Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 179 Fighting Soul
The cheers that suddenly erupted from the audience swept across the entire stadium like a tsunami, the sound waves carrying the boiling fighting spirit of the young soul masters and surging under the dome.

The moment the sixteen floating arenas descended from the clouds, a faint blue light pattern appeared on the metal surfaces that reflected the sunlight. The Skysea Alliance's wave emblem appeared and disappeared in the mist, like the eyes of a god looking down upon the human world.

Cities near the sea have many believers in the sea god, and the arena built in imitation of the legendary sea god island is enough to show the sea god's influence.

Gu Yue looked up at the giant arenas hanging from the clouds. This was human creativity, making the most of lifeless metal.

The metal chains rattled against the clouds, producing a thunderous sound. Gu Yue gazed at the sea god sculpture in the plaza, the scale-like energy patterns on her skin faintly visible beneath her sleeves.

As the lights in the audience suddenly dimmed, Gu Yue stopped thinking and brushed away Xu Xiaoyan's trembling fingers.

"It's time to enter."

Upon hearing this, Gula waved his hand and said, "See you later."

His strength is beyond the standard, so he's going to participate in the solo battle.

Tang Wulin and the other three watched him leave. Wu Changkong also walked towards the audience seats. In the distance, Tang Wulin saw his master, Zhuoshi, sitting on the judges' platform.

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, his breathing becoming rapid as oxygen entered his body and his blood circulation accelerated.

"Let's go, we must do our best to win a good ranking, and not let the dance teacher's teaching go to waste."

Compared to Tang Wulin's seriousness, Gula was much more relaxed. Or rather, even in a competition where the participants had to be under fifteen years old, the strongest were only some three-ring Soul Masters; he was just there to relax.

Playing with the failed spirit-forged metal block, Gula stepped into the special passage, his right hand constantly rubbing the metal block.

The crimson scales spread from his wrist to his fingertips, then faded back to his normal skin color in an instant.

Just as the metal block was about to hit the ceiling, it suddenly stopped, the lava patterns on its surface flashing three times, before landing precisely in Gula's outstretched palm.

Through continuous perception, Gula roughly understood the reason for the forging failure.

That is Groudon's power. He often uses Groudon's spirit during forging. Spirit forging is an exchange between the blacksmith and the metal, which can be said to be the blacksmith enlightening the spirit.

While others cultivate step by step, from the Hundred Refinements to the Heavenly Refinements, Groudon directly grasps Groudon's divine power. Even when it is shared with his main body and the divine power disintegrates into low-level soul power, it still retains a trace of the characteristics of divine power.

By sheer coincidence, or perhaps because divine power had accumulated to its limit in the forging hammer, a rare failure occurred.

"Failure doesn't mean failure forever. If I borrow Groudon's power, could I forge Skyforged metal or even Skyforged metal?"

Groudon's mind raced. Even if he failed in the end, he could still share the forging experience with Groudon's clone. He hadn't forgotten that the clone had a plan to challenge Rayquaza and Arceus, and a new Battle Armor to enhance its strength would be indispensable.

"We previously used the blood from the divine beast's essence to create the Soul Forging Hammer, so Heaven Forging should have a chance of success."

"However, the Heavenly Tribulation is a problem. I can't keep using the clone's power indefinitely. If I want to ensure the completion of a forging process, I'll need to wait until I become a Soul King and try to condense a Soul Core before I can use the clone's power for an extended period."

Gula reviewed his plans. Now that he had the basic ability to protect himself, it was time to think about the future.

He stepped onto ring number seven, loosened two buttons on his collar, and let the damp wind blow into his collar, extinguishing his excitement.

Group battles and individual battles are in different areas, and there are fewer spectators than in group battles. After all, they are all children, with a maximum cultivation level of three rings, so their battles are definitely not as exciting as those in group battles.

The various academies value the honor of team battles more than individual battles, as this is proof of their teaching ability.

"Both sides are in position!" The referee's electronic voice pierced the rain. "Single Soul Battle, Arena Seven, East Sea Academy's Gula versus Sky Sea Academy's Thorn Diamond, the match begins!"

The referee announced the end of the match and stepped aside.

On the other side of the ring, a boy in a navy blue school uniform stepped onto the stage. He looked down at Gula with his nostrils flared, "From Donghai City, pretty flashy, huh? You're unlucky to have run into me."

Tianhai City is the city with the strongest Soul Masters in the alliance; otherwise, Donghai Academy wouldn't have spent so much money training Class Zero.

Gula yawned, his collar billowing in the wind, revealing his muscular physique. "Oh."

Veins bulged on Ci Ling's forehead as he forced himself to remain calm: "Pretend to be serious, Poison Pufferfish Martial Soul, possess me!"

The phantom of the porcupine behind the thorny caltrop is materializing, its grayish-brown skin oozing viscous venom, and each sharp thorn root pulsating with a dark green aura.

The moment Ci Ling completed the possession of the porcupine, his originally thin body suddenly swelled up, the skin exposed when the buttons of his school uniform popped off was covered with poisonous thorns, and even his pupils shrank into two vertical lines.

Gula casually shifted his gaze, and the emerald-green patterns on Celebi's eyes flashed briefly in the depths of her pupils.

This allowed him to see the subtle fluctuations in the opponent's third spirit ring, which clearly indicated that it had only recently broken through and was not yet stable.

"He's quite a little genius, but unfortunately he's met the great demon king, me."

Gula became somewhat interested; the porcupine spirit was someone he knew.

He pondered for a moment. Since Groudon's spirit could be perfectly mastered with almost no practice because of its clone, it was better to show Celebi's spirit to the outside world for easier training.

"You dare ignore me! Get down here!"

Seeing Gula distracted, Thorn was furious. He arched his back, and his third spirit ring lit up first. The water vapor around him vaporized into poisonous mist within three meters. "Go lie down in the medical team!"

Gula finally raised his right hand, but not to release his martial spirit.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now..." Thorn's voice was sticky and viscous as he deliberately plunged his poisonous stinger into the cloud-patterned steel arena floor. The ear-piercing scraping sound drew a few disdainful boos from the audience. "Our Tianhai Academy's singles match win rate is..."

"Celebi, possess me."

Gula's yawn interrupted the other's boasting. He casually stuffed the spirit-forged metal back into his pocket, and emerald-colored patterns quietly appeared on his left palm.

Behind him stretched out a pair of thin, emerald-green wings, with specks of fluorescent light falling like willow catkins in early spring.

"Parasite seeds."

Groudon, finding himself with a foul-mouthed enemy, practiced Grass-type moves. In his opinion, Leech Seed was the Grass-type move with the greatest potential, effective against many enemies.

In particular, there are few powerful plant-type Soul Masters in the Douluo Continent. Even if there are, Soul Masters with flesh and blood bodies can be parasitized by parasitic seeds.

Seeing Gula scattering green seeds, Thorn sneered; his venom was very effective against plant-type Soul Masters.

Suddenly, the poisonous spikes all over its body sprayed out dark green liquid. The liquid was actually black soul power, which condensed into countless sharp cones in mid-air, covering the vicinity of Gula like a torrential rain.

Gula merely flapped his light wings gently, dancing in the wind and constantly dodging, like an elf dancing a dance of death.

(End of this chapter)