Douluo Continent: Ultimate Sea God Dragon, Inheriting Two Godhoods

Chapter 122 is too brutal! (Please subscribe!)

"Dare to underestimate me! Then you'll pay the price!"

Seeing this, the referee said no more.

The moment he stepped down, "Roar—"

A furious roar, like that of a gorilla, erupted from his body as he took a sudden step forward, the ground beneath his feet seemingly trembling slightly. Then, with terrifying power, Talon charged forward like a cannonball!

"The price? What a joke."

Tyrone's words seemed to amuse him.

Look at Tyrone's menacing appearance—

"If you don't believe me, then let your actions speak for themselves."

Ouyang Ling looked arrogant at this moment. He said he wouldn't use the Martial Soul Possession technique, so he wouldn't use it.

Seeing that Yu Feng and his group had already clashed with the other students from Blue Tyrant Academy, he raised his right hand and slapped Tai Long, who was rushing towards him.

"hateful!"

At this moment, Talon was completely enraged!

No one has ever looked down on him like this!

Then the second spirit ring lit up, and "Explosive Might" was activated!

The yellow spirit ring shone brightly, and the explosive power contained in his fist swept towards Ouyang Ling with a gust of wind, smashing his fist into the palm that was coming at him.

Today, I'm going to break this arm of yours!

That's what Tyrone thought to himself.

But the result was that, at the moment the fist and palm collided, "bang!"

Just moments ago, Tyrone had been displaying an aggressive demeanor, but now he was sent flying as if on a cloud, slapped away by Ouyang Ling. His fist was bent, his fingers were broken, and he flew more than ten meters before crashing heavily onto the ring.

Clearly, it wasn't Ouyang Ling who suffered a loss.

This sudden turn of events left all the audience speechless, unable to believe that what they were seeing was real.

But the next second, "Oh my god! Am I seeing things!?"

"One slap! Just one simple slap! And he flew through the air, spinning! Holy crap!"

"That's a power-type Soul Master!"

"————"

In the stands, the initial skepticism about whether "that Soul Master was truly arrogant" was instantly replaced by an even louder chorus of exclamations. Each exclamation was filled with disbelief and horror!

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Ouyang Ling. His performance plunged the entire Great Soul Arena into a strange sense of horror.

At this moment, Ouyang Ling threw a disdainful look at Tai Long and shook his wrist, saying, "It feels really good to hit people without using my martial soul."

Just then, with Jiangzhu's help, Tailong managed to get up and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although he coughed up blood, it felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. His pale face also changed drastically, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Even when his gaze met Ouyang Ling's disdainful eyes, he felt an indescribable, terrifying sense of oppression wash over him. It was as if he were facing a savage behemoth; his heart nearly leaped out of his chest, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

"This...this is impossible!? I don't believe it!"

Suddenly, he roared in a seemingly frantic manner, as if that could dispel the fear in his heart.

Seeing his teammates struggling to hold on, even collapsing one by one, he pushed Jiangzhu's arm away and roared at her, "Jiangzhu, heal me!"

Immediately afterwards, a healing light entered his body.

"Golden Ape Body! Explosive Power!"

Talon unleashed his full power and charged forward once again!

But to Ouyang Ling, this was like children playing. The moment he rushed in front of Ouyang Ling, he was met with a kick!

"Bang"

It kicked Tyrone squarely in the face.

In that instant, all the thoughts in his mind seemed to vanish.

Before he could even react, "Bang—"

—

Suddenly, a large hand gripped the back of his head tightly. With an immense force that he couldn't resist, Tyrone's entire face slammed into the ring floor, instantly causing him to bleed profusely from his head.

Even though he tried to struggle, he was firmly suppressed and unable to move.

"asshole!"

"Oh? You still have the energy to curse?"

Hearing Tailong's mutterings and curses, Ouyang Ling's lips curled slightly. Then, she suddenly exerted force.

"Bang bang bang"

At that moment, Tyrone was treated like a rag doll, being slammed repeatedly onto the stage by Ouyang Ling. Each slam left a deep crater until his eyes rolled back and he completely lost consciousness.

As for the others from Blue Tyrant Academy—just five Soul Masters—they were already dealt with by Yu Feng and his group.

"Stop! We surrender!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, and that Talon was about to die, the teacher in charge of Blue Tyrant Academy hurriedly shouted to the referee and rushed onto the stage to stop it.

Now, after witnessing this match, the 80,000 spectators in the entire Grand Arena are completely silent.

brutal!

That's so brutal!

It was a one-sided massacre!

And the others are alright, but that captain—

Those spectators who were close by couldn't help but lean out, wanting to get a clear look at the competition venue.

after all--

Did they really kill him?

"Referee, I want to file a complaint!"

Seeing that among all the students, only Tyrone was covered in blood and had broken bones, the Blue Tyrant Academy team leader roared angrily at the referee!

