Douluo: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

Tang Shan's lips twitched slightly. He could only say that the army of the fortified city was indeed "disciplined". If it were him, he would have directly launched a devastating attack. He was afraid that Xue Qinghe would go back on his word and not give him the promised gold soul coins.

Come on.

Tang Shan didn't say anything more, but waved to the burly man in front of him, a hint of expectation flashing in his eyes.

"Then watch out, first soul skill, berserk!"

Zhang San let out a low shout, and his soul power suddenly exploded. His body expanded at a visible speed, his hands quickly grew longer and thicker, his muscles bulged, and the bright yellow soul ring under his feet suddenly flashed with dazzling light. His eyes turned blood red, and his body expanded again, making him look like a furious giant ape, full of formidable power.

He stomped his legs hard on the ground, creating two craters and splashing water. Using this force, he leaped several meters into the air and lunged at Tang Shan. His huge fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound, descended from the sky with tremendous force, aiming straight for Tang Shan's head.

"Good timing!"

Seeing the changes in the other's body, Tang Shan shouted loudly, his whole body throbbed, and as he stretched and pulled, his body changed again. His muscle lines became more refined, and his blood and qi surged and circulated within his body, exuding a powerful aura.

Tang Shan did not use soul skills, but relied on long-term understanding and refinement of his body to further explore the potential of his physical body. Although this state could not compare to the god-level development when using soul skills, the enhancement to his body was by no means insignificant.

His powerful blood and qi surged within him. Facing the opponent's fist descending from the sky, Tang Shan stomped his foot hard on the ground, sending pebbles flying. The surging force rose from his Yongquan acupoint, flowing down his legs, waist, abdomen, and spine, finally converging on his right fist. He twisted his waist and straightened his back, unleashing a fierce "Standing Cannonball" strike, directly meeting Zhang San's fist.

boom!

A deafening roar of flesh colliding resounded as powerful force exploded at the point where the fists met, sending an invisible shockwave spreading outwards, causing the clothes of the surrounding soldiers to flutter and the ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly.

Feeling the force surging from his fist, Tang Shan's lips curled into an excited smile, and his blood and qi surged even more intensely.

Seeing that his attack had missed, Zhang San, in a berserk state, instinctively rolled over and used Tang Shan's fist as a fulcrum to quickly close the distance to Tang Shan. At the same time, he subconsciously raised his left leg and delivered a powerful front kick, aiming hard at Tang Shan's chest.

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Chapter 74 Defeating Zhang San: The Target of Actively Stepping Forward to Establish Authority

With the muscles of his thighs and calves working together, a powerful force burst forth instantly, and his foot, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, hurtled straight toward Tang Shan's chest.

Just as the blow was about to hit, Tang Shan's body suddenly underwent a strange change.

With a deep breath, Tang Shan's chest suddenly collapsed inward, his bones and internal organs seemingly disappearing into thin air. His entire chest cavity rapidly caved in, managing to avoid the powerful kick.

Whoops!

A strong wind swept past the hem of her clothes. The kick, which was clearly full of power, missed by just an inch. But that inch felt like an insurmountable barrier. Despite all the force she exerted, she could only touch the hem of her clothes.

The moment his kick missed, his center of gravity went out of balance, and his coordination and rhythm were thrown into chaos. Zhang San felt his blood surging and his whole body stiffening, unable to move.

But Tangshan didn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

Seeing his opponent's move miss and reveal an opening, Tang Shan flipped his wrist, his fist carrying a whooshing force from bottom to top, aiming straight for Zhang San's jaw. Before the fist even arrived, the fierce force had already swept across the opponent's cheek.

boom!

With lightning speed, Zhang San instinctively crossed his arms and thrust downwards, barely managing to block the powerful attack. However, the immense force transmitted from the fist still made his arms go numb, and he was sent flying backwards and upwards uncontrollably, completely losing his footing in the air.

Before mastering the ability to fly, most attacks and defenses are initiated from the ground. Once they leave the ground, in a sense, they lose the foundation of their offense and defense and can only passively endure subsequent attacks.

