Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 333 Long Yue VS Tang Wulin

The following day, the Xingluo Stadium was packed with people, the huge roar almost lifting the clouds.

But when that figure stepped onto the center stage, all the noise seemed to freeze for a moment, before erupting into even more frenzied, almost out-of-control shouts.

Dragon Leaps.

He walked step by step, his crimson eyes sweeping over the surroundings like a tyrannosaur surveying its territory.

Wherever his gaze fell, the frenzied shouts were tinged with a barely perceptible fear. The aura emanating from him was no longer the fluctuation of a Soul Master's soul power, but a pure, savage, and blood-stained oppressive force, so heavy it was suffocating.

His target was Tang Wulin, who was standing opposite him.

Clearly, after suffering two consecutive setbacks, Long Yue was eager to regain his face by taking down the Shrek Academy students.

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, the air on the arena, mixed with dust and a frenzied atmosphere, rushed into his chest.

Long Yue's gaze fell on him, but the look in his eyes was not like that of an opponent, but more like that of an object that was an eyesore and needed to be completely destroyed.

A surge of immense pressure flashed through Tang Wulin's mind, quickly replaced by a powerful fighting spirit. Faced with this humanoid beast, he had to seize every opportunity.

"Game start!"

The referee's voice was like the fuse that ignited an explosive.

The dragon leaped. There was no probing, no maneuvering, only the most primal and ferocious attack.

The alloy arena beneath his feet emitted a piercing groan as he transformed into a dark golden streak of light that tore through the air, hurtling towards Tang Wulin with a destructive force. His speed far surpassed that of Tang Wulin's previous opponents.

Long Yue was defeated by Bo Xi and then tricked by Gu Yue. He had been harboring a lot of anger in his heart. He had already put on his one-word battle armor "Mountain" and was going all out!

Tang Wulin's pupils suddenly contracted, and the Golden Dragon Claw instantly covered his right arm. He frantically activated his Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul, and countless tough vines burst out of his body, intertwining to form a thick vine shield in front of him.

"Boom—crash!"

The power, like a dragon leaping over a mountain, crashed into the Blue Silver Emperor Vine Shield without any fancy moves.

In an instant! The Blue Silver Emperor Vines, which were powerful enough to withstand a Soul King's full-force attack, broke and shattered like fragile withered grass.

The dragon claw struck with unstoppable force, slamming into Tang Wulin's arms as he crossed and blocked the golden dragon claw.

An indescribable, terrifying force surged forth like a tidal wave.

"Ugh—!"

The sickening cracking sound of bones breaking was clearly audible. Tang Wulin felt as if his arms had been crushed by two rapidly moving mountains, and the excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed his nerves.

He was like a kite with a broken string, blasted away by this irresistible force, his body drawing a shrill arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the protective shield at the edge of the arena, dozens of meters away.

The protective shield vibrated and twisted violently, emitting a buzzing sound as if it were about to break, before barely managing to bounce him back to the ground.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of scalding blood gushed uncontrollably from Tang Wulin's mouth, splashing onto the cold alloy arena, a glaring crimson.

He knelt on one knee, the scales of the golden dragon claw on his right arm shattered, revealing the mangled flesh beneath, while his left arm hung limply, clearly broken.

Every breath brought a burning pain to my chest, and my vision blurred.

With Long Yue going all out, the difference of two rings plus the difference in battle armor meant that even Tang Wulin could not see any hope of winning, and it would be difficult to even prove a confrontation.

A deafening roar of cheers and screams erupted from the stands, with Long Yue's name being shouted wildly.

Amidst the frenzied cheers, the seating area of ​​Shrek Academy was deathly silent. Wu Changkong suddenly stood up, his nails digging deeply into his palms until his knuckles turned white.

"Admit defeat."

Long Yue dragged his heavy steps, approaching step by step.

His footsteps left heavy marks on the ring, his voice hoarse and low, carrying an inhuman cruelty and violence. In his crimson vertical pupils, human reason was rapidly fading, leaving only the burning desire for destruction.

