Douluo: Dragon King's Divine Elegy

Chapter 180: He Shattered the Dragon King's Soul with Six Strikes; He's Simply a Superman!
The sun was high in the sky, and its rays streamed down.

Inside Xingluo Grand Sports Center, 300,000 seats were already filled. Looking around from the huge competition platform, one could see a dense crowd, each person eagerly awaiting the upcoming battle.

Did the 'Panlong' coil around the Dragon King Long Yue, or did the Dragon King Long Yue suppress the 'Thor'?

The deafening roar came in waves, and if it weren't for the mute soul guide device, the sheer volume of sound would have easily caused some physically weak audience members to faint.

On the podium, Dai Tianling, beaming with joy, chatted with Xia Zhengleng, who had been invited to sit to the side, and the high-ranking members of the Douluo Continent delegation.

That night, Enci brought the head of the Skeleton Emperor Douluo to the Imperial Study. Upon learning that his greatest threat had been eliminated, the emperor was finally relieved and extremely satisfied with his initial investment.

Who would have thought that such a huge return would come so soon after the investment?
"The market is open! The market is open!"

In the VIP room specially arranged by the authorities for the Chuanling Academy, Yang Nianxia took charge of the opening ceremony.

"How so?" The boys all looked over.

Yang Nianxia chuckled and said, "How about we bet that Long Yue can withstand a few blows from the guild leader?"

Upon hearing this, the group looked at each other in bewilderment.

Tang Wulin analyzed, "Long Yue is a Soul Emperor, and most likely a Two-Word Battle Armor Master. His Martial Soul is also a True Dragon type. I'll bet three sticks on him, at least to give this number one genius of the Star Luo Continent some face."

"And you guys?" Yang Nianxia asked the others.

Le Zhengyu stroked his chin: "Wu Lin is right. No matter what, we have to give face to the number one genius. So I'll bet two sticks."

Everyone: "..." You call this giving face?
Xu Yucheng was ruthless and taciturn: "One blow."

Everyone stared at them.

You're even more ruthless!
Luo Guixing was silent for a moment: "What you're doing is very impolite... two sticks, please."

Eager for progress, Qian Guzheng said without hesitation, "I'm just like Zheng Yu and Lao Luo, let's bet two sticks."

"Okay, okay, okay." Yang Nianxia took notes, then asked the other male trainees, "What about you guys?"

The other boys also quickly joined in.

But the highest bet is five sticks.

On the other hand, the girls didn't have time to play these games.

They weren't worried at all about who would win the upcoming individual final.

Most of the people were gathered together, discussing where to go shopping next and buy some souvenirs to give as gifts when they returned to Douluo Continent.

As for the competition, after Na'er and Yuanen Yehui, Ye Xinglan and Wu Siduo each defeated a team of Heavenly Kings, they did not participate in the subsequent competitions.

The prizes of the competition, which would be highly valued by others, were not particularly luxurious for them. After discussing it, they decided to withdraw from the competition, giving the opportunity to other participants.

Everyone at the Spirit Transmission Academy is working hard.

They all achieved excellent results, receiving not only competition rewards but also another batch of rewards upon returning to the academy, making a fortune.

"It's about to begin."

Xu Xiaoyan said excitedly.

Upon hearing this, everyone moved closer to the window.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Holy Dragon Douluo personally acted as the referee, descending from beside Emperor Dai Tianling onto the competition stage.

Upon seeing this strongest figure in the empire, the audience immediately erupted in thunderous cheers.

At that time, they were in the war zone.

Long Yue sat on a lounge chair, expressionless, with the other seven Heavenly Kings beside him.

No one spoke; everyone except Dai Yun'er had a very serious expression.

To date, Monster Academy has a record of zero wins against Spirit Transmission Academy!

Losing to Nan Liujing would be somewhat understandable.

He's practically a superman.

Su Mu had a deep understanding of this.

But losing to other people is really embarrassing, especially since these people are several years younger than them.

On the other side, Nan Liujing was also sitting in a chair.

What makes him the envy of many is that he is surrounded by five stunningly beautiful girls, each with her own unique charm.

Even though we're not brothers, the food is too good.

"Silence," Grace said calmly.

Under the immense power, the vast stadium fell silent instantly.

Enci said, "Next, please let His Majesty speak."

Dai Tianling stood up, and a microphone rose in front of him, drawing the attention of the entire empire's people.

Dai Tianling's words were brief, yet astonishing: "The winner will be able to choose any soul bone from the national treasury, and will also be granted the hereditary title of Marquis of the Empire!"

"Wow."