In a flash, how could Tang Shan let such a golden opportunity slip by? The moment his legs pushed off the ground, several fine cracks appeared in the earth, and he pounced on Zhang San, who was still suspended in mid-air, with fierce momentum, like a tiger suddenly leaping up.

He transformed his fist into claws, his index fingers clenched like sharp blades, the tips gleaming coldly. One finger aimed straight for his throat, while the other moved with lightning speed towards his chest. The two attacks were seamlessly connected, sealing off all of Zhang San's evasive angles.

Zhang San stared at the deadly threat before him, his eyes widening and his pupils contracting sharply. Using his powerful core strength, he forcefully twisted his body, shifting it by half an inch in mid-air, barely dodging the claws aimed at his throat. However, he was powerless to dodge the attack aimed at his chest.

Rip! Bang!

The crisp sound of tearing fabric and the muffled thud of flesh hitting flesh rang out simultaneously. Zhang San's clothes were torn to shreds by a claw, and five bloody welts immediately appeared on his chest. Blood seeped out instantly, and the pain made him tremble all over, causing him to fall to the ground even faster.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest after landing, Zhang San rolled several times on the ground, his movements clumsy yet nimble, barely managing to evade Tang Shan's pursuit and regain his footing.

"Tangshan's moves are really fierce."

"Yes, and their ruthless fighting style makes it clear they didn't just crawl out of a pile of corpses; every attack is aimed at vital points."

"This shows that he has no grudges and has definitely seen a lot of blood."

The soldiers' conversation did not affect the two sides engaged in combat.

Barely escaping Tangshan's relentless attacks, Zhang San slammed his fist into his chest, let out a furious roar filled with rage, his soul power surged wildly within him, his muscles swelled again, and then he charged towards Tangshan once more.

"This soul skill isn't very good. It makes you lose your senses during battle and go into a berserk state, only knowing how to fight recklessly. Although your combat power is significantly increased, the effect is only so-so."

Despite his verbal assessment, Tang Shan also discovered the weakness of this soul skill: as long as one is agile enough, one can easily outmaneuver a soul master who has activated their berserk soul skill.

Although a weakness was discovered, Tang Shan had no intention of exploiting it. Having finally encountered a Soul Master with a strength attribute, how could he not squeeze every last drop of value out of him?

He stomped his foot suddenly, causing the ground to tremble slightly, and exhaled loudly, letting out a shout, "Ha!"

Blood and qi instantly boiled, and a surge of power flowed through limbs and bones to the heart. Muscles bulged, blood vessels protruded, and every inch of muscle exuded powerful explosive force.

Bang bang bang!

The bare-knuckles of the punches, without any fancy moves, echoed with the muffled thuds of fists colliding, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly. There was no technique involved, only the purest collision of physical strength.

clap clap clap!

The shirt finally couldn't withstand the surging power of Tang Shan's muscles. The fabric tore continuously until it was completely ripped, revealing his strong upper body. The contraction and relaxation of his muscles exuded a strong masculine aura, and a vigorous sense of power surged in that young body. Every movement carried a powerful sense of pressure.

A hint of unease flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes, but he forced himself to calm down.

Bang bang bang!

The two fighters sparred and quickly changed positions, their figures weaving and crisscrossing across the arena. The sound of their fists colliding was as dense as drumbeats. In the blink of an eye, dozens of rounds had passed. The surrounding soldiers were dazzled by the sight and dared not even breathe loudly.

Exhilarating! Exhilarating! Tang Shan had never fought so enthusiastically. His blood and qi surged and surged, continuously providing his body with abundant energy. Every collision made his blood boil.

Tangshan grew increasingly excited as the fight progressed, his momentum growing stronger with each blow. His punches became faster and more powerful, and before he knew it, Zhang San was at a complete disadvantage, forced to passively parry. He gradually accumulated numerous wounds, and his breathing became heavy.

boom!

Tang Shan seized an opening, swiftly grabbing Zhang San's arm and gripping it tightly with his fingertips. Feeling the trajectory of Zhang San's strength, he suddenly pulled, the immense force sending Zhang San flying into the air and crashing heavily to the ground with a loud bang, dust flying everywhere.

