Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

Yan walked slowly towards him, each step seemingly in sync with Yu Xiaoxuan's heart. At this moment, the latter looked at the approaching Flame Demon God and unconsciously trembled with fear.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Martial Soul flickered and rippled, and he felt the suppression of the dragon's might from the golden earth dragon soul surrounding the opponent.

It's truly laughable. As a true dragon, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, even if its bloodline hasn't been developed to the level of a true dragon, at least has that level of bloodline. Now, it's actually afraid of a soul of an earth dragon. A true dragon is actually being suppressed by an earth dragon.

"The first punch."

Yan's steps seemed slow but were actually fast, shrinking the distance to an inch with each step covering a distance of ten feet. In just a few steps, he arrived in front of Yu Xiaoxuan and threw a punch, leaving the latter with no choice but to react hastily.

At this moment, neither of them used their soul skills. Their bodies collided, a pure physical collision, a clash between Thunder Dragon Claw and Golden Dragon Fist, a struggle between dazzling blue lightning and golden dragon flames.

Lightning flashed and flames soared. No one expected to see this scene. The battle between the Blue Lightning Dragon Soul and the Golden Dragon Soul reignited and instantly escalated to a fever pitch.

Yan threw a second punch quickly, and the two collided again. Yu Xiaoxuan's newly healed wound burst open, and blood began to flow. Wounds began to appear on the man's body.

"Oh!"

Another wave of force emanated from Yan's fist, causing Yu Xiaoxuan's right knee to buckle and slam into the arena floor. His arms, which had transformed into dragon shapes, were now trembling uncontrollably.

Just like the chubby boy earlier, Yu Xiaoxuan was now in a miserable state, with dragon scales scattered all over his arms and blood splattering, staining the ground red.

"For the sake of your family, I'll spare your life with this third punch. Just remember not to talk nonsense in the future."

Yan threw another punch, and this time the force of the punch alone was enough to overwhelm Yu Xiaoxuan. The latter was sent flying, his powerful dragon body crashing to the ground.

The entire arena was completely silent at this moment; no one had expected such a terrifying scene to unfold.

Three punches, just three punches, and Yu Xiaoxuan, a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan who fought all the way to the semi-finals like a god of war, was actually easily defeated by the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

On the arena, Yan Ao stood tall, while Yu Xiaoxuan collapsed three steps away, his body trembling and unable to rise. This was only his first move in the entire Elite Tournament, yet even this one strike instilled fear in everyone.

Chapter 204 The Finals

"Look at the Holy Son's spirit ring, how is that possible?"

"Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, am I seeing things? Five spirit rings, a five-ring spirit king. If I remember correctly, the Holy Son is only fifteen years old."

"There are two purple ones, but what about the yellow ones? There should be two yellow ones too."

"A fifteen-year-old Soul King, this is the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. No wonder the Spirit Hall didn't let him take action before; there was no need for him to."

"I heard before that when we were in Heaven Dou City, there was a Soul Douluo-level expert who wanted to assassinate this Holy Son. I didn't quite believe it before, but now I do."

"Such a young Soul King powerhouse will surely become a Title Douluo in the future. He will be a nightmare for the younger generation of the two great empires."

"This generation of young people is under too much pressure. There is such a huge mountain hanging over their heads, and they can't see the direction to pursue."

……

In the central arena area of ​​Wuhun City, as the battle between Yan and Yu Xiaoxuan came to an end, everyone's eyes were inevitably fixed on that proud figure standing in the entire arena.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black—five bright spirit rings pulsed around the young man. A five-ringed Spirit King, placed in any imperial army, would be a powerful spirit master capable of becoming a general with real power and receiving a noble title; a true powerhouse on the continent.

However, for the top figures on the continent, a Soul King is nothing special. But this depends on the situation. An ordinary Soul King is nothing to the big shots who influence the continent's situation, but a fifteen-year-old Soul King is terrifying.

On the platform, Emperor Xueye subconsciously exchanged a glance with Prince Xuexing, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in their eyes.

Emperor Xueye couldn't help but think of a passage that Yan had once said in the Heaven Dou Empire. He remembered it very clearly. The Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a legendary powerhouse who had been in seclusion for many years, said that he had commented on this Holy Son, saying that he would definitely break through to the title within thirty years.

At the time, Emperor Xueye took it as boasting by a young man. After all, according to the age of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, within thirty years, wouldn't that mean becoming a Title Douluo before the age of forty-five? In his memory, only Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo, had such an achievement.

Emperor Xueye acknowledged that Yan possessed immense threat and talent, but he had previously found it hard to believe that one person could achieve such great success in multiple areas. However, at this moment, he believed it, and his killing intent rekindled within him.

"Your Majesty, it's best not to overthink things."

As Emperor Xueye's thoughts raced, a cold snort suddenly rang in his ears, like a thunderclap in spring, leaving his head buzzing. He gasped for breath, barely managing to recover a little, when Bibi Dong's voice sounded beside him again.

"Thank you for the reminder, Pope."

Emperor Xueye stared at the young woman who looked to be no more than thirty years old not far away, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. Only now did he realize that this Pope of the Spirit Hall seemed to be a Title Douluo as well. How old was she?

