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

Tang San's eyes shone with a purple light, his lips moved slightly, and his voice, sharp and clear, reached the ears of the Star Luo control-type Soul Master on the arena who was already terrified.

"Admit defeat! He's devouring Dai Zhentian's essence! If you don't admit defeat, you'll be ruined!"

The Soul Master shuddered.

Seeing the Netherworld White Tiger, which had shrunk in size, he finally came to his senses and opened his mouth to shout.

"We acknowledge—"

"Wait a minute."

A strong, resonant voice came from the stands.

It directly interrupted the two words that were about to be uttered.

Yu Xiaogang stood up.

His hands were behind his back, his face stiff and expressionless.

"Chief Referee."

Yu Xiaogang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.

"I remember it was written very clearly in the competition rules."

"To prevent cheating and manipulation."

"A surrender during a match is only considered valid if the team captain himself issues the surrender order."

This statement came out.

There was an uproar.

The Star Luo Soul Master opened his mouth, the word "lose" stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

He looked at the referee in horror.

A fine layer of sweat instantly appeared on the referee's forehead.

This rule... does exist.

Moreover, just now, in order to target the nameless team, he specifically emphasized that "only the captain can admit defeat."

This is a boomerang.

It pierced the forehead of the Star Luo team.

"Captain...the captain is inside!"

The Star Luo team member was so anxious he was almost crying, pointing at the increasingly illusory Netherworld White Tiger.

Dai Zhentian was fused into the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and now he was being sucked in so much that he couldn't move at all. Even his screams were drowned out by the sound of the storm. How could he speak?

Since you can't speak.

Yu Xiaogang glanced at the man indifferently, then looked at the referee whose face was ashen.

"That means the captain of the Star Luo team still has the strength to fight."

"Even if it's to the last soldier, we will not give up easily."

"This is the dignity of the strong."

"Are you right, Your Honor?"

The referee's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

In full view of everyone.

Representatives from all major powers were watching.

If he were to change his mind now and declare the Xingluo team members' acquittal valid, it would be a blatant slap in the face to the tournament organizing committee and a blatant violation of the rules.

But if no judgment is made...

In just a few words.

Another twenty seconds passed.

On the arena.

The once majestic Netherworld White Tiger was now emaciated, its dazzling golden light dimmed, resembling a sick cat being pressed tightly against Wuming's chest.

The wounds on Wuming's body were still terrible, with exposed bones and dripping blood. A normal Soul Master would probably have died long ago!

Can……

His aura was rising steadily!

Chapter 340 Devoured All

Time continues to pass.

"Save them! Forget about those damn rules!"

One of the royal retainers of the Star Luo team could no longer contain himself. His soul power surged, and eight soul rings rose instantly as he tried to force his way into the arena.

Just as he moved, an even more imposing figure suddenly appeared from the side.

That was an elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

"What? Can't accept defeat?"

The elder crossed his arms, a somewhat smug smile on his face, but he wouldn't budge an inch.

"The competition is not over yet. To interfere at this time is tantamount to challenging the dignity of the competition."

"Get out of the way!"

Xingluo's eyes were bloodshot. There was no sound in the black storm. If anything happened to Dai Zhentian, he would be in deep trouble when he returned.

"You think you can just give up like that?"

After all, the royal family of the Star Luo Empire had secretly contributed a lot to the battle to annihilate Yu Xiaoheng back then, and the Blue Lightning Sect had kept that debt in mind.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Pushing and shoving, shouting and cursing, the fluctuations of soul power rose and fell, yet no one could actually step into the arena.

With this slight tug, another ten seconds or so passed.

In the stands.

Tang San stared at the black vortex, his palms already soaked with sweat.

It's not a simple matter of devouring.

Absolutely not.

If it were a simple energy confrontation, even if the Netherworld White Tiger was no match, it should have shown signs of disintegration or explosion. But this was a strange silence, as if it had been erased from thin air.

"Brother Hao."

Tang San's voice was extremely low.

"We can't wait any longer."

"That nameless one might be using this to cultivate! If he fully digests the power of the Netherworld White Tiger, he will only become more troublesome."

Tang Hao's expression was solemn.

"Saving face is a small matter; the future troubles are a big one."

Tang San spoke very quickly.

"Besides, we are saving people; it's an act of 'benevolence and righteousness'."

Tang San emphasized the last two words.

A fierce glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.

That's right.

Since I've already taken on the villain role, I might as well play it to the end!

Rather than risk being branded as a bully, we cannot stand by and watch a potential enemy with such terrifying and wicked methods grow stronger.

Would rather kill by mistake, never let go.

"stop--!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap, resounded throughout the entire venue.

The elders and teachers who were still pushing and shoving each other felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, and their soul power circulation slowed down by half a beat.

A gray figure, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, swooped down directly from the highest point of the stands.

Tang Hao!

The youngest Soul Saint in history!

He didn't even activate his martial spirit, but with just his terrifying killing intent, he managed to tear a hole in the arena's defensive shield.

"You wicked creature! How dare you resort to such a vicious attack during a friendly spar!"

Tang Hao's voice captivated people even before he arrived.

With this serious charge of "poisoning" attached to him, the nature of his actions changed; they became acts of chivalry and intervention to stop violence.

The elders of the Blue Lightning family were shocked and tried to stop them, but they never expected that it would be Tang Hao, a member of the younger generation, who would personally take action.

Just as the Haotian Hammer was about to smash into the black elemental storm.

In the center of the arena.

The nameless man, who had been standing like a statue, suddenly raised his head.

On that face, still stained with his own blood, there was no panic, no fear, not even a furrowed brow.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

It was a smile.

Ha ha.

I won again this time.