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

It shouldn't be like this...

Chapter 338 Tang San: That's it??

Tang Wei, the sect leader of Haotian Sect, stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the enormous beast in the arena.

"With the amplification from a support Soul Master, this Netherworld White Tiger has already reached the threshold of Soul Douluo in terms of destructive power."

Tang Wei gave his evaluation.

The elders beside him nodded slightly, their tense expressions easing somewhat.

The explosive power that Wuming just displayed was indeed terrifying, even reminding them of the Soul Saint of the sect who had been lost not long ago.

But a Soul Saint is still a Soul Saint.

Although the deceased Seventh Elder had a soul power level of over seventy, he did not possess a martial soul fusion skill that could exponentially increase combat power, nor did he have the ability of a support-type soul master to burn soul power for amplification at any cost.

"This boy is destined to lose."

An elder of the Haotian Sect asserted, "Even if he was able to kill a Soul Saint before, this tiger is a perfect killing machine in terms of strength, defense, and speed."

Logically, they should be happy to have reached this conclusion.

After all, Wuming is the biggest thorn in the side of Haotian Sect right now.

But Tang San, standing behind, looked increasingly grim, even more so than when he saw Dai Zhentian being beaten like a dead dog.

If defeat is inevitable, why is the feeling of unease in my heart growing stronger?

Tang San stared at the tiny figure on the arena.

why?

Because this game is not about letting the Netherworld White Tiger gamble on whether it can defeat the Nameless in terms of combat power.

Instead, the entire Star Luo team, utilizing the unparalleled destructive power of the Netherworld White Tiger and the combined strength of their support Soul Masters, crushed the Nameless team.

How could Tang San be so stupid as to think that he only needed the Netherworld White Tiger, which was stronger than the Soul Saint of the Clear Sky Sect who was killed, to kill Wuming?

The Star Luo team's true trump card is the Netherworld White Tiger plus a support Soul Master who can amplify attributes by 50%!

The strength of this configuration far exceeds that of the Soul Saint of the Haotian Sect who was killed by the Nameless One, and it can achieve an instant kill under the competition rules.

But now, that crucial support Soul Master is lying on the edge of the arena like a dead dog, his fate unknown.

"wrong……"

Tang San forced out the sound through clenched teeth.

Without the boost from a support Soul Master, the Netherworld White Tiger is theoretically capable of easily defeating Wuming.

but……

This is similar to the trap set against Yu Xiaoheng back then.

Theoretically, it's also a stable voltage, and also a sure-fire solution.

The results of it?

Yang Wudi is finished.

Tang San still believed that the plan could be accomplished.

But when he was bitten by a snake, he panicked!

just.

The die is cast, and with everyone watching, even if the Haotian Sect wanted to intervene, they couldn't find any excuse and could only watch helplessly as the giant tiger roared and pounced on the seemingly tiny figure.

The atmosphere in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan's spectator stands was somewhat strange.

The disciples of the sects didn't even have time to be shocked by the oppressive aura that Wuming was currently displaying.

Their gazes instinctively fell on Yu Xiaogang, who was standing at the very front.

"Young Master... is truly amazing."

One of the disciples muttered to himself.

Yu Xiaogang was absolutely right; they really shouldn't have kicked him when he was down.

This nameless guy really managed to turn the tables.

Moreover, after enduring so many rounds of attacks and being "injured," he instantly killed his opponent.

This cunning and forbearance sent chills down the spine of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master.

A smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's stiff face.

very tired.

He has been very tired ever since Yu Xiaoheng died.

He cannot live as Yu Xiaogang.

He had to force Luo Buhui and himself to consume resources and the flesh and blood of soul beasts to forcibly maintain the speed of soul power amplification, reaching a level equivalent to the sixth or seventh level of the innate realm, so that he could exist as a young master with poor cultivation talent.

They also need to emulate Yu Xiaoheng's approach to encourage the family.

They also had to manage the caravans to provide financial support for the family.

but……

For Yu Xiaogang.

worth!

Especially now...

The praise from his clansmen made him feel refreshed, as if he had drunk sweet spring water after several sleepless nights!

Instant revitalization!

Even without Yu Xiaoheng, Blue Lightning can still prosper!

I……

I, Yu Xiaogang, am still here!

……

On the other side of the ring.

Bibi Dong stood at the back of the group, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed.

The two sisters, Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi, also forgot their injuries and exchanged a glance with their Soul Master teammate from the City of Slaughter.

Was the way he was being beaten down by Dai Zhentian, even to the point of vomiting blood, all an act?

With such formidable strength and such terrifying dual-attribute defense of lightning and fire, why did he pretend to be strong before?

To feign weakness to the enemy?

No.

If it were for the sake of winning, with the speed and power he displayed just now that allowed him to kick Dai Zhentian away, he could have ended the match before the opponent could even unleash his Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

If you can win, why drag it out?

Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat.

What does he want to do?

The next second, not only Bibi Dong and the Shui sisters, but all the smart people in the audience, and even the old monsters on the platform, had the same question pop into their minds.

Why did Wuming pretend to be like that?

Normally, this is for the purpose of a surprise attack, to prevent Xingluo from using his Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

The nameless strategy was clever.

but……

After feigning weakness and instantly killing the enemy, he didn't finish them off at all, letting their martial souls fuse??

What does that mean?

What was the purpose of faking it before?

Do you simply enjoy the feeling of playing dumb to outsmart others?

On the stands, Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

He finally understood where that unease came from.

All of Wuming's previous acts of weakness, injuries, coughing up blood, and even causing his teammates to struggle, were all for this moment.

Although the specific purpose is unknown.

But he deliberately let the Netherworld White Tiger complete it; there must be a trap!

"don't want--!!!"

Tang San suddenly stood up from his seat and roared at the top of his lungs towards the arena.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

On the arena, the Netherworld White Tiger, carrying an aura of world-destroying power, opened its blood-red maw and pounced down on Yu Xiaoheng.

The terrifying wind pressure even caused the protective shields around the arena to creak under the strain.

Faced with this deadly blow, Yu Xiaoheng did not retreat.

He raised his head, his disguised face devoid of any expression.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, aiming it at the giant beast that had descended from the sky.

hum-

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

A jet-black soul ring slowly rose from beneath Yu Xiaoheng's feet.

That's... a ten-thousand-year soul ring!

The terrifying aura emanating from the Dark Demon God Tiger was released, transforming into a massive vortex that suddenly opened up in the path that the Netherworld White Tiger was bound to pounce on!