Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 186 Makino
"boom!"

Yu Tianliang slammed his fist heavily onto the alloy railing, causing ripples of soul power to spread across the protective shield of the arena.

White light reflected off the dome onto his stiff back. He stared intently at the furrows carved into the ground by the gravity field, a metallic taste rising in his throat—not only the pain of his martial spirit's backlash, but also the bitterness of his pride being crushed.

"Seven in one..." He chewed on the words, crimson blood seeping from between his teeth. If he were to unleash Shrek Academy's secret combined attack right from the start, it would be enough to tear apart the defenses of anyone below the Soul Emperor level.

But that damned Gura actually managed to disrupt their battle rhythm with his Gravity Swamp.

He found it hard to accept that he had lost the game, especially to a group of people four years younger than him.

Yu Tianliang walked off the stage with a stern face and without saying a word.

Ye Xinglan's Star God Sword was still humming. The girl knelt on one knee at the edge of the arena, a few strands of her high ponytail sticking to her sweaty neck.

She stared at the spiderweb-like cracks on the sword; this was the first time the Star God Sword had been damaged in front of an opponent who was not a weapon spirit.

What suffocated her even more was that just a moment ago, when Gula's rocky greatsword slashed down, the gravity field conjured up thousands of sword shadows, each carrying the intent to split mountains and shatter peaks.

It was because he was unwilling to admit defeat and wanted to fight with the sword shadow that the Star God Sword was damaged.

"Sword intent is clear..." she murmured, reciting the family records, the realm that swordsmen pursue.

She raised her head unwillingly, her sharp and resolute eyes slightly reddening as she stared directly at Gula: "Why is it that you, who are not a sword spirit, can master sword intent!"

Ye Xinglan had cultivated her basic swordsmanship to the highest level, only one step away from mastering sword intent, which was enough to earn her admission to Shrek Academy's inner courtyard. This was the source of her pride. However, after experiencing Gula's method of integrating sword intent into the gravity field, she realized what it meant to be a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

Seeing the little girl struggling to accept reality and on the verge of tears, Gula showed no mercy, putting one hand in his pocket and using his right to sculpt a rock sword.

"Is sword intent difficult to comprehend?"

A yellowish-brown aura flowed between Gula's fingertips, and the rock element in his palm changed shape like liquid. "This is the intent of the gun."

Before he finished speaking, the weapon transformed into a nine-ringed broadsword. Even before the blade moved, the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon resounded, "Blade intent."

Finally, it coalesced into an octagonal plum blossom-shaped bright silver hammer. The hammerhead trembled slightly, stirring up the force of wind and thunder, like mountains collapsing and floods erupting.

"Whether it's the intent of the spear or the intent of the sword, I can easily comprehend it without feeling any difficulty."

His clone and he were originally one, so his understanding is Cooler's, no problem.

Ye Xinglan was so angry at Gula's boastful behavior that her chest ached. She bit her red lips lightly, and the proud girl finally showed a wronged expression. She tried hard to suppress her pride, but the grievances in her heart could not help but flow out.

"It's cool!"

Xie Xie showed no mercy to women, leaning close to Tang Wulin and whispering. Seeing Ye Xinglan on the verge of tears, he was almost ready to jump up and cheer.

Xu Xiaoyan, who was beside him, quietly tugged at his sleeve, but couldn't stop the boy's beaming face. He remembered perfectly well when Ye Xinglan publicly called Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass a "wild grass martial soul" three days ago.

Tang Wulin scratched his head, feeling relieved but also uneasy.

"Hey kid, stop bullying that little girl."

Zhuo Shi's figure rose from the audience seats, his crimson robe fluttering even without wind.

When his gaze swept over the constantly shifting weapons in Gula's hands, a storm of emotions flashed in his eyes.

The boy's understanding of weapons reminded him of Yun Ming, the master of the Sea God Pavilion. But when the old man spoke, he laughed and scolded, "Haven't you shown off enough, brat?"

Ye Xinglan was, after all, a student of Shrek Academy. If Gula weren't going to join Shrek Academy in the future, he certainly wouldn't stand by and watch Gula bully others.

"I just wanted her to learn humility." "Hehe." Gula chuckled and dispersed his soul power, the rock weapon turning into quicksand that slipped through his fingers. "I was standing up for Wu Lin, why is your teacher stopping me?"

Tang Wulin, who was being used as a shield, opened his mouth, feeling that Gula was simply playing around.

Zhuoshi wasn't fooled by Gula's nonsense, but he didn't pursue the matter.

"You've made such a fuss over such a small matter."

Completely forgetting oneself and one's mortal enemy, Feng Wuyu, can sometimes be quite childish.

He lectured Yu Tianliang and the others: "Losing once is no big deal, you can win it back in the future. Don't embarrass yourself there. Go back and think carefully about where you went wrong..."

Zhenhua and his bodyguard, Mu Ye, the sect leader of the Body Sect, came out together. The two of them did not speak and watched Zhuoshi reprimand the students.

The night dew that had condensed on the metal railings had not yet dissipated. Zhenhua, wearing a dark gold robe, unconsciously stroked the cloud pattern on the cuffs with his fingertips, gazing at Gula in the distance.

"The Qi and blood are solidified, and the soul power is robust."

Makino secretly pondered, his bronze neck turning slightly. He stood with his arms crossed, the muscles encased in his combat uniform casting mountain-like shadows in the morning light.

"But why isn't it my original martial soul...?"

Gula recognized the two of them, decisively abandoned Ye Xinglan, and came over to greet them, saying, "Greetings, Master Craftsman Zhenhua, Senior Muye."

As the boy bent over, a sharp, needle-like pain suddenly shot through the back of his neck. It felt as if he were being watched by a ferocious beast, and his neck tightened.

Makino's gaze was fixed on the protrusion of the third vertebra of his spine. He carefully examined every part from top to bottom, feeling more and more sorry for him.

Why not the original martial soul?

"Oh, you know us?"

Mu Ye spoke first, and Zhen Hua was surprised for a moment before falling silent and watching Mu Ye speak.

Gula thought to himself: Could it be that Makino has taken a liking to my blood and energy?

After pondering for a moment, he realized that the Body Sect's secret techniques did have merit. They could be said to be the group of people who had conducted the most in-depth research on the power of Qi and Blood. If it weren't for the fact that the Body Martial Soul could not be stably passed down, the Body Sect would be the number one sect in the world.

"I've heard of these two seniors by chance."

Gula casually lied, preparing to submit to nature.

Makino nodded. What a sincere child.

He asked one question and then stopped. Haste makes waste. Gula has Leng Yaozhu as her teacher, so it's no use for him to rush things.

Zhenhua and Muye had been partners for many years and he knew Muye's temperament quite well, so he continued, "Your teacher sent me a message through someone, hoping that I would guide you in forging. I will be watching the finals tomorrow."

"Understood, I will do my best."

Gula showed a hint of joy and excitement and readily agreed.

Zhenhua nodded slightly. Although he was curious about what Gula could do, as a senior, he couldn't be too eager to have Gula demonstrate on the spot, that would be too embarrassing.

Seeing Zhenhua's actions, Zhuoshi seemed to understand something. He called Tang Wulin over, his gray-red eyebrows twitched, and his calloused hands pressed down on Tang Wulin's shoulders. Under the boy's confused gaze, he lowered his voice and said, "Silly boy, that is the only master craftsman of our time, the president of the Forging Masters Association. Why don't you go and listen in?"

Tang Wulin gasped, his eyes lighting up, and he approached Zhenhua like a fan, asking him for knowledge about forging.

(End of this chapter)