"Ten years ago, Tang Hao suddenly appeared out of nowhere. At the age of forty-four, he broke through to the Title Douluo level and killed Qian Xunji, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, causing this behemoth to lose face. Everyone thought that Pope Bibi Dong had risen to power through connections, but it seems that everyone was wrong."

On the other side beside Bibi Dong, the emperor of the Star Luo Empire also felt a sense of fear. As a Soul Douluo-level expert, he could feel Bibi Dong's strength more directly than Emperor Xue Ye. "She is definitely a Title Douluo, and she has been breaking through for more than just a year or two."

Everyone on the continent thought that the youngest Title Douluo was Tang Hao, but many people, including myself, hadn't paid attention to Bibi Dong before. The Spirit Hall was hiding something; what a terrifying thought…

At this moment, everyone inside and outside the podium was shocked, although the reasons for their shock were different. After a period of silence, a deafening roar erupted inside and outside the arena, with countless people shouting "Long live the Holy Son!" and "Long live the Spirit Hall!"

This Spirit City is Spirit Hall territory, so naturally there are many Spirit Hall supporters. With the Spirit Hall representatives winning a great victory, there will certainly be no shortage of cheerers.

On the platform, behind Emperor Xueye, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe of Tiandou looked at the incredibly fanatical believers in all directions, and for the first time, his heart wavered.

His father once said that the Spirit Hall had begun to gain absolute support and influence not only among the Spirit Masters but also among ordinary people. He didn't quite believe it at first, but at this moment, he believed it and was also afraid.

The powerful Spirit Hall would be the enemy he had to face. And that incredibly strong guy on the arena would be his main opponent. Just thinking about it made him feel immense pressure. His mind raced, but he couldn't think of any way to win.

On the arena, Yan basked in the applause and cheers from all directions, standing like an invincible demon god in front of Yu Xiaoxuan, coldly saying, "You should admit defeat."

Of course, you can continue to be proud and be your dragon, instead of admitting defeat and becoming a dog. But at least that way, you can survive and keep your life.

"You... bastard. The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall can defeat me, but you think you can make me submit? Not a chance!"

"Oh!"

Before Yu Xiaoxuan could finish his harsh words, Yan's unfinished punch was met with another burst of force, slamming into his side and sending him flying, tumbling and crashing to the ground.

"You can continue, anyway, I haven't finished this punch yet, let's see if I can kill you."

Dust billowed on the arena, and amidst the swirling dust, Yu Xiaoxuan, who lay prone on the ground, heard Yan's impatient voice. At that moment, his heart was filled with fear, "This guy, how dare he? I am a descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect."

"I concede."

Yu Xiaoxuan clenched his fists involuntarily, but his keen senses told him that the blazing fireball before him, the very bastard Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, was something he couldn't possibly contend with. In the end, he chose to follow his heart.

"Ha... Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, the pride of the dragon, is nothing but a joke. What pride do they have? They've just not had their spines broken yet."

Yan sneered disdainfully. Although his voice wasn't loud, many powerful figures above the Soul Saint level were present both inside and outside the plaza. With their keen hearing, they naturally heard his words clearly. At that moment, countless eyes converged on the podium.

"The Spirit Hall is going too far."

On the platform, Yu Yuanzhen, standing next to Ning Fengzhi, clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, whether from anger or something else, it was unclear. But even if he was furious, he could only hold it in at this moment.

One reason he couldn't attack the younger generation was that he could sense at least ten equally powerful auras locking onto him the moment he clenched his fist and his soul power became disordered. Even with his pride, he had to admit that if he attacked, he would surely die.

Yan had just stepped off the arena and was about to head to his seat in the Spirit Hall to be his water boy when suddenly a figure radiating domineering spirit power appeared in front of him, preparing to walk onto the arena in the opposite direction.

"Your Highness, Holy Son."

Prince Dai Wuji of the Star Luo Empire, captain of the Star Luo Royal Team, called out to Yan. When Yan turned his gaze to him, a bright smile appeared on his face. "I am looking forward to tomorrow's competition, the contest between you and me."

"Oh. Well, let's talk about that after you win this match."

Yan's expression remained calm, without revealing much change in demeanor. After a moment, he replied with a single sentence, then strode forward again, passing Dai Wuji before sitting down next to the little fox to receive cheers and laughter.

"Hehe... Although the things he has to do are fraught with difficulties, at least he can see hope. I really envy this lucky guy."

Dai Wuji sighed inwardly, then strode onto the arena. Opposite him, the second seed of the Tian Dou team, Zhi Duoxing of the Tian Qing Teng Martial Soul, had been waiting for a long time.

In the Martial Soul Team's seats, Hu Liena, holding Yan's arm, seemed to be asserting her ownership. She leaned closer with her petite body and whispered, "Brother Yan, how long do you think this arrogant guy with such a smug name can last against that golden-haired tiger?"

"Probably less than thirty rounds."

After thinking for a moment, Yan gave this answer and then explained: "This Zhiduoxing is not weak, but the Dai Wuji he is facing has a level 49 peak soul power cultivation, a top-level beast martial soul, the White Tiger, plus rich combat experience he has cultivated since childhood."

