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

the other side.

Zhu Youlian moved like a ghost, bypassing the main battlefield, her black figure weaving among the members of the Lutian Organization.

Netherworld Thrust!

Although those Soul Masters from the City of Slaughter were also outlaws, they quickly lost their composure in the face of such top-tier Martial Souls and level suppression.

Bibi Dong and the Shui sisters were tightly entangled by the enemy's three Soul Kings.

Even though Bibi Dong was incredibly strong and dominated her opponent, the opponent was clearly prepared. They were all defensive Soul Kings, like glue, and it was impossible for them to break through and rescue her in a short time.

"ended."

Dai Zhentian watched as he sent his opponent flying again with a single palm strike, a hint of boredom flashing in his eyes.

too weak.

Just then.

A Soul Master from the Lutian Organization was driven to a dead end by Zhu Youlian and retreated in panic into Dai Zhentian's attack range.

This Soul Master happened to be blocking Dai Zhentian's path as he pursued Yu Xiaoheng.

"Go away!"

Dai Zhentian didn't even glance at him, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

He neither took a detour nor pushed it away.

Instead, it stretched out its large hand covered by the phantom of a tiger's paw and viciously grabbed at the back of the Soul Master.

Pfft—!

A sickening sound of bones cracking rang out.

The Soul Master's body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes bulged out.

A large, blood-stained hand pierced through his chest, clutching a broken piece of organ.

Blood splattered like a fountain, landing on Yu Xiaoheng's face, who had just gotten up not far away.

Dai Zhentian casually tossed the corpse off the fighting platform like trash. The corpse traced a tragic arc in the air before crashing heavily outside the arena.

The entire stadium fell silent for a moment, then erupted into even more frenzied cheers.

That is the worship of violence.

Dai Zhentian shook the blood off his hands, his gaze passing over the pool of blood on the ground to Yu Xiaoheng, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.

"Did you see that?"

"You're next."

Yu Xiaoheng wiped the blood from his face.

This scene shattered the psychological defenses of the members of the Lutian Battle Team.

Even though they came from the killing capital and were outlaws, the fear of being tortured and killed in front of everyone terrified them.

We surrender!

A Soul Master named Lu Tian roared out.

"We surrender! We're not playing anymore! We concede defeat in this match!"

As long as you step off the ring, you can live.

however.

The referee stood at the edge of the ring, expressionless.

"The game continues."

"According to the tournament rules, only the team captain is qualified to propose surrender."

"Your captain is still fighting on the stage and has not spoken. Your surrender is invalid."

"Before this, life and death were not considered on the ring, and any death or injury was within the scope of normal competition."

Chapter 335 They've Lost All Shame

The soul masters froze.

They turned around and looked at Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaoheng, who were still entangled with the three Soul Kings.

Just then.

Dai Zhentian made a move.

Instead of chasing after Yu Xiaoheng, who appeared to be half-crippled, he took out a black porcelain bottle without any markings from his pocket.

A flick of the wrist.

The porcelain bottle shattered in mid-air.

A purplish-black mist instantly spread out; it wasn't the kind of smoke that obscures vision, but rather an extremely thin, rapidly spreading poisonous gas.

Tang San squinted his eyes from below the stage.

That was his specially made throat-locking powder. It wasn't fatal, but it could paralyze the vocal cord muscles in a very short time, causing a person to lose their voice.

What is the most important thing when you openly surrender?

It is an opening.

"Cough cough... He..."

The Soul Master who shouted the loudest suddenly grabbed his own neck, opened his mouth wide, and desperately tried to make a sound.

But only a hissing sound, like air leaking from a bellows, could be heard from his throat.

He lost his voice.

Dai Zhentian watched this scene with a smug look in his eyes.

"Want to surrender?"

"Have you asked?" I asked.

The audience was mostly composed of members of the Blue Lightning Alliance from Haotian's side, who naturally cheered continuously.

"Well done!"

"This kind of coward doesn't deserve to stand in the Great Soul Arena!"

"The Star Luo Empire is domineering!"

Cheers erupted.

Bibi Dong's heart sank.

A desperate situation.

The referees were clearly bribed. This competition was not entirely organized by the Spirit Hall; many staff members came from various other factions, which created room for manipulation.

Given the current situation, I estimate that no one would dare to make a move, but what about the others in the team...?

"Yun'er, Lingxi!"

Bibi Dong gave a low shout.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi exchanged a glance.

In this situation, conventional methods are no longer effective.

The two sisters instantly drew closer, and an extremely cold aura erupted from them, with blue light shooting into the sky.

That was the prelude to the Martial Soul Fusion Technique!

Bibi Dong even secretly bit her tongue.

An extremely evil and chilling aura surged wildly within her body.

The power of the Rakshasa.

That was her biggest secret, and also her most dangerous trump card.

Bibi Dong is not the scheming pope of the future, but having already lost Yu Xiaoheng, she cannot afford to lose her only two friends, the Shui sisters!

A black figure flashed by like a ghost.

Zhu Youlian.

She has only one goal.

nameless!

"Stop struggling."

Zhu Youlian's voice was cold, with a hint of disdain.

"To stop you from making a further fool of yourself, I'll send you on your way now."

She is an agility-type Soul Master, and her specialty is finishing off weakened enemies.

Netherworld Hundred Claws!

Her hands transformed into sharp blades, black soul power swirling at her fingertips, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, aimed directly at Yu Xiaoheng's throat.

This strike was swift, accurate, and ruthless.

Dai Zhentian was still laughing wildly, as if he could already see the fate of that nameless corpse being torn apart.

Tang San was still calmly observing, trying to see the final changes in the patterns.

ended.

however.

Just as the sharp claws were about to touch Yu Xiaoheng's skin...

Yu Xiaoheng raised his hand.

Proceed forward.

Snapped!