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

The remaining four people, looking at Yu Xiaoheng who resembled a demon, began to tremble.

"roll!"

A loud shout.

The four were so frightened that they scrambled off the stage.

The entire room fell silent.

They won again?

He looks like he could collapse at any moment, and he sways with every step he takes, so why is his fist still so heavy?

"next."

Yu Xiaoheng did not rest, but turned to look at the preparation area.

"I'm in a hurry."

At this moment, the teams in the preparation area, who were originally eager to try, began to hesitate.

Is this truly the last gasp of a spent force?

"I go!"

Another team jumped up.

Three minutes later.

Seven people lay sprawled out below the stage, wailing in pain.

Yu Xiaoheng's clothes had been completely stripped down to shreds, revealing his upper body covered in bruises and bloodstains, but he still stood there.

"Again."

The fifth team enters the arena.

Five minutes later, the entire team was wiped out.

Yu Xiaoheng vomited a mouthful of blood, but actually felt much better in his chest.

"continue."

The sixth one...

The seventh branch...

As time went on, more and more people were injured outside the ring, almost filling the stretchers in the medical room.

The nameless man is like a monument that will never fall.

Each time, the audience felt that he had reached his limit.

Each time, the opponent felt that he only needed one more move to win.

But each time, it was the challenger who fell.

The atmosphere in the audience changed.

What started as mockery and spectatorship has now turned into complete silence.

Countless eyes were fixed on that swaying figure.

The feeling was no longer like watching a game, but witnessing the birth of a monster.

"Is...is this even human?"

A spectator dressed as a nobleman spoke in a trembling voice.

"He lost so much blood and suffered so many injuries, how can he still fight?"

"Is his soul power limitless?"

No one answered him.

Even some gamblers who had bet on Yu Xiaoheng to lose forgot to curse and just stared blankly with their mouths agape.

On the arena.

Yu Xiaoheng shook his slightly numb arm, his vision a little blurry.

This intense hand-to-hand combat was truly squeezing every last drop of his potential.

But he could sense that the realm of "rage" was being solidified little by little through these seemingly brutal collisions.

It hurts, but it feels good.

He raised his head, looked at the now silent preparation area, and a ferocious smile appeared on his lips.

"Why aren't you coming?"

"Didn't you want to step over me to squeeze into the top eight?"

"I'm standing right here."

"Seeking defeat."

Around ring number eight.

The noisy shouting and cursing had somehow become sparse and scattered.

No one laughed at Wuming for overestimating his abilities anymore.

Even the few sect disciples who were originally prepared to watch the show fell silent.

Is this really something a human can do?

The eyes of those ordinary, civilian viewers changed.

As they looked at the man on the stage, known as "Nameless," and at his scars and blood, a strange surge of heat rushed to their heads.

This is what a Soul Master should be like.

Without the fancy robes of those disciples from major sects, without the retinue of followers, he relied solely on his fists and his body to beat those so-called geniuses to a pulp.

"That's too intense..."

Someone muttered something under their breath.

"That's what a real man is like. He's way more impressive than that Tang Hao who just hits people with a hammer."

Although the sound wasn't loud, it sounded particularly jarring in the eerie silence.

Beside the number one arena.

The veins on the back of Tang Hao's hand, which was gripping the Clear Sky Hammer, bulged.

His face was somewhat dark.

As a once-in-a-century genius of the Haotian Sect, and the youngest Soul Saint, he was the center of attention wherever he went. His instant kill with that single hammer blow should have been a moment of cheers from the entire arena, but now everyone's eyes were glued to that guy named Wuming.

This feeling of being ignored made him want to kill.

"Brother Hao."

Tang San noticed that Tang Hao's mood was off, so he stepped forward and lowered his voice.

"What do these ignorant people know? That nameless one is just stubbornly clinging to life with a stupid method. He seems passionate, but he is actually foolish. You, with your strength, can overcome all obstacles. That is the true way of the strong."

Tang Hao snorted coldly and remained silent.

That's the logic.

But looking at the fervent eyes of the audience, he couldn't get rid of that thorn in his heart.

That nameless guy, even if he was just a punching bag for practice, was stealing the show.

Tang San turned around, his gaze sweeping over the other preparation areas, and suddenly shouted:

"Since everyone wants to challenge the strong, our Haotian Team won't bully the weak. Any teams that want to come at us together, feel free to do it, we'll take them on!"

He was building momentum for Tang Hao.

Since Wuming can play against multiple teams, Tang Hao is even better.

As long as he demonstrates a stronger dominance than the nameless one, the cheers from these spectators will naturally return.

however.

No one paid him any attention.

Chapter 367, Second Level: Fury!

Those teams that were still hesitating looked at Tang San as if he were an idiot.

Fight Tang Hao?

One blow from that Soul Saint would either kill or cripple him.

They came to participate in the competition for a spot in the top eight and for the huge prize money offered by the Spirit Hall, not to be stepping stones for the Clear Sky Sect.

"You're crazy."

One of the team captains spat and turned to look at arena number eight.

"Brothers, to station number eight! That nameless guy is about to die, if we don't go now, when will we?"

"Yes! Knock him out, and the quarterfinals will be ours!"

"rush!"

It's as if I received some kind of signal.

The crowd that had been watching suddenly surged toward the arena where Yu Xiaoheng was, like sharks that had smelled blood.

As for Tang Hao?

It was deserted and quiet, with hardly anyone visiting.

Tang Hao's face darkened.

There's nowhere to put it if you want to.

Not far away, from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan team that occupied the third arena, several sneers came.

"Is this the prestige of the number one sect in the world? It seems no one is really impressed."