Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 110 The Art of Fighting

"Unfortunately, it's all in vain."

At this moment, Gula regretted that he didn't have the appearance of a supernatural being with silver hair, purple eyes, wings on his back, and double pupils. Otherwise, the scene of him blocking a forty-meter-long spear with a wave of his hand with telekinesis... would be very cool.

Of course, it's not bad now either.

Snake Spear Douluo's ninth soul ring came from an 80,000-year-old soul beast, but it could not advance any further after piercing three feet into Gula's body, and blue ripples like water waves appeared in the air.

"Spiritualization?"

Thorny Porpoise Douluo finally saw through some of Gula's telekinesis, but it also made him even more incredulous. Mental power interfering with reality? Was that something a spirit master could do? Or was it a special spiritual martial spirit?

He couldn't guess. The body that had swelled up like a hill suddenly shrank, and thousands of poisonous stingers shot out from the pores.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Myriad Poisons Piercing the Heart!"

Gula clenched his left hand, and the humid night air seemed to be grabbed by a huge hand in the void, squeezing out a heavy rain.

The visualization method connected seamlessly, condensing into countless ice crystals in the air. The stinger was frozen by the low temperature before it could get close to him.

White lightning flashed at the fingertips of his right hand. Looking closely, the dazzling beam of light exuded a strong and sharp aura, as if it was hiding a sea of ​​swords and a mountain of knives, and it was very sharp and intimidating!

Gula felt that he had reached his limit in manipulating four elements at the same time. After all, he did not have a martial soul with corresponding attributes and lacked the appropriate "lever". Controlling the elements required him to expend more strength.

Although the title-level mental power is strong, it also requires sufficient control to use it.

But this was enough. He blocked the Thorny Porpoise Douluo's eighth soul skill with ease. The white lightning column suddenly surged, and the extreme explosive power superimposed instantly gave the Thorny Porpoise Douluo, who believed in his own defense, a surprise.

He screamed and fell from the clouds, spider-web-like capillaries and lightning marks appearing on the surface of his skin.

Snake Spear Douluo had no time to rescue, so he retracted his spear and changed his tactics, stabbing out with the snake spear continuously. He didn't believe that Gula's mental power was endless!

Wherever the spear tip pointed, there were bursts of breaking sounds in the air, as if space itself was wailing under the weight of the burden.

Blocked by his attack, Gula was unable to pursue his victory. Thorny Porpoise Douluo quickly adjusted his paralyzed body and flew back into the sky.

The porcupine's true body swelled up in the wind, and the poisonous smell it emitted made the Soul Fighters watching the battle around retreat another hundred meters. The dark red lines on its body twisted like a venomous snake that had awakened, and every tremor sprayed out countless poisonous needles.

"Fourth soul skill, endless spray!"

Cixue changed his strategy. Although he was not as strong as the other party, the soul power of two people was always greater than that of one person. If they continued to consume it, they would still have a greater chance of winning.

Snake Spear Douluo received the message and changed his position tacitly, becoming the main attacker.

The sky was covered with spear shadows like a rainstorm, and each strike accurately hit the same point on the telekinetic barrier.

"The eighth soul skill, thunder!"

A loud thunderclap echoed in the air, and Gula groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. His Soul Sage-level physical strength was holding him back, unable to withstand the intense mental power required for such a battle.

The materialized spiritual power reflected the moonlight, drawing thousands of blue tracks in the night sky.

Thorny Porpoise Douluo seized the opportunity, and his originally dark black ninth spirit ring suddenly turned purple. The purple poison needles all over his body turned pitch black, and purple-black poisonous mist gushed out from the tips.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Poison Domination!"

The poisonous fog condensed into a headless giant python, ignoring the laws of physics, and flew backwards in front of Gula. Before it got close, countless bloody illusions appeared in front of Gula's eyes, and the wails of thousands of wronged souls rang in his ears.

His spiritual sea of ​​consciousness shook violently. It turned out to be a spirit skill with a mental attack! Fortunately, it wasn't a purely mental spirit skill. Gula's mind was stunned for a moment before returning to normal. He was faced with the shadow of a green spear and blood-red poison needles, and his skin bulged with pustules.

But at this critical moment, Gula's lips curled into a sneer. Suddenly, a dense spiritual energy descended from the sky, transforming into a pure spiritual blow, like punishment from the moon, attacking the two.

Predict future!

A supernatural move that allows the user to predict the future to a certain extent, and bury attacks in the gaps of time, waiting to be launched at a certain time in the future.

This is a move that only a few Psychic-type Pokémon can use freely, but compared to Celebi's time-travel move, it is much lower in both difficulty and energy consumption.

At the beginning of the battle, while Gula was pretending to be cool, he had already set up an ambush. This is the art of fighting - always use any means necessary.

"You lost."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gula held up the "Hold" move shield with both hands and blocked the full force attacks of the two Titled Douluo.

The snake spear stopped in front of the golden shield and could not move forward an inch. The poisonous fog python of Thorny Porpoise Douluo directly disintegrated into light spots in the sky and was completely melted away by the rain and fog.

"impossible!"

The two Titled Douluo screamed in unison. They had already given their all, but how could they be stopped so easily?
Gula stood in the air, with no intention of explaining.

"You two, the battle ends here."

The prediction of the future broke through the soul defense of the two people, and a familiar feeling of oppression appeared in the heart.

Cixue and She Long looked at each other and saw strong resentment in each other's eyes, but the facts were set and there was no point in them regretting it.

Cixue bowed and said, "Your Excellency's skills are superb. We two are willing to admit defeat. Could you please leave your name so that we two brothers will know who we lost to?"

"Haha."

Gula smiled and was about to refuse, but then he changed his mind and thought that Qian Renxue had found him from somewhere and had a mysterious Titled Douluo as a backer, which would surely make her a little wary.

He changed his mind and said, "I am not very talented, but I am known as Da Mu. I have published a few articles and have gained some fame. I wonder if you have ever heard of me."

"You're Ooki!"

The two of them exclaimed in surprise. They could not believe that the mysterious master of theory whom they had been looking for for several years would suddenly appear in front of them and defeat them.

Thorny Porpoise Douluo's expression changed, and without even bothering to distinguish true from false, he said, "Since you are Mr. Oak, you must be able to guess where we are from. With your intelligence, why don't you join us and climb to the top of the soul master together?"

Gula shook his head lightly. If he joined the Spirit Hall, wouldn’t that be a revelation?

"Needless to say, I don't like being burdened with responsibilities and obligations, and I have no interest in living for anyone. Before I change my mind, take your people and leave."

The Thorny Porpoise Douluo wanted to try again, but he felt a pain in his chest, as if his heart was crushed by a huge rock, and he spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

He looked horrified, as this injury was more serious than the one he had suffered in the previous battle.

Not daring to say anything more, Thorny Porpoise Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo quickly retreated with their men.

"Are you Mr. Oki? I would like to thank you on behalf of the Emperor for your kind assistance."

The leading golden-armored royal priest came out to ask, his mind confused and not knowing what to say. After all, Gula had just rejected his recruitment once. If he recruited him again, wouldn't it seem too tactless?
"Excuse me, Mr. Oki, do you know where those two people just now came from?"

Gula turned his head: What a clever little boy! Is this something you, a Contra, should care about?
(End of this chapter)