Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

Zhu Zhuqing turned her head sharply, almost dropping the kebab in her mouth.

"No way! I only ate this little bit!"

The voice just fell.

"belch--"

A crisp burp suddenly escaped from Zhu Zhuqing's mouth.

At this moment, there was complete silence.

Zhu Zhuqing froze instantly.

Lin Ye had his head down, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Damn it, what are you laughing at!"

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's face had turned pink.

"I didn't laugh."

You're clearly smiling!

"I'm enduring it."

"Lin Ye, you big bad guy!!"

Zhu Zhuqing stomped her feet in anger, then turned and left.

However, when passing by a stall selling osmanthus cake,

Her pace slowed down again.

They began to stare at them again.

Lin Ye: "..."

He then went straight over and bought two pieces, handing one to her.

"Eat up, don't waste the food you've already eaten, as the ancients said."

Zhu Zhuqing snorted while biting into the osmanthus cake, but did not refute it.

Then she suddenly asked.

"Lin Ye, do you know that girl?"

"Not familiar with it," Lin Ye said casually, taking a bite of the osmanthus cake.

"We've only met once."

"……oh."

Zhu Zhuqing did not ask any further questions.

But Lin Ye noticed that she was biting the osmanthus cake much faster.

"Let's go, you've rested enough."

Lin Ye looked up at the sky; dusk had already fallen.

"We'll register for another match tonight."

As night fell, the Heavenly Battle Arena was brightly lit.

The number of people at night venues has doubled compared to the daytime.

Nobles, gamblers, and soul masters flocked in, and the stands were packed with people.

Lin Ye and Zhu Zhuqing returned to the registration window.

"Two-on-two, sign up."

"There are three more shows in the Iron Soul night show, on station number seven, show number one."

"That's it."

After registering, the two walked towards the passage.

At the same time, in a corner of the stands of Arena Seven, a figure was leaning against a stone pillar with his arms crossed.

It was Yu Tianheng.

He did not tell Dugu Yan that he was coming.

But he had to come.

"Lin Ye..."

Yu Tianheng curled his lips in disdain.

"Let me see what makes you so special that Yan Yan thinks so highly of you."

In his view, the match during the day was nothing special.

How can you defeat a level 38 Iron Soul fighter without activating your Martial Soul?

This only shows that the opponent was too weak, it doesn't prove anything.

True strength is determined by one's martial spirit and spirit rings.

As for the two thousand-year soul rings?

He didn't believe it.

A level 37 Soul Master possesses two thousand-year Soul Rings?

Unless all the rules of Douluo Continent are changed.

"Kid, it's time you revealed your martial spirit tonight."

Yu Tianheng's gaze was fixed on the entrance to the passage.

"The moment you're exposed, let's see how Yan Yan will speak up for you then."

Just then, the referee's booming voice echoed across the arena:

"Match 12! Two-on-two Showdown!"

"Red Team: Level 37 Lin Ye, Level 28 Zhu Zhuqing!"

"Blue Team: Level 39 Yu Tieshan, Level 35 Liu Qing!"

The moment Lin Ye and Zhu Zhuqing stepped onto the Soul Battle Platform from the passage, someone in the stands recognized them.

"It's them! The pair who won this afternoon without even activating their martial spirits!"

"That kid's here! Isn't he going to activate his martial spirit tonight?"

"And that beautiful female partner... I came here specifically for her!"

The noise was constant.

On the opposite side, the two opponents had already taken their positions.

On the left is Yu Tieshan, a burly man with a thick beard, nearly two meters tall, exuding a calm and composed aura.

Level 39, just one step away from becoming a Soul Master.

On the right, Liu Qing was a lean, middle-aged man, level thirty-five, twirling a short knife in his hand, with a sinister look in his eyes.

At that moment, someone in the audience recognized them.

"Look, look! It's Yu Tieshan and Liu Qing, those two ruthless guys!"

"I heard they are extremely cruel to their opponents; after a match, the opponent is basically crippled."