These words immediately caused an uproar among the crowd.

It's important to know that in the past, the highest title reward for the individual champion of the Soul Fighting Tournament was only a viscount, and it wasn't even hereditary; it would be revoked after a maximum of three generations.

On the podium, the civil and military officials and the high-ranking members of the Douluo Continent delegation were also stunned by the news, but most of the people present were old foxes who saw through Dai Tianling's little scheme at a glance.

Long Yue's victory, with a marquisate far exceeding previous rewards, will surely resound throughout the empire, solidifying his title as the number one genius on both continents.

Nan Liujingying, as a recipient of the Imperial Medal, is an outsider but is deeply respected by the people of the Star Luo Empire. Even though he won on behalf of the Douluo Continent, it still became a legendary story.

The emperor is in a sure-win situation.

Dai Tianling took in the expressions of everyone in the audience and smiled, "I won't waste any more words. The competition will be entirely handled by the Imperial Advisor."

After saying that, he sat back down.

The discussion did not stop; in fact, it intensified.

"Brother, if you win, will all five of us become marquises?" Na'er nudged Nan Liujing with her shoulder.

The women were taken aback. Even Ye Xinglan and Wu Siduo, who were already in a relationship with him, couldn't help but turn their heads away when faced with Nan Liujing's gaze. Their flawless white faces were flushed.

Previously, everyone was competing, but it wasn't explicitly stated. Na'er, however, has completely torn away the fig leaf.

Fine, we accept that you're a mouth double.

Enci and Dai Tianling exchanged a glance, then said, "The final of the individual battle of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament is about to begin."

Now, Long Yue from Monster Academy and Nan Liujing from Spirit Transmission Academy, please step onto the stage and get ready.

"I want to finish the competition quickly, and then we'll go to the fishing spot together."

Nan Liujing did not answer Na'er's question. After a knowing smile, he said something to the five women and then leisurely stepped onto the competition stage.

"Nan Liujing!"

"Nan Liujing!"

Hundreds of thousands of viewers cheered in unison, and even those watching on television had their eyes shining.

Na'er, Gu Yue, Yuan En Ye Hui, Ye Xing Lan, and Wu Si Duo gazed intently at Nan Liu Jing, their eyes filled with tender smiles.

It is an immense honor for the opposing team's home crowd to cheer for players from a foreign land.

The person who accomplished this feat was their chosen future partner.

"Brother Long."

Dai Yueyan looked at Long Yue with a solemn expression.

Long Yue slowly stood up, his powerful body radiating an aura of molten lava, his gaze fixed on Nan Liujing.

Hearing the cheers of his hometown folks for Nan Liujing, his eyes flashed with a scarlet light, and he stepped onto the competition stage.

The two sides stood still, gazing at each other from a distance.

Enci glanced at his disciple and sighed silently.

Ever since he saw Nan Liujing slay the Corpse Emperor Douluo in the Thunder Realm, he knew that his disciple's chances of winning were extremely slim. Even if he went completely insane due to the influence of his bloodline, he could only be insane for a short while before he would be brought back to his senses.

Young people of this era all have a cloud hanging over their heads that they can never surpass!
Enci stroked his beard and said, "According to custom, before the final, each person needs to keep a record of what they said to their opponent. Long Yue, you go first."

"is teacher."

Long Yue bowed, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Nan Liujing: "Since I started cultivating, I have never fully unleashed my power. If I release the restrictions and fight you later, please forgive me if I get injured."

Grace looked towards the south.

“Let’s get started, I still need to go fishing,” Nan Liujing said, surprising everyone.

Upon hearing this, the hundreds of thousands of people present were stunned for a moment.

Enci and Long Yue were also stunned for a moment.

Coming to his senses, Long Yue clenched his fists tightly together, his hands being several times larger than a sandbag.

fishing?

Enci coughed twice: "Get ready."

Nan Liujing was leisurely and carefree, while Long Yue's pupils seemed to be erupting like a volcano.

The audience eagerly awaited the start of this epic battle.

"start!"

With a command from Grace, "Roar!"

Long Yue roared, and a huge mountain dragon king's light and shadow merged into his body. His original two-meter height instantly transformed into a ten-meter-tall humanoid mountain dragon after completing the martial soul possession. His scales were as thick and solid as rock, and thick, viscous earth element flowed continuously from the cracks. One of his dragon tails crashed to the ground, and the earth trembled slightly, as if it were shouting for its monarch.

Imperceptibly, the earth's energy continuously gathers beneath Long Yue's feet, replenishing his energy reserves at any time.

