Battle Armor Masters. The situation in the arena was still developing in the direction he had expected.

(End of this chapter)