Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Upon hearing the referee announce the pairings, Zhang Lexuan showed no surprise whatsoever—the Xingluo organizers' harassment was entirely expected.

She turned to look at Mo Yan, who was still leaning lazily on Dugu Luo's shoulder, and asked in a steady tone, "Mo Yan, as the captain of the academy team, what are your plans for this match?"

"They're just some unknown team." Mo Yan yawned deeply, his eyes drowsily glancing at Dugu Luo beside him, then at the eager team members behind him. After a moment of silence, his gaze returned to Dugu Luo, his tone playful, "Luo, you go for it. Judging from how well-behaved you've been these past few years, you must have been itching to get started, right?"

"Okay." Upon hearing this, Dugu Luo did not hesitate at all, gently patted Mo Yan's hand, and slowly stood up.

She stood tall and straight, her blue dress gleaming faintly in the sunlight of the arena, as she walked steadily toward the Soul Master Arena.

When everyone present realized that the Shrek team had only sent one player out, the entire arena erupted in a deafening uproar!
"Am I seeing things? Shrek Academy is going to take on seven people at once?"

"That's too arrogant! Even the defending champion shouldn't look down on their opponents like that!"

"This shows they're completely disregarding the opposing team, doesn't it?"

"Maybe they're just being reckless? After all, those who can represent Shrek Academy in battle are definitely not ordinary people!"

"..."

The audience was abuzz with discussion, some expressing doubt, some surprise, and others curiosity about Shrek Academy's strength.

The rest areas of the various teams were in an uproar, with everyone staring intently at the figure in blue who walked alone onto the stage, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

In the Star Luo team's rest area, Xu Jiu leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Dugu Luo, and slowly analyzed, "This is a descendant of the Poison Douluo from ten thousand years ago, and later joined your family through some unknown means."

Wen Yu, how much do you know about her?

While gently stroking Tian Shuqiu's hair, Wen Yu watched Dugu Luo slowly walk onto the stage, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the table.

After a moment's thought, a confident smile appeared on her lips as she replied, "Her mastery of poisons is extremely high, almost reaching its peak. Her martial spirit has also evolved from the Azure Serpent to the Azure Dragon, making her one of the most troublesome among the younger generation."

However, his poison skills are useless against me.

"Oh? So confident?" Xu Jiujiu couldn't help but tease, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Wen Yu raised her head and met Xu Jiu's gaze, her smile warm: "Your Highness, have you forgotten? As long as life can be continuously regenerated, what use is even the most potent poison?"

After a long while, she nodded as if she suddenly understood. Although she didn't know much about the restraint relationships between Soul Masters, she pretended to understand and turned her attention back to the competition field.

Dugu Luo walked step by step onto the arena, and the seven members of the unknown team opposite him instantly became furious.

"Hey! Even if Shrek Academy is the best, you can't look down on people like this!" A burly team member glared angrily at Dugu Luo and roared.

“Exactly! We admit that Shrek Academy is strong, but taking on seven people at once is too much!” another team member chimed in, his face full of humiliation.

"Don't think we won't dare to make a move just because you're pretty! You think you can take on seven people at once? You really have that kind of strength?" The female team member put her hands on her hips, her tone full of strong resentment.

"Brothers, unleash your Martial Souls! Let them see we're not to be trifled with!" The team captain stood at the front, staring fiercely at Dugu Luo, and shouted loudly. As soon as he finished speaking, all seven of them simultaneously released their Martial Souls—one was the beast Martial Soul, the Fiery Horse; one was the weapon Martial Soul, the Heavy Hammer; and one was the agility-based Claw Martial Soul.

Four standard-looking spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and purple—rose from beneath their feet. As the spirit rings pulsed, the aura of their martial spirits spread out. The seven of them stared intently at Dugu Luo opposite them, their fighting spirit palpable.

However, Dugu Luo simply stood quietly in the center of the arena, her hands behind her back, doing nothing but staring straight at the seven of them, her eyes calm and unwavering, as if the seven people in front of her were not worth her attention at all.

"Damn it! Are you underestimating us? You won't even release your Martial Soul!" The captain questioned angrily when he saw that Dugu Luo still didn't make a move, his tone filled with the anger of being slighted.

"Three seconds." Dugu Luo finally spoke, his voice clear and cold, like jade striking against jade, echoing throughout the entire arena.

"What three seconds?" The captain was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

"one."

Dugu Luo extended his right hand, raising a slender finger, his tone remaining calm, completely ignoring the other person's confusion.

"Two." She raised her second finger and glanced at the seven people without showing any emotion.

"Three!" The moment the third finger fell, Dugu Luo's voice still betrayed no emotion.

The seven men were thoroughly enraged.

Dugu Luo's actions were utterly disregard for them! Enough was enough; the seven of them simultaneously unleashed their soul skills, various lights blazing as they charged towards Dugu Luo, determined to make this guy who had looked down on them pay the price.

Just then, Dugu Luo slowly raised his eyelids and looked directly at the seven people who were attacking him.

Her tone remained perfectly calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "When did you come to believe that I hadn't awakened my Martial Soul? And when did you think that I hadn't respected you?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the seven people suddenly froze, a strong sense of palpitation surging through their hearts.

In a flash, their vision blurred, and their bodies seemed to lose all control. They plummeted from mid-air with several muffled thuds, collapsing onto the ring.

At this moment, their bodies were completely unable to move, but their minds were unusually clear.

They could hear the audience's gasps and feel the coldness of the arena, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't mobilize a single bit of their soul power or move a single finger. It was as if they were imprisoned by an invisible force, just like being paralyzed in bed by a ghost. That feeling of powerlessness almost drove them to the brink of collapse.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence, and everyone stared in disbelief at what was happening on the stage.

Seven men surrounded one man, but he suddenly fell to the ground without warning and was unable to move.

What on earth happened? They had no idea what was going on, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

Members of each team stood up from their seats, their eyes fixed on the figure of the woman in blue standing with her hands behind her back in the center of the arena, their gazes filled with apprehension and curiosity.

...(End of chapter)