Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

"Star Luo! Star Luo!"

"Tear him apart! Tear that arrogant brat apart!"

The frenzy in the stands was almost tangible, with countless eyes filled with a bloodthirsty desire.

Two figures slowly emerged from the shadows on the other side of the Soul Arena.

The leading man was burly, with blond hair flowing down his back, and his muscles rippled with each step he took.

Dai Zhentian, captain of the Star Luo Royal Team.

The woman, half a step behind him, had a captivating figure and a cold, beautiful face.

The Zhu family is like stars in the sky, and Zhu Youlian is pitiful.

Yu Xiaoheng walked very slowly.

The members of the Lutian organization following behind him exchanged bewildered glances.

One of the team members couldn't resist any longer, took half a step closer, and whispered:

"Captain, if we can't win, we'll protect you and help you retreat?"

Yu Xiaoheng turned around abruptly, his eyes fierce, as if he were protecting his food.

"Withdraw? Whoever dares to ruin my plans, I'll kill them first."

The team members were startled by the menacing glare and quickly pulled their necks back.

Bibi Dong and the Shui sisters also came on stage.

A group of seven people stood on one side of the Soul Battle Arena.

Compared to the nameless team's "timid and hesitant" demeanor, the commotion on the other side was much greater.

"Boom!"

A muffled thud.

Dai Zhentian didn't even take the steps; he leaped directly from the rest area and crashed heavily onto the Soul Fighting Platform like a cannonball.

The hard granite floor seemed to tremble slightly.

Her blonde hair danced wildly, and her double pupils were filled with an arrogant and overbearing air.

Following closely behind, Zhu Youlian appeared silently beside Dai Zhentian, her figure as swift as smoke. Her icy gaze locked onto Yu Xiaoheng as if he were a corpse.

The remaining five members of the Star Luo team filed in, each with their heads held high and chests out, exuding an imposing aura.

The two sides are locked in a standoff.

Before the fight even started, the stark difference in their auras had already drawn deafening boos from the audience.

"Get down! Don't embarrass yourself!"

"That coward Wuming's legs are shaking; I think he's about to wet his pants!"

"Star Luo Royal Team will win! Stomp this ant!"

Yu Xiaoheng remained silent, only trembling.

Chapter 334 This is too cowardly

Looking at the "nameless" figure on the stage, who was cowering in a ball and whose posture seemed unsteady, Dai Zhentian sneered.

Are you scared already?

I had originally heard that this person dared to kill an elder of the Elephant Armor Sect, and I thought he was someone tough to mess with.

Boos erupted from the audience.

"Get out of here!"

"Don't embarrass yourself there!"

In the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan's spectator stands, the disciples who had initially shown some sympathy now wore expressions of disdain.

A young disciple couldn't help but shake his head, his tone sharp:

"Is this the same ruthless person who could single-handedly kill a Soul Emperor? How come he turned into this when he met the Star Luo royal family?"

"This is a disgrace to us Soul Masters. This spineless coward only has some skill in sneak attacks. When it comes to a big scene, his true colors are revealed."

Several people around him echoed his sentiments.

The contrast is so stark that it makes one wonder if the previous record was all fake.

Be careful what you say.

Everyone was taken aback and looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was at the very front.

Yu Xiaogang did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the Soul Fighting Stage.

"Young Master?" The young disciple asked, somewhat puzzled.

If even an anonymous person is this cowardly, what's the point of being cautious with their words?

Yu Xiaogang put down his teacup, his tone calm and composed:

“I’ve said before that the sect won’t save him, because it would be a losing proposition. But that doesn’t mean we should kick him while he’s down, not even just verbally.”

"What if he survives?"

The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.

Survive?

That trembling guy on stage? Facing the entire Star Luo team?

Arabian Nights.

Yu Xiaogang noticed the questioning behind him, but he did not explain.

If it's Yu Xiaoheng... I would definitely consider it.

Keeping quiet costs nothing, so why not leave yourself an alternative path?

The disciples disagreed, but kept quiet.

On the stage.

Bibi Dong frowned, and Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi beside her were also full of doubt.

They were the closest to the people and felt it the most deeply.

This man, who is usually as cold as ice and as ruthless as a wolf, is trembling all the time today.

Is that correct?

But... I didn't feel any fear at all.

But the referee didn't give them time to think.

"The match begins!"

"boom!"

With a stomp of his foot, Dai Zhentian shot out like a golden cannonball, unleashing terrifying soul power that created a deep crater in the granite ground.

Their target was Yu Xiaoheng at the very front of the team!

Get out of the way!

Shui Yun'er gasped in surprise.

However, Yu Xiaoheng seemed to be stunned by the fierce aura and stood frozen in place until the golden fist was close to his face, at which point he hurriedly raised his arms to block.

boom--!

A dull thud of flesh colliding rang out.

Yu Xiaoheng's feet plowed two long tracks in the ground, and he barely managed to steady himself when he reached the edge of the Soul Battle Arena.

He coughed violently.

Yu Xiaoheng did not exhibit the typical characteristics of a martial soul possession.

Only on the surface of his skin, faint lines appeared, like some kind of totem, emitting a weak light, barely protecting his body.

This scene caused Tang San, who had been watching the battle closely, to frown deeply.

"strangeness."

Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eye and stared intently at Yu Xiaoheng.

"If it's a beast spirit, it should have beast-like characteristics; if it's a weapon spirit, where is the weapon?"

"He's merely using soul power to create patterns on his skin to strengthen himself? What kind of cultivation method is that?"

Not only Tang San, but even Tang Hao, who was usually very knowledgeable, had a hint of confusion in his eyes.

I have never seen this form of martial spirit manifestation before.

Tang San found it increasingly bizarre, recalling the same situation in Sunset Forest where he had no way of determining what Wuming's martial soul was.

On the battle stage, the situation was a one-sided massacre.

"Is that all you've got?"

Dai Zhentian laughed wildly, giving Yu Xiaoheng no chance to catch his breath, and pressed forward again.

White Tiger Vajra Transformation!

Although he didn't use his full strength, every punch he threw was powerful and heavy, as if he were toying with his prey, and he repeatedly repelled Yu Xiaoheng.

Yu Xiaoheng is like a punching bag.

He was knocked off balance by a punch from the left and a kick from the right, and the light from his spirit rings flickered intermittently.

The first spirit ring lit up briefly and then went out.

The second spirit ring flickered, then quickly dimmed.

Occasionally, the fourth spirit ring would flash by, but it didn't reveal any powerful spirit skill effects; it simply released some energy.

The rumored terrifying methods have all vanished without a trace.