Then, he flashed to Zhang San's side, threw his still-unsteady opponent high into the air, gathered his strength, and slammed his shoulder with great force, sending his opponent flying again, crashing heavily to the edge of the field with a dull thud.

His body crashed to the ground, and several soldiers rushed over to check on Zhang San's condition.

"Don't worry, they didn't hit her hard; she just passed out."

Tang Shan put his hands behind his back, exhaled a long breath, and his blood and qi gradually calmed down. His muscles also relaxed slowly, and an aura of continuous victory emanated from him, causing the soldiers surrounding him to look at him with awe.

"This person is indeed formidable. Even Zhang San, who is probably the strongest in the first ring, is no match for him and was easily defeated by him."

"It wasn't easy either. Don't forget, he always finished the fight within ten rounds before. This time, Zhang San fought him to a standstill."

"That's right, don't be fooled by his victory this time. The captains of the Second Ring Road will teach him a lesson he won't forget."

At this moment, a weak voice broke into the conversation.

"Has Tang Shan not used his soul skill yet?"

Upon hearing this, Xing Songren and Hui Dingding realized, "Yes, we've only just seen Tang Shan fighting back and forth, but we just realized that his opponent doesn't seem to have used any soul skills."

A sudden realization dawned on me.

Hong Zhen on the high platform obviously noticed this as well. Looking at the spirited "young man" in the arena, he couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. Was he going to lose this time?

“Your Highness, this Tang Shan is truly extraordinary. Even I cannot discern any trace of his use of soul skills. I wonder what the specific effects of his soul skills are, given how inconspicuous they are.”

Still somewhat unwilling, Hong Zhen tentatively asked Xue Qinghe beside him.

Sensing the probing tone in the other person's words, Xue Qinghe thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth.

“General Hong, Tang Shan didn’t use any soul skills. I’ve seen the specific effects of his soul skills, but they weren’t this silent. You’ll see for yourself in a bit.”

Hearing Xue Qinghe's somewhat sarcastic words, Hong Zhen gritted his teeth and gave a few instructions to his subordinates via telepathy. He simply did not believe that Tang Shan could maintain his peak condition in a car-cart battle.

Xue Qinghe heard the telepathic message from the Serpent Spear Douluo. She glanced at Hong Zhen and a smile appeared on her lips. With Tang Shan's current strength, as long as his soul power was sufficient, he was not someone that Che Lunzhan could defeat.

A brief silence fell over the field, and no one else went up on stage.

Tang Shan paced around the field with his hands behind his back. Seeing that no one was going to fight, he couldn't help but shake his head deliberately.

"So that's it. No wonder they're called the Wall Army. It's a nice name. They should actually be called the Cowardly Army. Didn't they just say that a second-ring Soul Master wanted to challenge them? Where are they?"

"You little brat, you've become arrogant now that you're in power. Your grandpa will teach you a lesson."

A somewhat deep voice rang out, and a fat man, five feet tall with a waist as big as his height, squeezed out from the crowd. He had a face full of fat, a greasy body, and a pair of very distinctive small eyes.

Tang Shan looked at the fat man in front of him with curiosity. The fat man was almost two heads shorter than him when he had activated his martial soul. Looking down at him, it was as if a father was looking at his son.

The fat man tugged at his clothes, which were stretched to the limit, and let out a cold snort.

"You little brat, remember this: my name is Gang Lie, and your name is xxxxxxxx."

Tang Shan couldn't help but frown. The other person's words were vulgar and offensive, and later on, they even started to verbally make inappropriate intrusions into his family tree.

If that's the case, then you must be that unlucky Soul Master who established his authority.

Tang Shan's brows gradually relaxed, but a cold light shone in his eyes.

Gang Lie felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by something terrifying, but the feeling was fleeting. He dismissed it as his imagination and continued to take advantage of the situation, while also trying to distract Tang Shan.

"General Hong, this man has a really foul mouth."

Xue Qinghe, standing on the high platform, frowned as he listened to the lewd words of the person below, his eyes revealing obvious disgust.

Hong Zhen was a little embarrassed, but still explained, "This person is called Gang Lie. He does have some flaws in his personality, and his words are indeed quite harsh. He wasn't like this before. Several years ago, he had a conflict with a group of people and was taught a lesson. After that, his mouth started to become venomous."