Tang Wulin struggled to lift his head, blood and foam continuously oozing from the corner of his mouth. His vision blurred, and Long Yue's tall figure twisted and swayed in the crimson light. The excruciating pain felt like countless steel needles churning wildly within his body, each heartbeat bringing a tearing spasm.

Admit defeat? Those two words burned his nerves like a branding iron. He seemed to see the proud Dragon King within him again, hear Old Tang's cold words, see his companions' silent and heavy faces, and finally, see Wu Changkong being punished because of him.

"Admit defeat?" He grinned, revealing teeth stained with blood, and forced out an almost ferocious sneer.

There was no fear in that smile, only a near-obsessive, ruthless fierceness, like someone who would bite off a piece of flesh even if their bones were broken. "You... are dreaming!"

He forcefully plunged his still-mobile right hand into the cracked gap of the arena beneath him, his five fingers digging into the hard alloy, barely supporting his broken body as he slowly and unsteadily stood up.

With each movement, the broken bones emitted a chilling grinding sound. Blood dripped continuously from his arms, the corners of his mouth, and his tattered clothes, blooming into mournful red flowers on the ring.

Long Yue's vertical pupils suddenly contracted. The heavy smell of blood and the indomitable flame in Tang Wulin's eyes were like boiling oil poured into his already boiling bloodlust. The last trace of reason belonging to "Long Yue" was completely devoured by his berserk dragon nature.

"Roar--!!!"

A roar that was completely inhuman and filled with pure destructive intent erupted from the depths of Long Yue's throat, like the roar of an ancient ferocious beast.

The earthy yellow light emanating from his body surged instantly, and the violent soul power formed a tangible shockwave that spread outwards, causing Tang Wulin's hair and clothes to flutter wildly.

He raised his dragon claws high, and the phantom of the mountains hummed and trembled, exuding an aura of destruction.

He was no longer fighting for the game, no longer fighting for victory, but only to destroy this stubborn ant before him. His thick leg slammed heavily onto Tang Wulin, the speed and force so great that the critically injured Tang Wulin didn't even have time to think of dodging.

Tang Wulin spat out a mouthful of blood, and fragments of his internal organs were vaguely visible.

"You wicked creature! Stop!"

A roar filled with boundless shock and rage exploded like thunder from the heavens. The instant the sound rang out, the entire noisy arena seemed to be silenced by an invisible giant hand. The space itself became viscous and solidified.

Just as Long Yue was about to deliver the fatal blow, a figure appeared in front of Tang Wulin without warning, as if he had always been there.

The newcomer was tall and imposing, with his hair and beard standing on end. He was none other than Zhuo Shi, the Crimson Dragon Douluo and elder of the Sea God Pavilion at Shrek Academy.

Zhuo Shi's face was terrifyingly gloomy, like dark clouds looming over a city before a storm. He didn't make any unnecessary movements; he simply extended one palm.

The hand, though seemingly slow, struck the mountain dragon king's claw with unparalleled precision.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no violent clash of energy. Only a muffled, heart-stopping soft sound.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The ferocious attack, the claw that condensed the peak power of the Dragon King Martial Soul of Dragon Leap Mountain, was instantly shattered and dissipated by the gentle pat of that hand, like an ice spike thrown into a furnace.

Long Yue's massive, wildly charging body was forcibly stopped by an overwhelming force. It was as if he had crashed into an invisible, unshakeable ancient mountain. The force of the impact made his blood surge, and he swallowed back the blood that was rising to his lips.

For the first time, astonishment and a hint of bewilderment at having the destruction abruptly interrupted appeared in his crimson vertical pupils, but they were quickly replaced by a deeper, more ferocious killing intent directed at this sudden obstacle.

Zhuoshi slapped Long Yue away with one hand, and with his other hand, he reached out with lightning speed, gently but irresistibly embracing Tang Wulin, who was swaying behind him and almost lost consciousness.

A gentle and mellow soul force instantly surged into Tang Wulin's damaged body, forcibly protecting his nearly collapsed heart and internal organs.

