Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Leosley stood quietly in place, his icy blue eyes fixed on Tang San in front of him, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze into frost because of his presence.

Tang San, wielding the Shura Sword, had lost count of how many times his defenses had been breached.

"Why, why can't I break through his defenses?"

Tang San held the Shura Sword, his brows furrowed with solemnity. His breathing was slightly rapid, and fine beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping into the snow at his feet, instantly turning into ice crystals. His eyes were fixed on Leosley, the Shura Sword in his hand trembling slightly, the dark red light on its blade flickering.

"Have you beaten enough?"

Leosley's voice sounded particularly jarring in the quiet battlefield; every word struck Tang San's heart like a heavy hammer blow.

Tang San's breath hitched slightly, and the Shura Sword in his hand paused for a moment, the dark red light on the sword's body dimming slightly.

The rise and fall of his chest became more pronounced, clearly indicating a significant physical exertion.

A cold smile crept across his lips, his voice low and hoarse: "Leosley, don't be so confident."

"Confidence, perhaps, but it's based on the fact that I've never lost."

Whether it was in Mero Petersburg in the past or now, his battles are always on the line between life and death; if he doesn't win, he dies.

Cage fights, death matches, fistfights—his body is covered in countless scars.

He fought relentlessly and won continuously.

His strength improved through these battles.

Leosley stared at Tang San with a calm and indifferent gaze. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only snowflakes slowly falling, bringing a chill.

Tang San raised the Asura Sword once more, the red light regrouping on its blade. He took a deep breath, his soul power surging, and the Blue Silver Grass spread out like a giant net, quickly covering the entire battlefield. "One last try..."

He made a silent vow in his heart that if he failed again this time, he didn't know if he would have the strength to continue fighting.

Bibi Dong stood at a distance, coldly observing the standoff, her fingers gently stroking the Rakshasa scythe.

She seemed completely unconcerned about Tang San winning; instead, she appeared to be waiting for a certain moment to arrive.

She has exhausted her divine power. Unless she can go to the God Realm, she will not have any divine power left, making it impossible for her to fight Tang San.

Didn't you see that apart from the army, none of these gods made a move?

“Since you’ve made your decision, then…” Leosley put on his boxing gloves, and a chill began to emanate from them, instantly turning the surrounding space cold.

"as you wish."

A chilling aura, like a snake, swirled around Leosley's gauntlets, gradually spreading across the entire battlefield. The temperature plummeted, and the snow on the ground condensed into a thin layer of ice at his feet, crackling softly. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass gradually stiffened under the onslaught of the chill; its once vibrant vines now stood frozen like ice sculptures.

"This...this is..." Tang San still held the Asura Sword in his hand, but the dark red light on the sword had been corroded by the cold air and become extremely weak. He tried to mobilize the soul power in his body, but found that his meridians seemed to be frozen, and the circulation of divine power became extremely slow.

Leosley walked slowly forward, each step causing a thin layer of ice to form on the ground with a soft cracking sound. His gaze remained fixed on Tang San, his icy blue pupils devoid of any emotion, as if he were witnessing a predetermined ending.

Tang San's arms trembled slightly, the weight of the Asura Sword seemed to increase continuously, and he almost lost the strength to lift it. His breathing became more and more rapid, and white mist exhaled from his mouth, instantly condensing into frost, which fell on his shoulders and chest. His legs had begun to go numb, and the cold air invaded his body along his meridians, almost freezing his entire body.

Leosley stopped just three steps away from Tang San. He raised his right hand, the chill emanating from his gauntlet intensifying, as if to freeze the surrounding air. He didn't rush to attack, but waited quietly, seemingly giving Tang San a final chance to fight back.

A biting wind howled, and every inch of air on the battlefield seemed to freeze in the extreme cold. Leosley's figure appeared exceptionally tall in the wind and snow, his gauntlets radiating a chilling aura, as if they could turn everything in front of him into ice sculptures at any moment.

Tang San stood still, the Shura Sword in his hand could no longer be wielded as freely as before. The dark red light on the sword was completely suppressed by the cold air, so faint that it was almost invisible.

"Fight!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, and lunged forward, wielding the Shura Sword with its last ounce of strength to slash at Leosley. However, before the blade could even touch Leosley, it was blocked by an invisible chill, the sword instantly covered in frost, unable to advance even an inch further.

Leosley remained expressionless, his right fist slightly raised, and the cold air on his gauntlet suddenly erupted, forming a huge ice-blue vortex that rushed straight towards Tang San.

Tang San's body was forced backward by the impact of the cold air, his feet leaving two deep marks on the ground.

His arms hung limply at his sides, and the Asura Sword flew out of his hands, plunging heavily into the ground with a dull thud.

"Leosley." A trace of blood trickled from Tang San's lips. His body was almost numb from the chill, but his eyes remained firm, showing no sign of yielding.

The icy blue vortex stopped before Tang San, its chilling aura enveloping him. The snow on the ground swirled up from the sudden cold, forming a tornado that separated the two. Leosley's figure gradually blurred and disappeared into the swirling snow.

Tang San stood there, his entire body covered in snow. He tried to mobilize his divine power, but found that it was almost impossible to circulate under the pressure of the cold air, as if his meridians were frozen.

He slowly raised his head, his vision blurred, with only the swirling snowflakes dancing before him in a dazzling display.

"Finally, we succeeded."

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi reverted to his usual polite and gentlemanly demeanor.

"Charm?"

Chen Xin didn't understand what Ning Fengzhi meant by success.
He knew that Ning Fengzhi was very capable. With his wisdom, he could lead the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to rise step by step, navigate various forces, and ensure the safety of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Uncle Jian, don't you understand?"

"Feng Zhi, what do you mean by that?"

Chen Xin frowned, not understanding why Ning Fengzhi would say that.

To scheme against the gods—is that something a mortal would dare to even dream of?
"Uncle Jian, tell me, if Tang San succeeds today, what's the first thing he'll do?" (End of Chapter)