Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

The Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies in Douluo Continent is in full swing, and the competition is nearing its fierce conclusion, with the atmosphere growing increasingly tense. Those who will remain in this competition are undoubtedly the best of the younger generation, each possessing unique skills and radiating brilliance.

Although there were occasional minor hiccups, the overall atmosphere remained lively and exciting.

Before the Papal Palace, two rows of uniformly positioned paladin knights stood like an insurmountable barrier, stretching from the palace gates all the way to the foot of the mountain. Their armor gleamed with a silver light, and their heavy knightly swords flashed with a cold glint, making the entire Papal Mountain appear even more majestic and solemn.

Those eliminated teams had already quietly departed, missing even the final day's battles. Only the truly young and powerful could step onto this sacred square before the Papal Palace and vie for glory.

The morning sunlight filtered through the treetops, and everyone had gathered early in the Papal Palace, eagerly anticipating today's match. At this moment, Yue Guan, clad in golden armor, looked exceptionally imposing.

Standing beside him were several elderly men, also clad in golden armor; they were all prominent figures and elders of the Spirit Hall. Although they appeared to be quite old, their eyes were piercing and their spirits were high, making them seem more like a group of energetic middle-aged men.

"Greetings, Duke!" With each respectful greeting, the crowd bowed respectfully to Leosley and Siegfried, showing due respect to this peerless powerhouse. After all, this man could easily defeat them all with a single hand!

"Greetings, everyone!" Leosley nodded slightly in polite response, and was then invited by Yue Guan to sit down. At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire Papal Palace was filled with anticipation and tension, as everyone quietly awaited the start of the competition.

The Papal Palace was bustling with activity. Bibi Dong wanted the world to witness the extraordinary power of the Spirit Hall, so she specially arranged for several Title Douluos to awe the entire audience.

There are more than just one or two elders here; their lineup is quite impressive!
Inside this magnificent hall, besides the imposing Title Douluo, twelve cardinals stood tall and proud. Although the cardinals' status was slightly lower than that of the Platinum Cardinals, they were still Soul Douluo-level powerhouses, and their strength should not be underestimated.

After all, there are only four Platinum Bishops on the entire Douluo Continent, each responsible for guarding an important place. They are truly precious and scarce resources!
Not only that, but a group of holy knights were also waiting in the Papal Palace, like warriors poised for battle, ready to step forward and command the scene at the Papal command. Just imagine the spectacle—it was truly exhilarating!

At the foot of the mountain, the three strong teams walked side by side, stepping up the steps, the atmosphere tense and exciting. Before them stood the judging panel, composed of representatives from the two great empires and a cardinal from the Spirit Hall, their imposing presence seemingly scrutinizing their every move.

No one else was mingling here; only the team leaders and coaches of these three teams were fortunate enough to watch the match.

Teams that are eliminated can only watch helplessly from the sidelines, and are no longer entitled to watch the competition.

Before dawn, they were already waiting here. However, the Soul Masters inside the hall had arrived much earlier. They were all Soul Masters, each with a strength no less than that of a Soul Venerable. Looking up, there were at least several hundred people in the two neat rows.

Such a display of power startled the representatives of the two great empires, while the academy teams following behind remained silent, trembling with fear.

The square in front of the Papal Palace is no smaller than the competition arena where the previous matches took place. The square square is paved with special stones, which, upon closer inspection, gleam with a soft, lustrous sheen.

Although it wasn't real jade, it was definitely not comparable to ordinary rocks, which was truly astonishing and demonstrated the terrifying wealth of the Spirit Hall.

Just then, a group of upright figures slowly walked out from the side door of the Papal Palace. The twelve cardinals, like elite warriors, walked in two rows to the front of the Papal Palace, six on each side, instantly making the atmosphere even more solemn.

A group of people emerged from the side door of the Papal Palace. A total of twelve cardinals, whose rank was second only to the Platinum Cardinals, slowly walked over. They walked straight to the front of the Papal Palace and stood on either side, six on each side.

"His Holiness the Pope has arrived!" the leading Soul Master announced loudly, his voice booming like a bell, instantly igniting the enthusiasm of the entire Spirit City.

"Long live, long live, long live!"

These three shouts, like towering waves, resounded throughout every corner of Spirit City, like a giant wave whipped up by a raging storm, shaking the hearts of every Spirit Master present. In this grand spectacle, Spirit Masters outside the participating teams were unable to come to the Pope's Hall to watch the competition. However, as the sounds echoed, the enthusiastic cheers from all directions were clearly being transmitted down the mountain by the Spirit Hall through its spirit tools.

Such a magnificent scene caused the Soul Masters from both empires present to change their expressions, and a tense atmosphere immediately filled the air. Even members of the imperial family like Davis instantly became serious, as if they were pondering something important.

As for the Shrek members, their eyes were fixed on the only thing on the stage that was covered by a red cloth.

They knew that was the prize for winning the competition.

Three soul bones.

"We must win," Tang San said.

It's not just about collecting interest from the Spirit Hall, but also about becoming stronger.

"You absolutely have to win. Getting third place this time is already incredibly lucky." Even now, Big Mouth Yu Feng still doesn't know what's going on and he's always looked down on Shrek's way of thinking.

After all, if it weren't for Qin Ming, the outcome would have been uncertain.

"Tch, you defeated opponents still dare to criticize us. You can keep third place for yourselves." Ma Hongjun retorted without any politeness.

"If it weren't for your good-for-nothing Qin Ming, would you have been able to win back then?"

Even Oslo still can't forgive Qin Ming.

He admitted that Qin Ming had taught them for a long time, but the arena was like a battlefield. Making them admit defeat in the battle of spirits was like sending them to their deaths.

Moreover, Tang San was about to kill someone and he still told them to hold back, which meant he wanted them to die!

Osro admitted that he was still a little afraid of the Spirit Hall, but that was only a little; they had never been afraid of anyone.
"Hehe!" Tang San chuckled lightly upon hearing Osro's words, "Trash?"

"I don't know if I'm useless, but you guys definitely are."

Although I don't know why, Oslo seems to be more arrogant than before, and even his tone of voice is different from before.

"you!"

Yu Feng couldn't help but want to make a move, but Yu Tianheng stopped him.

"No rush, there'll be plenty of time to fight later." (End of Chapter)