Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 207 Infecting the Dance Silk Flower

"Whoosh!"

Just as Luo Guixing teleported himself to safety, a three-meter-long ice spear shot towards him, while several sharp swords attacked him from the other side.

How is that possible?

Luo Guixing had just used spatial teleportation, and his spatial martial soul was in a brief pause. He couldn't teleport again now.

As a user of a space elemental martial soul, he is not good at defense! Not to mention, he is currently being attacked from both sides.

A beam of white light appeared silently above Luo Guixing, blocking the falling ice spear and sword. Both vanished into the light as if they had disappeared into the sea.

The next moment, the white light enveloped Luo Guixing, pulling him to the side of the Holy Spirit Douluo. Eliminated!

"What a pity." Nan Fusheng sighed inwardly. If only the blade could have hit Luo Guixing, or at least scratched him.

I never expected the Holy Spirit Douluo to make a move. You've interfered with my important matter; you're doomed! Hmm, but I'll remember that for now.

Nan Fusheng's clone's fourth soul skill is called: Spirit Condensation. Of course, this is just to fool others.

In reality, this soul skill was given by a sub-body that split off from Nan Fusheng's main body's fourth soul spirit: the Violent Worm.

Its true function is that when someone is injured by these condensed items, the zombie virus contained within them will invade the human body, transforming into a latent virus that lies dormant within the body.

Then, the infected person's emotions are guided towards evil. When the negative emotions reach a certain level, they will transform into an Ox.

Of course, this ability also has its drawbacks. It requires the host to replenish the virus from time to time, otherwise it will just be a simple spiritual substance and will no longer have the ability to infect.

Although the spirit of the Tyrant Worm possesses the ability to infect, this ability is limited to Nan Fusheng absorbing the spirit's physical body and the Tyrant Worm itself.

The infected individuals, and their offspring, do not possess the ability to infect. This can be considered a minor flaw in this ability.

"However, there is still some gain." Thinking of this, Nan Fusheng glanced at Wu Siduo, who was bound by the tentacles he created with his spiritual energy. At this moment, a small amount of virus was slowly invading the girl's body through the tentacles.

Wu Siduo is indeed very strong, but unfortunately, the Spirit Threads are more about mental strength. If her Netherworld White Tiger were composed of two people, Nan Fusheng wouldn't have been able to capture her so easily.

This is also why a self-fused martial soul fusion skill is inferior to a dual-fused martial soul fusion skill. Although it can be performed by one person, it is still somewhat lacking in both endurance and mental resistance.

However, the advantage is that there is no burden of having a partner, and because it is a fusion of oneself, the fusion rate is 100%, which is a god-tier skill in the late game.

Presumably, the true power of this move will only be unleashed after Wu Siduo condenses her soul core.

Then, Nan Fusheng turned his gaze toward Fors.

"!!!"

At this moment, Zheng Qiaran stared blankly at Fors, who was standing very close to her. Although Fors was very close, at this distance, even she would have a hard time dodging the poisonous mist.

However, Zheng Qiaran had no such idea. Given Fors's physical condition, even if she was poisoned, he could have punched her before that happened.

She didn't think she could withstand Fors's punch, not to mention whether the poison would be effective was still unknown.

Not to mention, Fors was still stroking her face at that moment, even though she was being caressed by a pair of soft and delicate hands.

But Zheng Qia Ran felt her hair stand on end, as if a venomous snake was crawling all over her body.

Even though she was the one who played with the snake, Zheng Qiaran felt like crying. And if she remembered correctly, Fors's sexual orientation seemed to be somewhat problematic. She had overheard Fors's conversation with Xu Xiaoyan that day.

Fors may be abnormal, but her sexual orientation is perfectly normal!

"Hey, what are the others doing?" This was Zheng Qia Ran's inner thought. She was suffering so much here, why didn't the others come to help her? Where was Luo Guixing?

In this situation, isn't this exactly when his spatial regression comes into play?

At this point in the competition, it's clear to anyone with eyes that the outcome is already decided, with no suspense left.

"Stop!" Wu Changkong's icy voice echoed on the competition stage. Although it was a cold voice, it was no less than heavenly music to Zheng Qiaran at this moment.

"The match is over. Team Nan Fusheng has won." Wu Changkong stepped onto the stage and announced the result with a blank expression.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Qiaran hurriedly distanced himself from Fors and then staggered off the sparring platform.

Nan Fusheng also released Wu Siduo, who had been tied up. The girl was staring at him blankly, clearly still not recovered from her defeat.

The Holy Spirit Douluo emitted a beam of white light, which swept her up, and then also swept up the unconscious Yang Nianxia.

"You have half an hour to rest now, and then we'll start the final round of the selection competition," Wu Changkong said calmly to Nan Fusheng and the others.

"No need, Ms. Wu, let's just start the next round," Fors said calmly.

"Alright, in that case, the final match of the selection tournament. Nan Fusheng's team versus Tang Wulin's team."

Wu Changkong gave Fors a meaningful look. He knew this genius girl's temper very well, and since persuasion would be useless anyway, he readily agreed.

When Wu Changkong made the announcement, Tang Wulin and the others also began to walk onto the arena, and the eight people on both sides looked at each other.

"Hehe, Captain, I hope you can go easy on me." Xu Xiaoyan stuck out her tongue at Tang Wulin and said playfully.

"I should be saying that to you guys. Impressive, you kept it so well hidden!" Tang Wulin chuckled, the last sentence addressed to Nan Fusheng.

"Haha, I was only promoted this month. I was planning to give you all a surprise, but I didn't expect to be exposed under these circumstances," Nan Fusheng replied with a laugh.

The atmosphere between the two was not arrogant or domineering. After all, Nan Fusheng and Xu Xiaoyan were both work-study students and shared a dormitory, so their relationship was naturally good.

"You are strong, but we will not lose." At this moment, Ye Xinglan looked at Fors and said this with a burning gaze.

"Oh." Fors chuckled lightly. "Then let me see just how much you're really worth."

The atmosphere changed instantly. Tang Wulin's gaze shifted between Ye Xinglan and Fors, and finally he sighed. The atmosphere was quite nice originally, but he didn't expect Ye Xinglan to provoke Fors.

Ye Xinglan's personality is just like her martial spirit—straightforward and never mindful of her tone when she speaks.

Just like back then, he was angered by Ye Xinglan's arrogant attitude and the way she treated him to dinner as if she were doing him a favor by giving him the opportunity, which is why they had an unpleasant falling out.

(End of this chapter)