However, this person does have his merits. After that incident several years ago, he has always been at the forefront of every mission, repeatedly facing life-or-death situations, which is how he achieved his current cultivation level. Otherwise, with his innate level one soul power, he wouldn't have been able to reach the second ring at such a young age.

Come on.

After Tangshan saw that his opponent had finally finished spewing his filth, he spoke calmly.

Gang Lie let out another cold snort, and then his martial spirit possessed him.

His martial soul was a bristling wild boar, possessing a certain defensive capability. Two soul rings, one white and one yellow, emerged from beneath his feet, undulating slowly along his body. His bristles protruded from his exposed skin, each hair as hard as a needle. Two long and sharp tusks grew from his mouth, gleaming with a cold, menacing light. His nose also rapidly swelled, transforming into a pig's snout, with several black hairs protruding from it, making him appear even more ferocious.

"Hey kid, take this bump from your grandpa!"

With a fierce roar, Gang Lie shouted, "First Soul Skill: Collision!"

A yellowish-brown light instantly enveloped his bulky body, a thick halo emanating from his skin. His defense and impact power surged dramatically. Then, with a fierce shrug, he lowered his head, his fangs pointing directly at Tangshan. With a powerful stomp, he charged towards Tangshan like a runaway heavy tank, the ground thumping under his feet.

Tang Shan's lips twitched slightly. Why did he have to shout it out when activating his soul skill? Didn't he feel embarrassed?

While his mind was wandering to random thoughts, Tang Shan reacted swiftly in reality, instinctively dodging to the side with the agility of a rabbit, trying to evade his opponent's attack.

疑！

As Tangshan moved, the fierce attack that was rushing towards him was slightly deflected, but it still crashed into him without the slightest deviation.

Does it have a built-in locking function?

Tang Shan quickly made a judgment. At this speed, it would be impossible for an ordinary Soul Master to change direction. In his eyes, Gang Lie was obviously an ordinary Soul Master. So the reason why the opponent was able to change the direction of the impact was obvious. It was an effect that came with the Soul Skill itself.

Since it can be locked, let me see where the limits of this locking are.

A strange smile appeared on Tang Shan's face, and a playful glint flashed in his eyes. His movements were no longer just simple dodges, but he began to move rapidly.

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Chapter 75 The Shock Brought by the Millennium Soul Ring, and the Severely Wounded Gang Lie

As Tangshan moved, Ganglie, enveloped in a yellow light, followed closely behind, never creating any distance.

Tang Shan dodged behind Gang Lie, but Gang Lie, enveloped by his soul skill, reacted extremely quickly and immediately turned around and charged towards him.

This time, Tangshan didn't plan to go around from the side again. He just stood there and watched as the yellow ball of light hurtled towards him with a strong wind.

A pungent, fishy smell mixed with the howling wind rushed towards him. Just as the ball of light was about to hit him, at the critical moment, Tang Shan suddenly leaped up.

He used the momentum of the Thousand-Pound Drop in mid-air, his body plummeting rapidly, his arms outstretched, reaching for the two thick, long fangs protruding from Ganglie's mouth.

However, the barrier formed by the yellow light blocked his movements. Tang Shan sighed helplessly and used the force of his fall to kick Gang Lie hard in the back, using the recoil to create distance.

Gang Lie finally realized that he had been completely fooled by Tang Shan. He was instantly enraged, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he was clearly furious.

"You little bastard, you're messing with me, aren't you! You xxxxx!"

A string of vulgarities came again, and Tang Shan's playful smile gradually faded, his face darkened, and he regained his composure.

I was planning to waste some more time with you, but since you're being so verbally abusive, don't blame me for being ruthless.

Ganglie was completely unaware that he had thoroughly enraged Tangshan. He was breathing heavily through his nostrils, and his second soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Earth Spike Technique!"

His roar echoed across the training ground.

"General Hong, your subordinate is quite interesting. He even shouted it out before releasing his soul skill, as if he was afraid others wouldn't know what skill he was going to use, right?"

When Xue Qinghe's teasing voice reached Hong Zhen's ears, his face darkened instantly.