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

Qian Daoliu's warning echoed in his mind.

On the day of the finals, Tang Wei, Ning Zhenyuan, and other forces will be present, and even the Spirit Hall cannot control the life and death on the stage. The various forces have long been secretly wary of his displayed talent and are determined to eliminate him completely.

He simply cannot leave Wuhun City.

Once outside the city, he was surrounded by a vast net of pursuers.

He could only watch, watch his family being trampled underfoot, marching towards destruction...

Several figures flashed through Yu Xiaoheng's mind.

Father: Yu Yuanzhen.

My younger brother is Yu Xiaogang.

Liu Erlong.

And those family members who bled and fell on the stage for him just now.

These people went to the ring to fight for him after he died.

Now he can only possess a body by transforming his martial spirit into a tattoo on his back, using clothing to conceal his identity, and hiding in the shadows under the name "Nameless".

Yu Xiaoheng recalled his plan.

He originally planned to use the devouring ability of the fifth soul ring of the Purple Gold True Dragon to try to improve during the quarterfinals and semifinals, but just now, the plan failed.

The gap in strength between the two sides is now clearly visible.

Tang Hao is the youngest Soul Saint, possessing formidable combat power and further enhanced by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Given the current situation... how can we win?

Both advancing and retreating are dead ends.

Yu Xiaoheng watched the crowd below gradually disperse.

He saw no hope of winning.

A feeling of powerlessness washed over my entire body.

He prides himself on acting on reason.

Reason now clearly lays out all the conditions, and there is only one conclusion.

They are destined to lose.

Since we know it's a dead end, and since we can't change the outcome no matter how hard we try, should we continue fighting?

Is it really worth risking your life to fill a ring where you have no chance of winning in order to reclaim your honor and the Rainbow Dragon Soul Bone?

Yu Xiaoheng leaned against the rough stone pillar.

dizzy.

Chapter 378 Slim Chances of Victory

Yu Xiaoheng straightened up and left the rough stone pillar.

He walked along the edge of the stands, preparing to leave the noisy arena.

Just as he turned around...

From a distance of several dozen meters, a gaze fell upon his back.

Yu Xiaoheng stopped and turned his head.

At the exit of the passage below, stood the ranks of the Clear Sky Sect. Tang San, dressed in the Clear Sky Sect's specially made close-fitting attire, stood at the very front of the group.

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaoheng, raised his right hand, placed his thumb across his neck, and forcefully made a throat-cutting gesture.

Tang San opened his mouth, his face full of sarcasm.

"You're dead."

Yu Xiaoheng made no unnecessary movements.

He simply watched Tang San quietly.

Their eyes met.

Within Yu Xiaoheng's body, the oppressive aura of the Purple-Gold True Dragon surged through his flesh and blood. He did not release his Martial Soul, but relied solely on his physical form to suppress the ferocious aura belonging to the superior dragon race, following his gaze.

Tang San's sarcastic expression froze instantly.

His legs suddenly buckled, and his knees slammed heavily onto the stone floor with a dull thud.

Tang San knelt on one knee, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat. He gripped the ground tightly with both hands, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, unable to even lift his head.

Just a glance.

The Haotian Sect's troops immediately stirred into a commotion.

Tang Wei stepped forward, blocking Tang San's path. He stared at Yu Xiaoheng on the high platform, his aura erupting as he slammed down towards Yu Xiaoheng from a distance.

Yu Xiaoheng's internal energy and blood circulated automatically.

Golden Dragon Element Tempering Technique, Second Level: Fury.

The heavy pressure fell on Yu Xiaoheng as if a gentle breeze were blowing across a mountain; his body didn't even sway, completely immune to Tang Wei's imposing aura.

Yu Xiaoheng withdrew his gaze, walked into the passage without looking back, and disappeared into the shadows.

Tang Wei's expression turned extremely ugly, and he let out a cold laugh.

"Well done, Wuming. This kid does have some skills. However, if he dares to step onto the stage in the next match, he's doomed."