"And even if they can't win on the field, they'll still try to save face off the field!"

"That kid's in trouble now."

Yu Tieshan glanced at Lin Ye and said in a deep voice:

"So you're the kid who won the match this afternoon without activating your martial spirit?"

"Um."

"And tonight?" Yu Tieshan's eyes sharpened.

"Still not planning to activate your Martial Soul?"

"tonight?"

Lin Ye tilted his head slightly.

"Tonight is different."

Yu Tieshan frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Ye did not answer.

"Both sides, prepare! Release your Martial Souls!" the referee commanded.

Yu Tieshan was the first to make a move.

"Red Rock Giant Ape, Possessed!"

A thick, red soul force surged from his body, and crimson fur sprouted from under his skin.

His arms instantly grew larger, and his knuckles became thicker.

Then three spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple.

This is the standard configuration for a level 39 Soul Master.

"Wind Serpent, possess me!"

Liu Qing's figure suddenly became slender, his legs slightly bent, and a layer of wind blade appeared on the short knife in his hand.

Similarly, the three spirit rings slowly lit up.

In general,

One of them is a power-type main attacker, and the other is a speed-type support player.

This combination is several levels better than Niu Dali and Zhou Hai during the day.

In a corner of the stands, Yu Tianheng's gaze sharpened slightly.

"A level 39 Crimson Rock Giant Ape, this combination is not weak."

"I'd like to see how you handle this."

However, just as everyone's attention was focused on the red team,

Lin Ye gave the order!

"Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, possess me!"

hum! !

A strong, black, malevolent aura erupted from Lin Ye's body in an instant!

Purple lightning crackled and surged wildly around him!

The gale spread outwards from him, whipping up dust and gravel from the fighting arena several meters high!

An extremely malevolent aura that was suffocating instantly spread out!

That aura was extremely fierce.

Even Yu Tieshan, who was on the other side, subconsciously took half a step back, his expression changing drastically.

"What... what kind of martial soul is this?!"

The previously noisy audience in the stands instantly fell silent.

Those spectators near the arena felt a chill run down their spines and their hair stood on end.

"This aura... how can it be so terrifying?"

"Why do I feel... my martial spirit trembling?"

However, an even bigger shock was yet to come.

Three soul rings slowly rose from beneath Lin Ye's feet.

First.

Purple.

Millennium Soul Ring!

"A purple spirit ring? The first spirit ring is a thousand years old?"

The second one is still purple.

Millennium Soul Ring!

"Two purple spirit rings?! Two thousand-year spirit rings?!"

"How is this possible! He's only level 37!"

At this moment, some people in the stands had already stood up.

When Lin Ye's third spirit ring lit up, the entire No. 7 Soul Arena erupted in chaos!

black.

A pitch-black color.

It is a ten-thousand-year-old soul ring.

Holy crap!!!

"A ten-thousand-year spirit ring! That's a ten-thousand-year spirit ring!"

"Two purple and one black! Level 37 and already has two purple and one black spirit rings? Am I seeing things?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could a level 37 being absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring? This defies common sense!"

At this moment, the noise, screams, and arguments from the crowd mingled together, almost lifting the roof off.

On the Soul Battle Stage, Yu Tieshan and Liu Qing were completely frozen in place.

Yu Tieshan was utterly shocked!

Liu Qing almost dropped the dagger in his hand.

In the corner of the stands,

Yu Tianheng was struck dumb, frozen in place as if by lightning.

He leaned forward, gripping the stone railing in front of him tightly with both hands.

The knuckles are turning white.

Two purple and one black.

It really is two purples and one black.

"How...how could this be..."

Yu Tianheng's lips trembled slightly.

He is a direct disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Level 39.

Two yellows and one purple.

This is already considered top-tier among its peers.

But the boy in front of him, who was of a lower level, had a spirit ring of such quality that he could crush him to dust.

Two purples and one black against two yellows and one purple.

"This is impossible..."