Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

Just as Meng Hongchen was stunned, an invisible slash swept past her side.

It wasn't aimed at her; it just grazed the edge of her school uniform and cut off a few strands of her hair.

But the oppressive feeling brought by that slash made the hairs on Meng Hongchen's body stand on end.

The second and third strikes followed in quick succession, precisely cutting off the trajectory of her poison mist and completely blocking her attack routes.

Before Meng Hongchen could even react, he was forced to retreat repeatedly by those slashes.

She tried to re-condense the poisonous mist, but each time it was cut off by the invisible slash, as if an invisible hand was controlling the entire battle.

Thirty seconds later.

Meng Hongchen was forced to the edge of the competition stage, with steps behind her.

She bit her lower lip, wanting to struggle a little more.

Then she felt a hand gently supporting her arm.

Lu Ren had already walked up to her without her noticing. He held her arm with one hand and used the other to shield her from the edge of the competition platform, preventing her from falling.

Meng Hongchen was stunned.

She looked up at the face so close to hers, her mind going completely blank.

Then Lu Ren used a little force to send her off the competition stage.

The moment Meng Hongchen's feet touched the ground, she was completely stunned.

She stood below the stage, watching the figure on the stage turn and walk back, her face filled with a look of utter despair.

The gap is too big.

Her poison had absolutely no effect on him.

His strikes, which could have easily defeated her, only blocked her attack routes and ultimately helped her off the stage.

Compare this to the treatment of Xiao Hongchen, who was blasted away with a single punch...

Meng Hongchen's face flushed slightly.

"Thank you."

She spoke softly, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.

Lu Ren didn't turn his head, but just waved his hand with his back to her.

Meng Hongchen stood there, watching his back, her red lips slightly biting.

On the referee's stand, Xuan Ziwen paused for a moment before announcing:

"Lu Ren wins."

Another uproar erupted in the stands.

"Did Meng Hongchen lose too?"

"You didn't even last thirty seconds?"

"Lu Ren didn't move an inch from the beginning, he didn't even take one hand out of his pocket!"

"What kind of monster is he?!"

But this time, there was something different in the discussions.

"However, he was quite gentle with Meng Hongchen..."

"Yes, Xiao Hongchen was sent flying, while Meng Hongchen was helped down. Isn't that blatant discrimination?"

"Nonsense, Meng Hongchen is a girl."

"And Meng Hongchen is so beautiful..."

"Aren't you guys missing the point? The point is, Lu Ren hasn't even activated his Martial Soul yet!"

The competition continues.

One challenger after another stepped onto the stage, and then one after another was sent off.

Lu Ren's opponents range from fourth-level Soul Masters with four rings to fifth-level Soul Masters with five rings, covering elites from all grades and fields at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

No one can last a minute.

No one can make him move an inch from where he is.

No one could force him to use his martial spirit.

His attack methods were always limited to two types: invisible slashes and occasional black flashes.

But these two attacks alone are enough to crush everyone.

In just one morning, Lu Ren set a record of thirty-six consecutive victories.

In all thirty-six matches, his opponents suffered complete defeats without exception.

Such intense, continuous combat would exhaust anyone.

But Lu Ren stood on the stage, breathing steadily, his expression normal, and he didn't even break a sweat.

For him, these thirty-six battles were nothing more than thirty-six warm-ups.

In the stands, the initial shock had turned into numbness.

"We've already won 36 straight games..."

"When exactly will he get tired?"

"Is this person a perpetual motion machine?"

"Did you guys notice that he didn't use any soul skills from beginning to end?"

"He hasn't even activated his Martial Soul yet!"

"So, are his spirit rings just for show?"

"Even a mere decoration like your spirit rings can crush us? Then what are we?"

On the referee's stand, Xuan Ziwen had already given up recording.

He just stared intently at Lu Ren, his fervor growing stronger in his eyes.

He was determined to find out this kid's secret.

On the podium, Lin Jiayi's mouth was stretched from ear to ear.

