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

Tang Hao slammed the teacup onto the table. The cup embedded itself deeply into the mahogany, yet it did not shatter in the slightest.

"Defend the title? Just what I want."

"I want to show the world what the Haotian Hammer is, and what it means to overcome all techniques with sheer force."

"Whether it's one or a pair, I'll take them all."

Tang San looked at the fighting spirit in his father Hao's eyes and said no more.

The greatest talent in the world, the youngest Soul Saint.

This competition format seems to be a stage specially prepared for strong figures like my father.

……

On the day of the competition.

The huge square was bustling with people, and colorful flags were flying everywhere.

The once bustling Star Luo Royal Academy team had vanished without a trace, leaving them not even spectators.

Eight enormous arenas rose from the ground, resembling eight giant beasts crouching in the center of the square.

Ring number eight.

Unnamed Team.

Yu Xiaoheng was dressed in black, with Bibi Dong, the Shui sisters, and his Soul Master teammates from the City of Slaughter standing behind him.

……

Arena No. .

Haotian Team.

Tang Hao sat casually on the edge of the ring.

His eyes swept across the room with disdain.

On the other arenas.

The main players of Tiandou all had serious expressions and were on high alert.

On the other side, the allied forces composed of the four elemental academies of Divine Wind, Blazing Fire, Heavenly Water, and Thunder occupied a seat.

Although the merger was not explicitly stated, the four colors of light—wind, fire, water, and thunder—were intertwined, appearing as if they were one.

The seeded teams are ready.

The referee walked up to the platform, and the amplified soul guide device broadcast the sound throughout the entire arena.

"The battle to defend the title begins!"

Yu Xiaoheng raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd, meeting Tang Hao's gaze from afar.

Tang Hao seemed to sense the gaze, turned his head, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth.

Arena No. .

Tang Hao didn't move.

Although the referee had announced the start, a momentary vacuum appeared around ring number one.

No one dared to make a move.

That was the successor of the Haotian Sect, the youngest Soul Saint in legend.

Who complains about having too long a life?

Tang Hao grew impatient, reached up to pick at his ear, grabbed the Clear Sky Hammer at his feet with his other hand, and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

"Hey."

His fierce eyes swept over the various college teams below the stage, eager to try but hesitant to step forward.

"Nobody's coming up?"

"If no one dares to step up, referee, just declare me the winner to save time."

Finally, someone in the audience couldn't take the provocation anymore.

"What's with the arrogance! He's just relying on the name of the Clear Sky Sect! I'd like to see what the so-called number one weapon spirit in the world is really made of!"

A loud shout rang out.

The crowd parted, and seven burly young men, as strong as iron towers, strode onto the stage.

Judging from their uniforms, they are the royal team of the Kingdom of Barak.

The team leader was also a level 44 Soul Master, whose Martial Soul was an Iron-Backed Azure Bear. As soon as they stepped onto the stage, all seven of them activated their Martial Souls simultaneously.

The roar was deafening, the spirit rings shone brightly, and the aura was quite astonishing.

"Form ranks! Defensive stance!"

Captain Barak roared, and the seven of them quickly moved closer together, intending to withstand Tang Hao's first wave of attacks.

Tang Hao glanced at the group of loud and boisterous opponents in front of him and curled his lip slightly.

"Fancy and gaudy."

He stood up.

There were no extra movements, not even the spirit rings on his body lit up, he simply swung the large hammer on his shoulder.

Take a step forward.

"Go down."

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The giant hammer drew a semi-circle in the air, accompanied by a fierce wind; it was pure power and speed, without any technique.

boom--!

A loud bang even drowned out the fighting sounds from the other seven arenas.

That so-called defensive formation was as flimsy as paper in front of the Haotian Hammer.

Seven figures flew backwards like kites with broken strings, covering a distance of more than ten meters, and crashed heavily onto the open ground below the arena.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The seven members of Barak's team rolled their eyes back and passed out without uttering a sound.

One hammer blow.

He didn't even use any soul skills.

For a moment, everyone fell silent, then erupted in deafening cheers.

"Haotian! Haotian!"

"That's incredible! That's power!"

Tang Hao slammed the hammer down on the ground again, then glanced at the audience once more.

"next."

Watching this scene from below the stage, Tang San stood up straight, his face still trying to maintain his composure, but the pride in his eyes was impossible to hide.

This is Brother Hao.

This is the Haotian Hammer.

Technique and control are all jokes in the face of absolute power.

Compared to the devastatingly swift defeats on Arena One, the battles on the other arenas appeared much more "normal."

On the other side of the Four Elements team, the wind fueled the fire, and they cleanly and efficiently eliminated the challenger. However, it was a back-and-forth battle, and it took several rounds to determine the winner.

Incidentally, in this competition, all the elemental academies collectively contributed to form an elite team, and each team competed individually.

Each team fielded its own current members, while the combined team consisted of veteran powerhouses from the four elements.

Although those challengers lost, at least they could walk off the stage standing up.

Unlike Tang Hao, who simply beat the person into a cripple.

The Soul Masters watching the battle had their eyes darting around rapidly.

In this battle to defend one's title, you have to pick the weakest one.

Tang Hao is like an iron plate; if you touch him, you'll break your bones.

While the other four elemental academies aren't as monstrous as Tang Hao, they are all established powerhouses with excellent teamwork.

As a result, many eyes began to wander among the eight arenas, and finally, many people's gazes fell on the number eight arena.

Unnamed Team.

This team is weird.

Captain Wuming, also known as the young man in black, was indeed ridiculously strong, capable of going toe-to-toe with Tang Hao.

But what about his teammates behind him?

Two extremely beautiful blue-haired sisters, a stunningly beautiful but seemingly delicate woman who is said to be the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, but whose level is not high compared to the other teams, and a few pale-faced, gloomy guys.

By any measure, this is a team led by a single player.

If we just avoid that nameless guy and take out the others first, wouldn't we be able to take down this arena?

The title defense system, although it is said that only one team defends, can still be effective if the team members are defeated. Even if the nameless player is strong, what can they do when they are outnumbered?

"Let's do it!"

Soon, a team from a second-rate advanced soul master academy of the Heaven Dou Empire jumped onto the number eight arena.

"Nameless, we admit you're very strong, but this is a team competition!"

As soon as the challenger captain stepped onto the stage, he immediately devised a strategy.

"Spread out! Move around! Avoid the Nameless One, and focus your attacks on those two female Soul Masters first!"

This tactic sounds reasonable.