"That guy wasn't competing at all; he was killing people! Maybe it was a personal attack!"

The shout from the Blue Tyrant Academy team leader brought the referee back to his senses, and he looked sternly at Ouyang Ling.

"Ouyang Ling! This is a competition!"

"Why did you have to be so cruel?!"

Unexpectedly, when questioned by the referee, Ouyang Ling opened his arms and adopted an innocent posture.

"Look at what you're saying. I'm a Soul Master, yet I haven't even possessed a Martial Soul. If this isn't enough, you might as well make me tie my own hands and feet."

Finally, he even added a chillingly blunt statement: "Besides, I thought he was very strong."

"this--"

These words left the referee stunned.

After hearing what Ouyang Ling said, he suddenly felt that what he said made a lot of sense! After all, a Soul Master hadn't even used his Martial Soul. If he was to go easy on him, he might as well not let him go on stage at all.

After being choked, he mentally completed a self-justifying judgment based on Ouyang Ling's words, glanced at the unconscious Tai Long, and could only silently shake his head.

Or maybe this contestant is just too bad.

So he said nothing more, ignoring the indignant but equally speechless teacher leading the Blue Tyrant Academy team. Taking a deep breath, he announced the final result to the entire audience: "The first match of the first round of the preliminaries, Team Two of Heavenly Dou Royal Academy wins."

Seeing this, Ouyang Ling gave Ye Lingleng a look.

Ye Lingling immediately understood.

The blooming of the nine-hearted begonia and the falling petals immediately healed most of the severely injured Tailong.

What a great treatment after the injection!

Seeing this, the teacher in charge of the Blue Tyrant Academy's team gradually calmed down. After a long moment of complicated expression, he managed to utter two words with difficulty, "Thank you."

Ouyang Ling: ————

See, he even has to thank us.

On the VIP platform, "Bishop Salas, what do you think?"

After watching the first match, Ning Fengzhi looked at the expressionless Salas with a gentle smile. "The strength that the Heaven Dou Royal Academy has shown this time is in no way inferior to your Martial Soul Academy team."

"Is that so?"

However, Salas didn't seem to care. He replied calmly, "Then I'll wait and see."

Meanwhile, on the other side, "You're really terrifying!"

"I even suspect that if we all came up together and took you one-on-one, we probably wouldn't be a match for you."

"Then you don't need to doubt it, it's just not enough."

Ouyang Ling responded without any politeness, then glanced at Feng Xiaotian, who had come to visit again, out of the corner of her eye. "Also, why do you keep coming here to drop by? Or is there something you need from me?"

"Don't be ungrateful."

Feng Xiaotian leaned against the wall, his words heavy with seriousness. "I'm here to remind you that the guy you beat up so badly is from the Power Clan."

"Their family is extremely protective of their own. If you hit the younger one, the older ones will come, and even the eldest will. If it's not necessary, you'd better avoid them."

"Avoid it?" Ouyang Ling retorted. "Do they really dare to make a move during the competition?"

"Not inside the city."

Feng Xiaotian shook his head, but then changed the subject, "But it's not necessarily the same once we get outside the city. Because if I were in that situation, I would do the same thing."

"Outside the city—"

Ouyang Ling nodded thoughtfully.

"Thanks for reminding me."

"Hey, no need to thank me."

However, what Feng Xiaotian didn't know was that Ouyang Ling's "thank you for reminding me" was not the same as what he thought, and even had a completely different meaning.

Evening, the Martial Soul Temple in Tiandou City.

In an extremely luxurious room, the Platinum Bishop Salas sat behind a desk, on which lay a document—

The document contained all the information about Ouyang Ling.

Everything he could find was here.

Clearly, when Ning Fengzhi asked the question, his inner thoughts were far from the calm that appeared on his face.

Without activating his Martial Soul, he effortlessly and casually beat up a high-level Strength-type Soul Master throughout the entire process.

This should at least be a powerful offensive Soul Emperor.

But all of this has been accomplished by a mere Soul Master!

Salas was even more shocked when he learned Ouyang Ling's real age!

Completely surpasses the records of all previous Soul Masters!

He even discovered through investigation that Ouyang Ling seemed to be only one step away from the level 50 threshold.

If he really breaks through—

16 years old!

Soul King!

Suddenly, Ning Fengzhi's words at the opening ceremony quietly struck Salas's heart.

Then he shook his head violently and forcefully shook her off.

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

However, although he said that, he had already started writing. Then, a black five-pointed star mark flashed in his pupils.

"This matter must be told to His Holiness the Pope."

The champion's reward is three ten-thousand-year-old soul bones. If they are lost, the Spirit Hall will suffer a huge financial loss.

Therefore, once it is determined that Ouyang Ling is a stumbling block, then this potential threat must be eliminated!