Tang Wulin's nerves, which had been stretched to their limit, suddenly relaxed, and he was plunged into an endless darkness.

In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he seemed to hear only his own faint heartbeat and the suffocating, all-consuming darkness.

"It hurts...so much..." A silent murmur slipped through his mind before he completely lost consciousness.

"Roar--!!!"

Long Yue, who was forcibly stopped by Zhuo Shi, completely went mad.

His last shred of reason was completely crushed, and his killing intent was no longer directed at anyone, but instead he attacked the surrounding air like a madman.

Zhuo Shi had no time to spare for him, coldly tossing out a sentence: "Shrek Academy needs an explanation." Then he took Tang Wulin to find someone to treat his injuries.

Dai Tianling sat upright in the luxurious chair, his face pale and his body taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

The exquisite white jade teacup in his hand was so tightly squeezed that it cracked. He stared at Long Yue on the arena, who had completely lost control and even turned his murderous gaze toward him. The last trace of hesitation and appreciation for talent in the depths of his eyes completely disappeared, leaving only cold decisiveness and deep fear.

“Your Majesty, with your great mercy,” Dai Tianling’s voice was filled with suppressed rage, as cold as ice scraping, “please take your disciple off the stage.”

Dai Tianling's gaze swept over Long Yue, who was still frantically attacking the protective shield on the arena. The destructive power made his heart tremble.

A mad beast who cannot control his bloodlust and dares to look directly at the emperor... If he were on the battlefield where two armies were facing each other, would he sweep indiscriminately when he got carried away with killing?

Could his most elite royal guards become victims of his madness? This thought, like a venomous snake, caused his trust in the Grace faction and Long Yue to completely shift towards Bo Xi. At least, Bo Xi was sane and controllable.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger." A calm yet supremely authoritative voice rang out. Enci, who had been standing quietly not far away, finally moved.

This pillar of the Star Luo Empire, the Dragon Emperor Douluo, had an expression that revealed neither joy nor anger, only a profound and serene composure born from a lifetime of experience.

He took a step forward, his figure blurred for a moment, and the next moment, he appeared like a ghost beside Long Yue, who was frantically wielding his dragon spear.

Dragon Leap's beast-like intuition seemed to sense a tremendous threat. Its crimson vertical pupils suddenly turned towards Grace, and a threatening growl escaped its throat. The phantom of a mountain crashed into it, instinctively attacking Grace with unparalleled ferocity.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible pity crossed Grace's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute expression.

Faced with an attack powerful enough to make an ordinary Title Douluo avoid its edge, he simply raised his right hand seemingly casually.

That hand was withered and thin, yet it seemed to contain the ultimate truths of the universe. A thin, pure golden halo emanated from the edge of the palm, not dazzling, but carrying a majesty that seemed to freeze the very space around it.

"Child, take a nap."

Long Yue seemed to sense a deadly threat and let out an even more ferocious roar, attempting to gather his power once more.

However, in the face of Enci, a Limit Douluo, his struggle was like that of a trapped beast. That point, sharp as a sword, ignored the violently surging protective soul power on his body and accurately imprinted itself on the center of his brow.

"Uh……"

The dragon's frenzied movements froze instantly. The crimson in its eyes receded rapidly like the receding tide, replaced by an extreme emptiness and bewilderment.

His ferocious expression froze on his face, his massive body swayed as if all the bones had been removed, and he crashed backward.

With a flick of her sleeve, a gentle surge of soul power supported Long Yue's falling body and laid him gently flat.

He looked down at his unconscious disciple's face, which still bore the marks of wildness, his gaze complex. There was regret, helplessness, and a profound sense of powerlessness.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Dai Tianling, who was sitting in the VIP section, looking ashen-faced, then thinking of Zhuo Shi, who was holding Tang Wulin and whose face was ashen, before finally landing on the horrified audience and the messy arena.

A barely perceptible sigh dissipated into the deathly silence of the arena.

(End of this chapter)