The elders of the Haotian Sect nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with killing intent.

Tang San struggled to his feet, his legs still trembling slightly, but a strong sense of worry welled up in his heart.

The fear of facing death just now felt so real.

Tang San turned to Tang Wei and said, "Sect Master, Wuming's strength is not simple. What if he is scared out of his wits by the Blue Lightning Team and chooses to back down?"

Tang Wei frowned.

Tang San continued, "The teams from the four major families have already withdrawn from the competition. If the Nameless Team also forfeits for the same reason to save their lives, we won't have a legitimate chance to kill him on the stage. If he doesn't die, wouldn't we be humiliated for nothing?"

Tang Wei glanced at the Haotian Sect members beside him and lowered his voice.

"Go and make the arrangements."

……

Martial Soul City, Inner City.

Yu Xiaoheng returned to his room and locked the door.

He walked to the bedside, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and immediately began to cultivate.

The more urgent the external crisis, the more he needs to seize every minute and second to improve his strength.

Within his body, the Golden Dragon Element Tempering Technique began to operate.

Golden-blue arcs of electricity danced across his body—the power of lightning patterns. The lightning refined from the Thunderstone ore vein had already reached the level of near-perfect power, and it was slowly increasing with the circulation of his soul power. After his rebirth, his lightning power was only one step away from its ultimate potential, but that step would take at least another six months.

Beside the lightning pattern, the broken fire pattern also lit up, radiating a scorching heat.

Thunder and fire intertwined, tempering his bones and flesh.

Yu Xiaoheng opened his eyes, his brows furrowed.

"not enough."

To break through to the third level of the Body Tempering Technique, simply using fire and lightning attributes is insufficient. While the clash between fire and lightning is incredibly destructive, it lacks balance and inclusiveness when used for body tempering.

He needs the power of other elemental patterns.

Although he did not intend to strictly imitate the Silver Dragon King in gathering all seven elements, in order to advance his Body Tempering Technique, it would be best to gather the other seven elements besides light and darkness so that he could be no weaker than the Silver Dragon King.

Currently, the most readily available patterns are ice patterns and water patterns.

Shuiyun'er and Shuilingxi are the perfect sources of these two elements.

Yu Xiaoheng considered this possibility in his mind.

"If we go to the Shui sisters, confront them, and ask to absorb their elemental power..."

Yu Xiaoheng immediately rejected the idea.

To find them, you must proactively reveal your identity.

The fewer people who know his identity, the safer he is.

Moreover, the real problems are right in front of us.

"Even if I risk exposure and successfully obtain the Water Pattern and Ice Pattern, can I really defeat Tang Hao?"

Yu Xiaoheng calmed his mind and sensed the power deep within his body.

That was the aura of divine punishment ice.

After accumulating power for some time, this previously unreleased divine punishment has become much stronger. However, once he uses the Heavenly Punishment Ice or Purple Fire, the aura of destruction will be enough to instantly declare to everyone that he is Yu Xiaoheng.

Moreover, the cultivation of the Body Tempering Method is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Even if he immediately gained two more elemental runes, he still wouldn't be able to even get past the entry level of the third layer. The body tempering of the third layer is extremely difficult and requires a long period of refinement.

Yu Xiaoheng calculated the difference in combat strength between the two sides.

He is currently at level 58.

Tang Hao is currently the youngest Soul Saint in the entire continent, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one weapon spirit in the world.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School youth that Ning Zhenyuan sent was a Soul Emperor. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's martial soul defect meant that they could only cultivate to level 70 at most. This meant that a Soul Emperor-level Seven Treasure support was only one soul ring away from reaching the sect's perfect realm.

The full enhancement of the six-tiered Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was bestowed upon a Soul Saint whose combat power was already extremely terrifying.

How to win?

Yu Xiaoheng looked at his hands.

Let alone his current nameless team.

Even if he immediately switched sides and joined the Spirit Hall's team that guaranteed a spot in the main competition, that team would have Soul Saints and Soul Emperors—a truly impressive lineup.