Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

"It's not good for children to play with fire."

Upon seeing this, Higgin's pistol, which was supposed to fire tranquilizer darts, began to spray out numerous bubbles.

This time, the bubble did not show any offensive power, but instead slowly rose and burst in mid-air.

The moment the bubble burst in mid-air, a fine mist spread out, carrying a cool sensation, rapidly expanding in all directions. The mist seemed to possess an invisible power, suppressing the blazing flames unleashed by Ma Hongjun in the blink of an eye.

Ma Hongjun's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with astonishment: "This...how is this possible?"

Dai Mubai's eyes widened as well, his clenched fists trembled slightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged: "What methods did this woman use?"

Higewen smiled slightly, gently twirling the pistol in her hand, her tone relaxed and natural: "It's very dangerous for children to play with fire. It's better for them to behave and listen to me."

Ma Hongjun gritted his teeth, his anger surging in his chest: "Don't be so smug! You think a mere little bit of water mist can stop me? Dream on!"

Before he finished speaking, he once again activated the divine power within his body, and the phoenix phantom behind him became clearer. Flames rose from his body again, and the temperature was even more terrifying than before. Even the moisture in the air was instantly evaporated, turning into wisps of white smoke.

To hell with godhood, to hell with celestial power! Even if I die today, I'll drag Higgin down with me!

Ma Hongjun's eyes blazed with a frenzied fire. He roared to the sky, his voice filled with boundless rage and despair. His body spun in the air, flames swirling around him like a vortex, forming a blazing fire tornado.

"Phoenix rising from the ashes!"

Ma Hongjun's voice was hoarse and deep, as if it came from the depths of hell. His body gradually blurred in the flames, as if he were about to merge with the flames.

Seeing this, Tang San's unease grew even stronger. He gripped the Shura Sword tightly, its blade radiating a chilling killing intent, but his steps involuntarily took a step back.

"Be careful, this guy's gone mad!"

Tang San whispered a reminder, but he didn't step forward immediately. Instead, he watched Ma Hongjun and Xigewen's confrontation warily.

Dai Mubai stood to the side, his face ashen. He glanced at Tang San and sneered, "Didn't you say you'd handle this alone? Now you're hiding far away."

Tang San ignored Dai Mubai's taunts, his gaze fixed on Ma Hongjun, while he was plotting something in his mind.

Ma Hongjun's body finally merged completely into the flames, leaving only a gigantic fire dragon in the sky, roaring as it charged towards Xigewen. The heat of the flames turned the entire battlefield into a furnace, even melting the stones on the ground.

Siegwen remained calm and composed. She gently waved the water gun in her hand, and the bubbles quickly condensed in the air, forming a thick curtain of water.

The water curtain, like a transparent shield, blocked her way, emitting a faint mist that contrasted sharply with the oncoming flames.

The water curtain, like a transparent barrier, steadily blocked Ma Hongjun's flames. The moment the flames collided with the water curtain, a piercing hissing sound erupted, and thick white smoke billowed upwards, obscuring most of the sky. The flames gradually weakened under the protection of the water curtain, eventually vanishing into nothingness.

The flames gradually weakened under the protection of the water curtain, eventually vanishing into nothingness. Ma Hongjun's figure emerged from the flames, his face pale, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, clearly exhausted. His knees trembled slightly, almost collapsing to the ground, but he gritted his teeth and held on. His eyes still burned with unwilling anger, staring intently at Xigewen, as if trying to etch her image into his very bones.

Dai Mubai strode over to Ma Hongjun, put his hand on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Fatty, don't be stubborn." Ma Hongjun shook off Dai Mubai's hand, panting heavily, "I won't accept this!"

Dai Mubai's brows furrowed even deeper. His gaze lingered on Ma Hongjun's face for a moment before he said coldly, "You have no choice but to submit! Look at yourself now!"

He remembered that Ma Hongjun used to be quite afraid of dying, didn't he?

Logically speaking, if they can't win now, Ma Hongjun should be running away as soon as possible, given his past thinking. Why is he so brave today?

“I’ve been a coward my whole life, protected by my teacher my whole life, and protected by you, Boss Dai, for so many years. I don’t want to be a coward anymore.” Ma Hongjun’s voice was low, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, carrying an unwavering determination. “I don’t want to be protected by you like a coward anymore. I want to fight honorably once.”

"I admit it, I'm lecherous, I'm afraid of death, I don't have the perseverance of Tang San, I don't have the leadership of you, Dai Mubai, and I'm not an elite of Shrek Academy. I have nothing, all I have is a worthless life. But now, I want to fight for this worthless life."

Ma Hongjun's voice trembled, but his eyes grew increasingly resolute.

Brother Dai, I won't back down.

Even if I die, I want to die like a man.

Dai Mubai's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the resolute determination and unwillingness in Ma Hongjun's eyes, he was speechless for a moment. He knew what Ma Hongjun was thinking, but he hadn't expected him to say such things under these circumstances. Dai Mubai took a deep breath, calming his inner turmoil, and then patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder: "Good brother!"

Tang San was completely focused on fighting Leosley and had no time to pay attention to anything else.

The power of the Asura God granted him immense destructive and regenerative abilities, but at the same time, it also brought him endless suffering.

Leosley's strength was too great; every time they clashed, it caused enormous damage to his body.

Despite possessing extremely strong regenerative abilities, physical damage is unavoidable.

The embers of the flames drifted in the air, and the battlefield was filled with the smell of gunpowder and scorched earth. Tang San's breathing was heavy, each gasp accompanied by the violent heaving of his chest.

Although Leosley did not attack, the ice itself can affect the surroundings through temperature.

Especially the gods of Douluo Continent, gods who couldn't even break through city walls, Tang San couldn't withstand Leosley's ice at all.

His body trembled slightly from the chill, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead were frozen by the surrounding cold air before they could even slide down. A mad light flashed in his eyes, but he knew that his strength was gradually waning.

Tang San's gaze was fixed on Leiosli, the Shura Sword in his hand trembling slightly, the blood-red patterns on the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum, and his breathing became rapid. He could feel the surrounding temperature dropping sharply, a bone-chilling cold filling the air, as if even time itself had frozen.

Leosley remained standing in place, his hands hanging at his sides, making no unnecessary movements. His expression was calm to the point of being indifferent; if it weren't for the smile at the corner of his mouth, one would truly think he was as cold as ice.

However, it was precisely this calm and collected demeanor that gave Tang San an unprecedented sense of pressure. (End of Chapter)