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

He simply lifted his leg and stepped onto the first step.

"clatter."

The sound of leather boots stepping on the stone steps was exceptionally clear at that moment.

Next is the second level.

Level 3.

He remained silent as he walked step by step onto the ring.

No answer is needed.

Actions speak louder than words.

The referee took a deep breath, and his expression turned serious.

Since you're courting death, you can't blame anyone else.

"Haotian Sect, Tang Hao!"

The referee shouted.

"Boom!"

A muffled thud.

It was as if the earth itself trembled.

Tang Hao, who was sitting in the rest area, suddenly stood up.

He was tall and imposing, like an iron tower.

Beneath that messy hair, a pair of eyes shone with an alarming brightness.

He didn't go up the steps.

Take a step forward.

He crashed onto the ring like a cannonball.

"boom!"

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The hard arena floor was actually cracked by his stomp.

The air currents surged, causing the hem of the figure wearing the smiling mask to flutter loudly.

The two faced each other, thirty meters apart.

The audience members who were shouting and cursing just moments ago have all fallen silent, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Chapter 395 King vs. King

Tang Hao looked at the masked opponent in front of him.

They did not feel slighted by the other party's silence.

in contrast.

He sensed a subtle pressure emanating from this "nameless" individual.

"You're very brave."

Tang Hao spoke.

"Unfortunately, being bold won't save your life."

Yu Xiaoheng remained silent.

He simply raised his right hand slowly and gently moved it around his neck.

"Click."

A crisp sound.

The smile on the mask seemed to become even more exaggerated with his movements.

Six people followed Yu Xiaoheng out one after another.

On the left are two extremely beautiful women wearing blue and white team uniforms.

The elder sister, Shui Lingxi, had a cold expression and wary eyes; the younger sister, Shui Yun'er, was somewhat nervous, but she didn't stop walking.

On the right were three burly men in black, their bodies reeking of blood.

As soon as these three appeared, the surrounding audience, who had been shouting, felt a chill run down their spines.

That look wasn't the look a Soul Master gives an opponent; it was the look a butcher gives a dead pig.

Those are demons that crawled out of the city of slaughter.

Walking at the very back was a tall, beautiful young woman with an expressionless face and unfathomable purple eyes—it was Bibi Dong.

This is the lineup of the Nameless Team.

They looked quite imposing, with a handsome man and a beautiful woman combined with a ruthless thug exuding murderous intent.

However, when everyone's attention returned to the Haotian Sect, the initial amazement was instantly forgotten.

Six people were standing behind Tang Hao.

Besides the four elite disciples of the Haotian Sect, there was also a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe standing there.

The old man had white hair and beard, and held a crystal-clear seven-story pagoda in his hands.

That's the symbol of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"That's... Elder Liu from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

Someone with a sharp eye recognized it immediately.

"My god, a level 63 Soul Emperor!"

"A Soul Emperor-level Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master assisting Tang Hao?"

"What's the point of fighting now?!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

On the day of the finals, there were naturally some Soul Masters who came to watch the match on short notice. Although they had heard about it, when the Seven Treasures Soul Emperor actually appeared, everyone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Tang Hao was already a Soul Saint, and with the amplification of the number one support martial soul in the world, a Soul Emperor-level amplification, even a Soul Douluo would have to think twice before unleashing this hammer, let alone that kid on the other side who didn't even dare to reveal his name.

In the VIP section.

Tang San gently blew away the foam on the teacup, his expression serene.

When a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

This battle must not only be won, but won spectacularly and decisively.

The world must know the consequences of provoking the Haotian Sect.

On the arena.

The referee watched as both sides stood still and swallowed hard.

The oppressive atmosphere made even a Soul Emperor like him feel a tightness in his chest.

"The match begins!"

The referee suddenly waved the red flag down.

"boom!"

There was no probing.

There were no extra tactical arrangements.

Tang Hao made a move.

Without even waiting for the support Soul Master behind him to apply his buffs, he was like a runaway chariot, smashing through the air and rushing towards Yu Xiaoheng, who was thirty meters away.

Logically, in a seven-on-seven team battle, offensive Soul Masters should protect their support characters or wait for an opportunity to strike.

But Tang Hao did not.

He is too strong.

So strong that no tactics are needed.

Moreover, the previous performance of "Nameless" was so outstanding that there were even rumors that he was a monster no less than Yu Xiaoheng.

At that moment, Tang Hao broke down.

Although Yu Xiaoheng is dead, he is clearly a nightmare in his heart!

Tang Hao's Dao heart was shattered because of that person!

Faced with Wuming, who was vaguely perceived by some as similar to Yu Xiaoheng.

A fire burned in Tang Hao's heart.

If the opponent stalls for time or pulls out some coordinated attacks, even if we win, the Haotian Sect will lose face.

What he wanted was to kill instantly.

Before the other party could react, they smashed the head wearing the ridiculous mask directly into the ground.

Black light condensed wildly in his hand.

A massive, jet-black hammer appeared out of thin air, its head adorned with intricate patterns and gleaming with a chilling dark light.

Haotian Hammer!

"That's my prey, nobody else is allowed to interfere!"

Tang Hao roared, his voice booming like thunder.

The Haotian Sect disciples behind him, who had originally intended to charge, stopped in their tracks upon hearing these words.

They knew the temperament of this youngest Soul Saint of the Haotian Sect.

Since Tang Hao said he wanted a one-on-one fight, then it's a one-on-one fight.