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

"Some people want to be heroes, but unfortunately the audience doesn't give them the time of day."

Although he couldn't hear the specific words, the mocking look in her eyes made Tang San's face darken.

Even some ordinary soul masters around looked at the Haotian Sect members who were putting on airs with strange eyes.

It's no use talking about who's stronger or weaker.

The nameless ones are risking their lives, while your Haotian Sect just stands there posing.

"A bunch of idiots."

Tang San gritted his teeth, looking at the swaying figure on the number eight arena, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"Since he's so eager to die, then let him have his wish."

Tang Hao watched coldly, and sneered.

"Too much rigidity leads to breakage. His fighting style is just for show."

"Father is right."

Tang San looked at the teams rushing onto the arena, his tone resolute.

"He's finished."

“Even if it was twenty-one people surrounding us before, it would only be the number of three teams. Now, in order to pick off the weak points, at least five teams, or thirty-five Soul Masters, have rushed up.”

"Even if most of them are Soul Venerables, many ants can kill an elephant."

"Moreover, his soul power should have been exhausted long ago."

"Faced with this density of soul skill bombardment, he didn't even have room to hide."

Tang San's lips twitched slightly.

"Either kneel down and admit defeat now, or you might save your life."

"But his personality..."

Tang San looked at the back of that person who did not retreat even half a step when surrounded by dozens of people.

"I'm afraid they won't even have a chance to admit defeat; they'll be overwhelmed by soul skills and their bodies will be left behind."

Yu Xiaoheng looked like he could collapse at any moment.

"Go on!"

"He's out of strength!"

Someone shouted, and the last line of defense against hesitation was breached by greed.

At this moment, the five teams, totaling thirty-five Soul Masters, simultaneously unleashed their multicolored Martial Soul lights, as if to completely engulf this small area.

He slowly raised his head.

My eyelids, covered in blood, felt heavy, and the figures in my vision were becoming blurry.

If it were in the past...

At this point, Yu Xiaoheng would probably choose to temporarily avoid the sharp edge, or use the rules to maneuver.

But at the moment.

The heart inside my chest was beating at a frighteningly fast rate.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Each impact felt like the beating of war drums.

The heat seeped from the depths of my bones, instantly igniting my depleted meridians.

pain.

Excruciating pain.

But mixed in with this pain was a strange sense of...pleasure that made his scalp tingle.

Golden Dragon Element Tempering Method.

It is a masterpiece that he and his ancestors perfected together across time and space.

I originally thought this was just a technique to strengthen the physical body and carry the martial spirit.

Only now, in this desperate situation where he is surrounded by dozens of people and his life hangs by a thread, has Yu Xiaoheng truly understood the second level of this technique.

This is not meant for human practice.

This is for madmen to practice.

It was also for Yu Xiaoheng to practice.

He had been living a very tiring life since he transmigrated.

Planning.

calculating.

Weigh the pros and cons.

He was used to staying behind the scenes, using his brain to solve problems, and leaving himself a way out.

Even using the pseudonym "Anonymous" was just for camouflage.

But the result?

A steady promotion?

joke.

Every time you become stronger, it's because you risk your life.

To escape divine punishment in the far north is a matter of life and death.

To fake one's death and deceive the world is to gamble with one's life again.

Since they've won every high-stakes gamble.

Since Heaven allowed him to travel through this world, allowed him to survive, and even gave him this bloodline that even the gods fear, he was now in a predicament.

Then why should he keep his distance?

Why should we even need to plan?

He is destiny!

That arrogance, which had been suppressed by reason, burst forth like a flood, completely overturning the dam called "caution."

"Come."

Yu Xiaoheng opened his mouth.

"Come on, everyone!"

He no longer suppressed the surging power within him.

His clothes on his back were ripped apart, but he used his soul power to glue them back together.

The tattoo, which was originally just attached to the surface of the skin, now seemed to come alive, writhing wildly, and the scorching heat distorted the surrounding air.

Fortunately, no one has seen it yet.

Golden Dragon Element Tempering Technique, Second Level - Fury.

If the first layer is simply the absorption of light and dark elements, it's for the sake of compatibility.

The second layer is destruction and eruption.

"Click".

Something inside my body seems to have broken.

Those were the shackles that originally bound the limits of the physical body, and the lament of his mortal body that could no longer bear the burden.

Fine cracks appeared on his skin, and the golden blood stopped flowing, turning into tangible steam that enveloped his entire body.

The purple-gold dragon pattern on the back has changed.

The originally sacred and majestic purple color has now become even deeper and purer.

It is no longer holy light.

It is no longer a single attribute.

A kind of "truth," utterly genuine and pure.

That is... the Purple-Gold True Dragon!

It can absorb everything, and it can also crush everything.

No longer confined to primary attributes such as light.

Instead, it is the dragon that rules over everything, a powerful and unrestrained... dragon!

My vision is blurry.

The world before him was now nothing but blurry shadows of light and shadow—the enemy's soul skills, the attacks about to strike him.

But he doesn't care.

The last vestige of clarity in my mind was a single thought.

Smash them.

……

"Boom—!"

The torrent of thirty-five soul skills finally collided with that swaying figure.

The already strained ground of Arena No. 8 was completely reduced to dust at this moment, and the smoke and dust rose into the sky, obscuring everyone's vision.

"Is he dead?"

"He's definitely dead. If he could still be alive, I'd twist his head off!"

In the audience, someone swallowed hard, staring at the plume of smoke.

This was a combined attack from five teams.