Thirty-six consecutive wins.

A crushing 36-game winning streak.

He brought such a prodigy into the academy; that's a feat he can boast about for a lifetime.

Then Lin Jiayi came to Jing Hongchen's side and whispered:

"Master, should we arrange for the people of Mingde Hall to fight him?"

Jing Hongchen stood with his hands behind his back by the window, overlooking the entire trial ground.

His expression appeared relatively calm, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his inner turmoil.

"It seems that level four and five soul masters are no match for him. In that case, let's send in a disciple from Mingde Hall and have a level six soul master test his skills."

Jing Hongchen tried her best to make her voice sound calm enough.

"Understood, I will arrange it immediately."

Lin Jiayi left.

Jing Hongchen took a deep breath.

Thirty-six games, all victories.

And this kid is still at full strength.

Jing Hongchen has been teaching for decades and has seen countless geniuses.

But a prodigy like Lu Ren is someone I've never even heard of, let alone seen.

"As expected, I was right."

……

The competition continued until the sunlight in the training ground gradually slanted westward, and the golden halo shone through the soul guide window in the dome, making Lu Ren's shadow appear long and slender.

The seventy-seventh challenger clutched his chest, staggered off the stage, and the soul power spilling from his mouth carried a faint burnt smell. His proud level-six defensive soul tool had been cut into scrap metal by the invisible slash, and even his protective soul power had been shattered.

"Lu Ren wins! Seventy-seven consecutive wins!"

Xuan Ziwen's voice had long lost its initial impatience, replaced by an irrepressible fervor.

He stared intently at Lu Ren, his pen gliding rapidly across the notepad, filling it with dense notes such as "invisible slash," "black light suspected to be spatial distortion," and "endurance without consumption." The dark circles under his eyes seemed to fade a bit due to his excitement.

He was now like an ordinary man seeing a beautiful woman, or a Soul Master seeing the rarest Soul Tool blueprints, filled with curiosity and curiosity about Lu Ren.

The audience had long since lost their initial gasps of surprise, leaving only a numb sense of awe.

From dawn to afternoon, Lu Ren stood in the center of the arena, facing seventy-seven challengers.

From level six Soul Masters with six rings to level four Soul Masters with four rings, without exception, they all lost.

What's even more terrifying is that he didn't activate his martial soul once, didn't light up a single soul ring, and didn't even dodge a single breath.

Those high-intensity battles that would exhaust an ordinary Soul Master seemed like nothing more than a leisurely stroll for him.

The black flashes of his fists remained sharp, his invisible strikes precise, and his face always wore a faint composure, showing no sign of fatigue.

"Is he even human? He's been fighting at high intensity for half a day straight, and he's completely fine? He doesn't look tired or weak at all!"

"Is his soul power inexhaustible? Even a Soul Emperor couldn't withstand such a dense battle!"

"Did you guys notice? He didn't even break a sweat! That level six soul master's soul-guided cannon just now hit him, and he didn't even dodge. It's like the shockwave didn't even touch him!"

A buzz of discussion arose, but no one dared to question it anymore; only pure awe remained.

On the platform, Jing Hongchen stood with his hands behind his back, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his cuffs.

The turbulent waves in his eyes had long since subsided, replaced by an unfathomable solemnity and ecstasy.

With no energy consumption and overwhelming combat power, even a level 6 Soul Master is no match for him, despite being only a fourth-level Soul Master.

This was the result of his later decision to send Mingdetang disciples to fight, and the situation remained the same.

This is no genius; he is clearly a war god bestowed upon the Sun and Moon Empire by the heavens.

It seems he truly has an arrogant confidence; no wonder he dared to make a deal with me.

"Lin Jiayi." Jing Hongchen's voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Your subordinate is here!"

Lin Jiayi bowed immediately, having long lost his initial composure.

"Call Ji Juechen over."

Jing Hongchen's gaze fell on the figure who remained standing firm in the arena.

"It's time to let him give it a try."

"Yes."