Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 183: Battle of Glory
The afternoon sun cast a golden glow on the restaurant's door frame, and Gula stood on the polished metal frame, the hem of her white trench coat swaying gently in the evening breeze.

His slender fingers were toying with a silver coin, which could be considered an antique from 20,000 years ago in this day and age. The cold metallic light flowed between his fingers, and a faint smile played on his lips, as if he was enjoying watching the show.

"Go out and fight."

Light, airy words drifted into the store, as if the aroma of seafood had been blown away by a cold breeze.

Tang Wulin paused, then breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Having heard that Ye Xinglan was a student of Shrek Academy's inner court, he didn't believe he could defeat her in his current state. However, Gula was different; he believed in Gula's strength.

"Gula, you've come. We were just..."

"I heard it all."

Gula raised his hand to stop him, putting his hands in his pockets: "Your status as a Shrek Academy student is something to be proud of, but that's not a reason for you to be superior. If you want Xie Xie to apologize, shouldn't you apologize to Tang Wulin first?"

Ye Xinglan's fingers suddenly tightened, a cold glint appearing deep in her eyes in the twilight. Xu Lizhi, who was beside her, hurriedly grabbed the hem of her clothes. Beads of sweat appeared on the tip of the chubby boy's nose, and he felt an immense pressure from Gula.

Xie Xie leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, a cold smile on his lips. You're all unlucky to have messed with Gula.

“Sister Xinglan, you didn’t…” Xu Lizhi’s face flushed red as he tried to explain, but Ye Xinglan pulled him behind her. The girl gave Gula a deep look, and as she turned around, her ponytail swung in the air in a sharp arc: “I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, and he’s not qualified to make me apologize. Lizhi, let’s go.”

As she spoke, she was about to take Xu Lizhi away. Although she was proud, she was not stupid. She knew that she was outnumbered and outmatched. She was confident that she could take on three or four people at once, but not five.

Tang Wulin didn't stop him. There was no benefit in it, and he wasn't the type to cause trouble. Although he was unhappy, he didn't want to get entangled in the matter. For him, nothing mattered more than eating.

With a hint of emotion, she said, "Don't let her affect your mood. The seafood here is quite delicious, let's eat some together."

"it is good."

Gula faced the counter, looking at the empty self-service area, and slapped his palm on the greasy counter: "Boss, we're out of stock, give me ten pounds of salt-baked lobster."

The middle-aged man behind the counter trembled as he gripped the rag, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead: "M-guest..."

He glanced at the mountain of seashell fragments piled up in the corner, "Today... the ingredients that were provided by nature were just eaten up by this young man."

The calloused fingers pointed at Tang Wulin, who was about to finish off the last of the food, with obvious traces of soup at the corner of his mouth.

Of course, the restaurant wouldn't only stock up on ingredients for one day, but Tang Wulin ate too much, so the owner had no choice but to lie to minimize the losses.

Tang Wulin wasn't stupid; he could see what his boss meant, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Ordinary seafood has low energy content, and he desperately needed to replenish his energy after the battle, so he ate it without restraint.

Gula raised an eyebrow at Tang Wulin's innocent face, chuckled, and said that he was used to it. When Tang Wulin was short of money, he would go to a buffet restaurant, but he would usually only be able to go once before being blacklisted. Fortunately, he was not often short of money.

"Then let's go somewhere else."

Gula suggested, "Tang Wulin, are you almost full? Let's go get some barbecue. It's on me from now on."

Whether in his past or present life, he is not picky about food, and now that he has plenty of money, he has no intention of neglecting his internal organs.

But if he were to invite Tang Wulin to dinner, his wealth would be at stake. "Okay."

Tang Wulin never refuses a treat, feeling he can still eat. "I have a match this afternoon, don't let it interfere with my studies."

The streets of Tianhai City were filled with the aroma of grilled squid in the afternoon. Tang Wulin, rubbing his slightly bulging belly, walked at the front of the line and returned to Tianhai Stadium.

As Tang Wulin turned past the marble columns of the stadium, his eyes flickered slightly. He saw Ye Xinglan and her team together. The two teams met and stood frozen in place.

"It's you guys again. Is stalking people fun?"

The girl's voice was like a sword tip tempered with ice, and the five teammates behind her stepped forward to support her in perfect unison. Xu Lizhi's hand, holding the cream bun, froze in mid-air, and frosting fell onto his shiny leather shoes.

Tang Wulin and the others were extremely shocked and felt incredibly wronged. This guy was far too confident!
Xie Xie couldn't help but retort angrily, "Who's following whom? The arena isn't your private property. Are you so narcissistic? Have you had a healing soul master check your brain?"

"Watch your mouth and keep it clean."

Before Ye Xinglan could speak, the team leader spoke first. He was a Soul Master from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, and the leader of this temporary team was a four-ring Soul Master named Yu Tianliang.

The air exploded with a burnt smell. As Yu Tianliang stepped forward, blue-purple arcs of electricity danced in his hair. This Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, didn't even release his Martial Soul; the mere surge of his soul power caused smoke to rise from Xie Xie's school uniform collar.

He possessed the pride inherited from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul Path, and moreover, he was a student of Shrek Academy. Seeing the inner court students in the team being provoked, he immediately saw this as an opportunity to gain favor.

"Kneel down and apologize, or you will bear the consequences."

Yu Tianliang's voice was accompanied by thunderous tremors, seemingly a special soul power technique, causing Xie Xie's knees to bend uncontrollably.

Xie Xie's face showed anger. This was another humiliation. He was about to release his martial spirit.

At this moment, Tang Wulin took a half step forward, and golden patterns appeared faintly on his neck. The aura of the Golden Dragon King transformed into an invisible barrier, completely devouring the lightning pressure of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus.

Yu Tianliang instinctively felt fear. Even the Super Douluo Zhuoshi was suppressed, so the four-ring Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master was no match for him.

"You've gone too far. Xie Xie's words were inappropriate, but we cannot allow you to humiliate him."

Seeing this, Gula was glad that his martial soul was not a native species of Douluo Continent, otherwise he would also have been restrained by the Golden Dragon King due to their kinship.

On the top floor of the stadium, Wu Changkong's ice-blue dress fluttered in the air a hundred meters above the ground.

Shen Yi twirled the silver bell at the end of his hair and laughed, "Senior brother, aren't you worried? That kid from the Yu family was able to cover half the arena with his Thunderstorm Domain during the previous exhibition match."

"Senior brother, your little guys have gotten into a fight with the juniors. I hope they don't get hurt. Should I call them back?"

Wu Changkong's eyes flashed as he recalled the scenes of his special training with Gula. The speed of Gula's progress was beyond his imagination of humans. He calmly said, "No need, they won't suffer any losses."

Shen Yi stopped what he was doing, staring intently at Wu Changkong, a thousand emotions swirling within him, and said in disbelief, "Impossible. Yu Tianliang is fifteen years old and already a four-ring Soul Master. Your students aren't even twelve years old yet, are they?"

Wu Changkong shook his head: "Some geniuses cannot be judged by common sense. Half of them are qualified to enter the inner academy directly."

(End of this chapter)