This is also one of the reasons why the Mountain Dragon King is so domineering and powerful. As long as he stands on the ground, unless he is instantly subdued by an absolutely powerful attack, he can wear down any opponent whose cultivation level is not much higher than his in a protracted battle.

Purple, purple, purple, black, black, black. Six spirit rings encircled the massive body.

Hundreds of meters away, Long Yue looked at Nan Liujing and stomped his foot on the ground.

The overwhelming force, like a mountain crashing down, crushed Xiang Nanliujing. The shockwave exploded on the arena, causing it to tremble violently before everyone's eyes, as if it were about to collapse at any moment. The soul power shield at the sidelines emitted terrifyingly bright light, eliciting gasps from the audience.

"Mountain Dragon King".

Gu Yue and Na'er narrowed their eyes, marveling at Long Yue's good fortune in inheriting the bloodline of the Mountain Dragon King from Dragon Valley.

A strong wind whipped at Nan Liujing's clothes, making them flutter loudly. Holding the coiled dragon staff, he strolled back and forth leisurely under Long Yue's deep gaze, seemingly unaffected by the Mountain Dragon King's imposing aura.

"You'd better release your battle armor soon, or you'll be killed with one blow."

Nan Liujing spoke softly.

Bloodlust flashed in Long Yue's eyes. He stomped his right foot on the ground and charged forward as if tearing through the air.

“I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it.”

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Nan Liujing raised the Panlong Staff and then slammed it into the ground.

The moment it landed, a mysterious and unparalleled rune on the body of the Panlong Staff suddenly lit up with a deep golden light, the earth trembled violently, and even the spectators outside the stadium could clearly feel the stadium shake, and they all looked at each other in surprise.

A hazy, golden dust cloud rose and swirled, intertwining and overlapping with the sunlight streaming down from the dome above, creating a dreamlike scene.

"This dragon-coiled staff can actually suppress the earth?"

The blood-red light in Long Yue's eyes, which had been charging forward, suddenly cleared, and his expression changed drastically as he stopped charging, stamping his foot in disbelief:
"The first soul skill, mountains and rivers."

The moment it landed, the wide arena rumbled, and under the wide-eyed gaze of the audience, an incredibly comical scene slowly unfolded.

But as the ground surged, countless mountain shadows appeared, as if the mountains were rising up.

However, the endless light and shadow of the mountains appeared terrifyingly small, barely reaching waist height.

At first glance, it looks like the shadows on an earthen wall.

Within a ten-meter radius of the Panlong Staff, not a single mountain or shadow appeared; it was like a forbidden area, suppressing all mountains and seas.

"impossible!"

Long Yue couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not to mention him, even the people of the Star Luo Empire who were familiar with Long Yue's abilities were all stunned.

"Second Soul Skill, River!"

Long Yue refused to believe it and stomped the ground again.

The sky roared with the sound of a mighty river rushing down, but as the floodwaters poured down, they quickly disintegrated into countless raindrops, suitable for watering farms, but not for fighting.

Long Yue was completely stunned, frozen in place.

He opened his palm, and the raindrops fell on his hand, cool and refreshing, without any force.

The Mountain Dragon King's power over the land was restricted; he couldn't even break free.

Dead silence.

The huge stadium was completely silent.

"What is that crazy brother doing?"

Dai Yun'er asked blankly.

Dai Yueyan and the other Heavenly Kings looked at each other, completely bewildered.

What's going on?

How come the mountains and rivers that used to be so powerful have become so weak?
Nan Liujing said calmly, "Put on the battle armor. This is your last chance, or you will really die."

Seeing this, Long Yue's forehead veins bulged and his eyes turned bloodshot again.

"Come again!"

thump.

He stomped the ground hard, sending shockwaves that swept outwards, his entire body enveloped in a dark golden glow. Dark golden wings unfurled from his back, bathed in the sunlight, and a rigid, two-word battle armor enveloped his massive body. The surface of the armor radiated a viscous, thick, and intensely hot flame, its color extremely deep, like blood evaporating.

On the competition stage, a fierce and unyielding wave began to circulate, and thousands of low dragon roars could be faintly heard, as if the mountain dragon king, unwilling to bear the weight of the mountains, was roaring angrily at the dragon god.

"Roar."

Long Yue's eyes were murky and bloodshot. His proud soul skill had been inexplicably suppressed, making it seem like a child's play. It was even more humiliating than the home crowd cheering for an outsider. His remaining rationality quickly faded, leaving only the savagery of a beast.

With a swift grab of his right hand, he obtained a double-pointed spear with its sharp edges. With a stomp of his foot, he hurtled forward like a cannonball.

