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

Without giving Dai Zhentian any chance to catch his breath, the granite ground beneath his feet instantly cracked, and he transformed into a dark red afterimage as he lunged forward.

too fast.

Dai Zhentian's pupils contracted sharply, and he only had time to cross his arms to protect his chest.

"boom!"

A muffled thud.

Yu Xiaoheng's double fists, like a battering ram, slammed heavily onto Dai Zhentian's arm.

A mournful sound rang out from the bones.

Dai Zhentian groaned, his burly body losing its balance from the force of the impact, and he staggered backward.

But this is only the beginning.

Yu Xiaoheng lunged forward, his right knee suddenly rising with a deafening thunderous sound, slamming into Dai Zhentian's exposed abdomen, which was already exposed due to his backward lean.

Click!

That was the sound of ribs breaking.

The enormous impact propelled Dai Zhentian, a burly man weighing over 100 pounds, into the air.

Dai Zhentian's eyes rolled back, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was uncontrollably suspended in mid-air.

This is the opportunity that Yu Xiaoheng wanted.

Once airborne, at this stage of Soul Master development where flight is impossible, they become sitting ducks.

Yu Xiaoheng pushed off the ground with both feet, his body rising up to a height parallel to Dai Zhentian's.

Next came the unilateral execution.

His right fist, crackling with explosive lightning, slammed into Dai Zhentian's left cheek.

High damage.

The left fist, burning with golden-red flames, slammed into Dai Zhentian's right shoulder.

High damage.

Bang bang bang bang!

fast.

too fast.

The audience couldn't even see the trajectory of Yu Xiaoheng's punch; they could only see bursts of lightning and fire exploding in the air, and Dai Zhentian's body trembling violently in the air like a rag doll.

Every punch was powerful and heavy.

Each punch was accompanied by the paralysis of thunder and the burning of flames.

Each impact caused a series of muffled bursts of soul energy to ripple through the air.

After six or seven consecutive heavy blows, Dai Zhentian was unable to even scream and could only suffer repeated heavy blows in mid-air.

The time he spent suspended in the air was entirely due to being punched!

"ended."

While in mid-air, Yu Xiaoheng twisted his waist sharply, and his right leg, like a purple-gold steel whip, lashed out at Dai Zhentian's side.

This kick wasn't delivered with the force to shatter a person, but rather with the skillful technique to send them flying.

"Get off!"

boom!

Dai Zhentian fell diagonally downwards like a cannonball, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound.

Standing in that direction was the support-type Soul Master from the Star Luo Team.

The support Soul Master, who had been stunned by Dai Zhentian's defeat, turned pale with fright as he watched his captain hurtle towards him like a meteorite, raising his scepter in an attempt to dodge.

late.

Dai Zhentian was too fast, and the lightning and fire kinetic energy covering him was too great.

"Do not--"

boom! ! !

A loud bang reverberated throughout the venue.

Dai Zhentian's massive body slammed into the support-type Soul Master, the enormous impact instantly turning the two of them into rolling gourds on the ground.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The support-type Soul Master didn't even utter a sound before being knocked unconscious by the immense force, his eyes rolling back in his head and the scepter rolling to the side.

Dai Zhentian was lying on top of him, spitting out mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. He struggled for a few moments but was unable to get up.

one stone two bird.

Yu Xiaoheng landed lightly on the arena, his lightning and fire armor still shimmering, and his breathing remained perfectly steady.

He is not afraid of the Star Luo team.

Even if it's one against seven, with his current setup, he can still win.

But he wants more than just to win.

His goal was clear: from the very beginning, it was for that "Netherworld White Tiger".

If we don't deal with this annoying support-type Soul Master first, we'll inevitably face even more firepower later.

Just because Yu Xiaoheng can withstand Xingluo's attacks doesn't mean he actually has to.

Yu Xiaoheng did not rush to finish off the enemy.

He turned around and glanced at the remaining members of the Star Luo team.

too fast.

From Zhu Youlian's failed surprise attack and subsequent severe injury, to Dai Zhentian being blasted into the air like a sandbag and then slammed back down, the entire process took only about ten seconds.

The atmosphere in the room simply shifted from fervor to silence.

In the audience, most people's minds were still stuck on the impression that "Wuming is a cheap, attention-seeking piece of trash."

But the one lying on the ground is Dai Zhentian! He's a prince of the Star Luo Empire!

On the arena, the outlaws from the Killing City looked at each other, their contempt vanishing.

No one spoke.

On the arena.

Yu Xiaoheng had just taken a step, seemingly preparing to clear out the trembling minions.

"You Lian!"

A low growl erupted from Dai Zhentian's mouth.

He was not reconciled.

He is the Soul Emperor of Xingluo, how could he be defeated by a wild Soul Master!

Zhu Youlian endured the excruciating pain in her abdomen, her pale face contorted and contorted in agony.

The two of them almost simultaneously burned the little remaining soul power in their bodies.

We cannot lose.

Two intense beams of soul power suddenly collided.

The figures of the white tiger and the spirit cat intertwined and merged in the light.

An immense and suffocating aura instantly swept across the entire area, even forcing Yu Xiaoheng, who was about to step forward, to stop in his tracks.

A gigantic, ghostly white tiger appeared out of thin air.

Its enormous body, eight meters long, with wings on its back and completely transparent, exuded a terrifying aura far surpassing that of either Dai Zhentian or Zhu Youlian alone.

Even Yu Xiaoheng had to temporarily avoid the attack at this moment, and he stepped back several meters.

After all, the amplification effect of the support soul master's skill, which had just been applied to Dai Zhentian, had not yet disappeared.

At this moment, the Netherworld White Tiger was at its peak.

"Roar--!"

A tiger's roar shook the entire Great Soul Arena, causing the glass to vibrate.

Only then did the stagnant air begin to flow again.

A series of gasps erupted from the audience.

Holy crap!

"They even forced out their Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"

"Just who is this nameless guy? He's the Netherworld White Tiger!"

"This is going to be tough. The Netherworld White Tiger can challenge opponents of higher levels. Although Wuming is strong, he is ultimately just one person."

On the high platform.

Tang Wei frowned slightly and looked at Ning Zhenyuan, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, beside him.

"Zhenyuan, what do you think?"

Ning Zhenyuan waved his folding fan, his gaze solemn: "Wuming is very strong, with astonishing explosive power. But the Netherworld White Tiger is, after all, a top-tier martial soul fusion skill, plus the amplification of the support type... even a Soul Saint would suffer a great loss if he faced it head-on."

Tang San stood at the back, his expression shifting between light and dark.

He stared intently at the figure in the arena who was being forced back by the light.

Logically speaking, those who are unknown are bound to fail.

The current Netherworld White Tiger, in terms of pure destructive power, absolutely surpasses the Soul Saint of the Haotian Sect who was killed by Wuming that day.

Although Soul Saints possess high Soul Power, they lack a qualitative leap like the Soul Fusion Technique.

But a lingering gloom always haunted Tang San's heart.