From all perspectives, the Wise Star has only one advantage: on the arena, the probability of his strong control skills missing is low. He can delay Dai Wuji for a few more rounds, but that only buys him some more time.

While Yan was talking to the little fox, the battle on the arena had reached a fever pitch. Dai Mubai started by using his second soul skill, White Tiger Protective Barrier, to build up defense, followed by his third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, which he obtained from the Thousand-Year Vajra Tiger.

With these two soul skills stacked on top of each other, Dai Wuji's muscles swelled and black horizontal lines appeared on his skin. During the half-hour transformation, his resistance to abnormal statuses, as well as his attack power, defense power, and strength, all doubled simultaneously.

The biggest increase was naturally in his defense. Tigers, unlike dragons and turtles, do not have hard defenses such as scales and shells. Their defense is relatively weak among top-tier martial souls in the early stages, so his initial soul skills focused on improving his defense.

Both his first and third soul skills specifically enhance his defense, instantly transforming Dai Wuji into a mobile war chariot, charging straight towards the direction of Zhiduoxing.

Despite feeling a little panicked when facing the aggressive Dai Wuji, Zhiduoxing still unleashed four of his soul skills to restrict and counter him: Resilience, Parasite, Bloodlust Entanglement, and Wild Growth.

Of his four soul skills, the first one amplifies his own martial soul quality and increases his resistance to alien energy. The other three are all derived from some highly aggressive plant-type soul beasts, and each is a unique control-type attack skill.

The parasitic seeds rapidly expanded and spread, and the Azure Vine spread across the entire area in an instant. Then, the Azure Vine, glowing with blood-red light, frantically coiled and lashed at Dai Wuji, who was charging towards it. In the process, it continued to grow and expand its territory.

The strategist's plan was simple: to use his four soul skills to control the entire arena, leaving Dai Wuji with no way to dodge. However, he misjudged one thing: Dai Wuji never intended to dodge.

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

As Dai Wuji charged forward, he instantly unleashed his fourth soul skill, White Tiger Meteor Shower. Countless fist-sized golden orbs shot forward to clear a path and attack. The scorching golden orbs seemed endless, and each orb possessed one-tenth of Dai Wuji's attack power.

Under this wide-range, targeted attack, a golden light path was torn open in front of Dai Wuji, the target of which was none other than Zhiduoxing on the other side of the arena.

The latter remained calm in this situation, quickly avoiding its original position and preparing to move, then controlling the Azure Vine to gather again to protect itself.

However, Dai Wuji would not give him another chance. When the two were at their closest point, Dai Wuji's second spirit ring shone, and he suddenly spat out a ball of milky white light. The White Tiger Blazing Light Wave instantly annihilated all the Azure Vine in front of him.

Zhiduoxing was about to struggle again using his martial spirit when Dai Wuji pierced through his body with a tiger claw and lifted him up. Blood gushed out and his face turned deathly pale.

"I concede."

Zhiduoxing felt his strength rapidly draining away, and fear surged into his heart like a tide. Under the shadow of death, he used his last bit of strength to shout that he had given up, and hurriedly tried to break free by bracing his hands on the tiger's claw.

"You really are a smart person."

Dai Wuji sneered and abandoned his opponent. Logically speaking, the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire should have been allies when facing the Spirit Hall, but their enmity was actually greater. If there was an opportunity to cripple the other's genius on the field, Dai Wuji would not miss it.

In the Martial Soul Team's seats, Yan and Hu Liena got up to prepare. Before leaving, Yan glanced in Dai Wuji's direction with a slight smile, "It's only been less than ten rounds. It seems he's establishing his authority. I'm looking forward to tomorrow's match."

……

The next morning, as the sunlight shone on the podium, and the referee announced the start of the individual finals, two figures landed on the stage one after the other. The two stood facing each other, their auras surging through the sky, each releasing an extremely powerful presence.

"Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, come on, let me see what other trump cards you have up your sleeve."

Dai Wuji still instantly released his first and third soul skills to stack himself. Within half an hour of skill duration, his various stats increased exponentially, not inferior to top-tier offensive soul kings. He truly had some ability to compete with Yan.

In the arena, the most outstanding performers have never been the control types that some so-called masters praise. The true mainstream of the Soul Master world has always been the offensive types.

For a Soul Master specializing in offensive attacks, the quality of their Martial Soul is extremely important. Although most Martial Souls can follow an offensive route, only top-tier Martial Souls can truly reach the pinnacle of offensive attacks.

The powerful attack type, which is relatively well-balanced in all aspects, has reached the top level in terms of speed, strength and defense in its individual form. A powerful attack type soul master is absolutely invincible in its class.

Dai Wuji is definitely an outstanding offensive-type Soul Master, but he is facing Yan, a genuine top-tier offensive-type Soul King. In a one-on-one situation, he has never been afraid.

With his fourth soul skill, Flash, golden dragon flames swept across his entire body, and the golden dragon soul seemed to move across his right arm like a tattoo. When the two fists collided, the entire arena was instantly illuminated by a dazzling sun.

Chapter 205 Team Competition