For the audience, his enormous size was enough to shock them, but for the powerful figures present, they all keenly noticed that Long Yue's aura was constantly being suppressed.

It was the work of that coiled dragon staff that emitted a golden glow.

"At least you listened to advice, Behemoth!"

Looking at Long Yue, who occupied most of his field of vision, Nan Liujing crossed his arms and spoke calmly, while the dark soul ring outside the incomparably brilliant purple-gold soul ring on his body emitted a ghostly light.

"As ordered."

A steady echo resounded in the void.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, a massive beast-like figure rapidly materialized behind Nan Liujing. It was humanoid, incredibly strong, with arms covered in brilliant silver fur. It raised its arms above its head and then, with the momentum of tearing apart a giant dragon, slammed them into the void on both sides.

"Crack!"

The space, which had been like a still mirror, was shattered by the power of spacetime, cracking open with countless fine, spiderweb-like fissures. Illusory silver light mist surged out from the cracks, pouring out like a cascading Milky Way, instantly engulfing Long Yue within it.

Spacetime was forcibly distorted at this moment.

The sixth soul skill of the Panlong Staff: River of Time!
Long Yue was like an insect that had fallen into a time-space amber. Every movement became extremely slow, as if a slow-down button had been pressed. In his turbid blood-red eyes, there was a gradually fading madness and a clear-headed struggle.

Through the Soul Guidance Screen, every viewer clearly witnessed this breathtaking scene.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

A gentle ticking sound, like the turning of a clock, rang out. On either side of Long Yue, three spacetime gates materialized. Under the astonished gazes of countless people, six Nan Liujings flew out simultaneously, their bodies exploding with purple-gold plasma. The Panlong Staff, like the whip of Thor, fell fiercely, and the extremely violent lightning tore through the sky, leaving behind a tangled web of lightning arcs and cracks, which slammed heavily into Long Yue's body.

"boom--"

Long Yue was like a shooting star, deeply embedded in the ground, exploding into a huge circular crater. The intense energy storm frantically impacted the soul power shield, almost destroying it. The stadium trembled violently as if an earthquake had struck, causing everyone's body to shudder uncontrollably.

Dust and mist filled the air, interspersed with flickering lightning. The terrifying heat crystallized the rubble, leaving behind black burn marks everywhere.

The shimmering silver mist representing time and space gradually dissipated. The six Nan Liujing nodded to the Nan Liujing of the main timeline, then their figures transformed into countless silver particles of light, entered the portal of time and space, shrank into a ray of light, and disappeared.

Nan Liujing drew his dragon-patterned staff and casually swung it, sending out a gust of wind.

As the dust settled, the pit became clearly visible.

Long Yue lay peacefully inside, staring blankly at the azure sky. His battle armor was shattered into fragments, scattered all over the ground. His body, blackened by the high temperature, would twitch with the flashes of lightning.

"Crazy brother."

"Brother Long."

"Dragon Leaps".

The entire stadium fell silent. Regardless of whether they were familiar with Long Yue or not, almost everyone stared wide-eyed.

They had considered that Long Yue might lose, but they never imagined he would lose so decisively.

call out.

Enci flashed to Long Yue's side.

"Teacher... Teacher." Long Yue opened his mouth, and a wisp of black smoke drifted out. His eyes were weak, pitiful, and helpless.

He is still alive.

Enci looked at his disciple's broken heart and fell silent, yet felt a sense of gratitude.

Nan Liujing ultimately held back.

"I hereby announce that the final winner of the individual competition of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament is Nan Liujing from the Spirit Transmission Academy!"

"Thor!"

"Thor!"

Instantly, a deafening roar of shouts echoed throughout the Xingluo Grand Stadium, throughout Xingluo City, and throughout the entire Xingluo Continent.

The audience blushed, not with anger at the defeat of the empire's number one genius, but with excitement.

The Star Luo Empire, which highly values ​​individual heroism, is about to bid farewell to the former Spirit Ice Douluo and attract the current Thor. This not-so-twisting story will surely become the best prologue to the complete chapter to come.

Hearing the cheers, Nan Liujing turned to look at his old friend and murmured softly, "In the end, the dragon will still be coiled up by you."

"Zizzizi~"

The crackling arcs of electricity spread across the stick, as if in response to its master's approval.

Nan Liujing smiled smugly.

People compare him to Long Yue, but he has never taken Long Yue seriously. This story is just an interlude on the long road of life, and its completion is merely to open up a more magnificent main chapter.

(End of this chapter)