Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

"court death!"

The air around them froze instantly.

The members of the red-clad law enforcement team raised their weapons, their seventh spirit rings lit up, and their martial spirit true forms were activated.

The burly man in the lead snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. He waved his hand, signaling the red-clad law enforcement officers behind him to get ready.

"Since you're so stubborn, don't blame us for being impolite!"

Before the words were even finished, the red-clad law enforcement officers raised their weapons, the sharp blades gleaming coldly under the lights. At the same time, their spirit rings lit up one by one, black spirit rings swirling around them, radiating powerful spirit energy fluctuations.

"The seventh soul skill—Martial Soul True Body!"

Among them are beast spirits and weapon spirits, but undeniably, they are all fallen ones, also known as evil spirit masters.

Therefore, this Martial Soul True Body is entirely imbued with the malevolent aura of an evil soul master and the killing intent produced by the City of Slaughter.

The true forms of the Red-Clad Enforcement Team's martial spirits condensed in the air, each emanating a dense aura of malevolence, like evil spirits from the depths of hell.

Their bodies were contorted, their muscles bulging, their skin a bizarre dark red, their eyes bloodshot like burning flames, their fangs protruding, and foul-smelling viscous fluid constantly dripping from their mouths. Their breathing was heavy and rapid, each exhale carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

The burly man leading the group brandished his giant axe and sneered, "Boy, you've chosen your own path to death!"

The leader's spirit didn't seem like that of a Fallen One at all, but as Chapter 391 said, not everyone who comes here is a born evil spirit master.

He was the kind of person who was naturally bloodthirsty.

Before awakening his martial soul, he would kill other people's chickens everywhere; after awakening his martial soul, he only thought about killing people.

At first, it was just a thought, but later, I couldn't resist doing it.

First, he killed everyone in the village. Later, he obtained the spirit ring and started playing the double-crossing game. He felt it was pretty fun, so he started doing this.

But then things went awry; he accidentally killed a nobleman's son, and the crucial point was that the nobleman was an imperial nobleman. And then...
It means being hunted down.

Despite being hunted down, he managed to pull off a few more heists, but was discovered by the Spirit Hall. In the end, having no other option, he hid in the City of Slaughter.

The burly man leading the group held a giant axe, a cruel smile playing on his lips; he clearly saw Leosley as his prey.

Ever since he became the boss, he's had to find a reason to kill people every day, and he can't even kill those he's protecting. Now that someone finally dares to mess with him, how can he not be happy!
The red-clad law enforcement officers around them all revealed their martial spirit forms.

The burly man at the head of the group snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. He waved his hand, signaling the red-clad law enforcement officers behind him to prepare. Since Leosley was so eager to die, he'd grant his wish. It would also teach these underlings who to mess with and who not to mess with.

"kill him!"

Before the burly man leading the group could finish speaking, the red-clad law enforcement officers rushed toward Leosley, their weapons gleaming coldly in the air.

The burly man at the head of the group swung his giant axe with a sudden, sharp screech, the blade cutting through the air. His figure was like a moving mountain, unstoppable, the ground beneath his feet groaning under his heavy weight.

The other red-clad law enforcement officers followed closely behind, their various martial spirit forms twisting and deforming in the dim light, resembling a group of demons crawling out of hell. One of the red-clad officers wielded a pair of curved blades, the blades shrouded in black smoke that seemed capable of swallowing even light. His figure flickered like a ghost, instantly closing in on Leosley's left side, his curved blades drawing a sharp arc, aiming straight for his neck.

The other red-clad law enforcement officer possessed a Beast Spirit, his arms transforming into a pair of enormous beast claws with sharp, blade-like nails and skin covered in thick scales. He let out a low roar, leaped up suddenly, and slashed his claws fiercely at Leosley's head, as if to crush it.

But when faced with these evil soul masters whose strength was at the level of Soul Douluo, Leosley just smiled coldly and showed no intention of backing down.

As the axe came crashing down, Leosley merely shifted his body slightly and flicked his right hand. The air seemed to freeze, and a chill instantly spread.

Before the red-clad law enforcement officers at the forefront could even get close to him, they were covered by a thin layer of frost, and their movements suddenly slowed down.

"Duke, watch your back."

No sooner had Siegwen finished speaking than a red-clad law enforcement officer's blade was already at the back of Leosley's neck.

However, just as the blade was about to touch the skin, Leosley's figure suddenly blurred for a moment. The next instant, he appeared behind the law enforcement officer, and with a gentle pat of his hand, the officer's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall and never getting up again.

Who says boxers can only use their fists?

Just as the blade was about to touch the back of Leosley's neck, Leosley's figure vanished from the spot like a phantom.

The red-clad law enforcement officer's blade missed its mark, and he staggered forward a few steps due to inertia.

Immediately afterwards, a chill ran down his spine.

Upon seeing this, the burly man leading the group's pupils contracted sharply, and the smile on his face froze instantly. He hadn't expected Leosley's reaction speed to be so swift; even before he could see the movement clearly, his men had been easily defeated.

The chill not only penetrated the officer's body, but also seemed to seep into his heart, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Leosley reappeared in the same spot, still as composed as ever. He slightly raised his right hand, a faint glimmer of icy blue light visible at his fingertips, as if the previous movement had been nothing more than a casual gesture.

His gaze was indifferent as he swept his eyes over the red-clad law enforcement officers around him, as if he were looking at a group of insignificant ants.

"Anyone else want to try?" Leosley's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. There was no provocation in his tone; he was merely stating a fact, as if these people weren't worth his time.

If you kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed yourself.

The tension in the air was almost palpable. The red-clad law enforcement officers exchanged bewildered glances. Despite their large numbers, each of them felt unprecedented pressure under Leosley's icy gaze.

The burly man leading the group gritted his teeth, the scar on his forehead appearing even more ferocious with anger.

"Don't let him intimidate us! Let's attack together!"

At his command, the remaining red-clad law enforcement officers mustered their courage and launched another attack.

This time, however, their movements were noticeably more hesitant; fear had taken root in their hearts. (End of Chapter)