Douluo Continent: I, Tang Wulin, a Kamen Rider

Chapter 160 The Return of Blood and Spirit

And this time, at the critical moment when the blood dragon charged in.

Only Tang Wulin, like a dazzling sun, remained unaffected and resolutely stepped forward to launch an attack on the Blood Dragon.

but.
They never expected that Tang Wulin would be so powerful!
That's an eight-ring Soul Douluo with a Soul Ring configuration that surpasses the optimal combination!

Even though Tang Wulin had mentioned that his battle armor was somewhat different and could greatly enhance his strength.

But it can't be that powerful, can it?

With just two moves, or more precisely, Tang Wulin simply patted the two storybooks at his waist in front of them.

Then, the giant mechanical tyrannosaurus slapped the Soul Douluo, who was clearly a veteran of countless battles and bloodthirsty.

Like swatting away an insignificant fly, he instantly killed them along with the evil soul masters who were far away on the other side of the teleportation portal!

Is Tang Wulin really a student around their age?

"Cough cough..."

Just then, Blood Dragon, who had been lying lifeless on the ground and whom everyone thought had been slapped to death by MetalGreymon, was suddenly found dead.

To the astonishment of Xie Xie and the others, he struggled to his feet again, his body convulsing.

"As expected of Shrek's genius, you almost killed me in one go just now, you brat..."

Looking at Tang Wulin's figure ahead, Blood Dragon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and revealed an extremely maniacal smile.

However, Tang Wulin seemed to have anticipated the sudden resurgence of the Blood Dragon, and he did not say much.

He simply stepped through the portal with a calm expression, slowly approached the Blood Dragon, and looked down at him with a serene expression.

Upon seeing this, Blood Dragon's pupils contracted slightly.

But in an instant, he burst into manic laughter.

Because at this moment, in Blood Dragon's eyes, Tang Wulin's figure looking down at him was so tall and mighty, so radiant.

So perfect, so... tempting and delicious!
Amidst the bewildered and confused gazes of the crowd, Blood Dragon roared maniacally:
"Yes, that's it! It's that arrogance, that lofty, all-seeing figure, that awe-inspiring talent, that powerful and perfect genius!"

"That's the real reason I want to torture and kill you!"

Having said that, the Blood Dragon roared angrily.

"The vitality has returned!"

In an instant, the soul ring beneath the Blood Dragon's feet flashed brightly, its dazzling yet eerie radiance illuminating the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, a suit of blood-red armor appeared, as if summoned by demonic power.

It slowly, yet with boundless majesty, adhered to the blood dragon's body.

Each piece of armor being fitted together was accompanied by a chilling energy fluctuation, seemingly announcing the rebirth of a terrifying being.

As the armor was fully applied, an incomparably terrifying aura surged forth like a raging tsunami.

Accompanied by a thick, pungent, and suffocating stench of blood, it surged forth from the Blood Dragon's body like a volcanic eruption, with overwhelming force.

At the same time, among the Soul Masters who had just died in battle around the Blood Dragon, streaks of red energy surged from their severed limbs toward the Blood Dragon's body.

That's their blood and essence!

Blood Dragon's body, which had been ravaged and broken, was now as withered as a rag doll.

With the infusion of this blood and essence, it was as if an inexhaustible source of power was being injected into it, rapidly becoming abundant at an astonishing speed.

"Crench."

Those were the sounds of bones being reshaped by a powerful force, each sound like the Grim Reaper sharpening his scythe, sending chills down one's spine.

Driven by this immense power, the Blood Dragon's injuries began to heal rapidly, as if time were flowing backward.

The severed tendons were reconnected, and the damaged muscles grew back; the scene resembled a rebirth ritual from hell.

The Blood Dragon slowly stood up, its eyes flashing with a blood-red light, a light like karmic fire from the abyss, blazing and filled with a destructive desire.

His eyes were fixed on Tang Wulin in front of him. In his world, everything else had turned into nothingness.

Only Tang Wulin's figure stood clearly in his sight, becoming the only focus in his eyes and the only target in his heart that he wanted to conquer and destroy.

Tang Wulin simply stood there quietly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his expression as calm as still water.

Without making any unnecessary moves, he calmly waited for the Blood Dragon to return to its peak condition.

Recalling the giant mecha tyrannosaurus that Tang Wulin summoned with a tap of his belt just now, Tang Wulin's calmness at this moment is remarkable.

In Blood Dragon's eyes, it was like the calm before a storm, seemingly peaceful, but actually concealing a power capable of destroying everything.

That invisible force was like a giant net, tightly enveloping the blood dragon.

Even when his strength was restored, he could still feel the pressure from Tang Wulin.

A moment later, the Blood Dragon, now fully recovered, let out a low roar.

The roar sounded like the long-suppressed howl of a demon, about to break free from the restraints in its throat.

"Small……".

However, the words were not yet fully uttered.

But then, Tang Wulin's calm yet undeniable voice interrupted the Blood Dragon before he could finish speaking.

"So, is this why you send plague messengers to capture talented children and then cruelly abuse Xiaoyu and the others?"

Xiaoyu is the one-armed girl who protected her companions before.

Upon hearing this, Blood Dragon's eyes, burning with blood flames, paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

It seemed he hadn't expected Tang Wulin to bring this up at such a tense moment.

But soon, his gaze swept like a venomous snake over the children beside Mo Lan on the other side of the portal, the children he had once tormented.

His lips slowly curled upwards, forming a wicked yet cruel smile.

"Xiaoyu? Yes, I think that's what Number 18 was called..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Blood Dragon suddenly shuddered, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged into his heart like a tidal wave.

He felt a chill run down his spine, a primal reaction of a living being facing extreme danger.

Tang Wulin's figure appeared beside him silently, as if by ghostly means.

His pupils suddenly contracted, shrinking to the size of a pinhead in an instant.

In Blood Dragon's eyes, Tang Wulin had appeared before him at some point, his sword already raised high. The blade gleamed with a chilling light, like the scythe of death, mercilessly slashing down upon him.

So fast!

So strong!

The overwhelming power and sword energy, even before they made actual contact, already made him feel a deadly threat.

But... so what?
After a brief moment of shock, Blood Dragon's mind was instantly filled with madness and confidence.

As the soul rings flashed, blood energy, accompanied by a stench, surged out, then transformed into nine streams of blood energy, which coiled around the blood dragon's body, like a swimming dragon.

At the same time, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced!

At this moment, he was wearing two-word battle armor, and had also absorbed the blood essence of the evil soul masters who had died in battle around him.
His current strength has reached the level of a Super Douluo of level 95 or even 96!

In his mind, how strong could a mere Soul Master brat possibly be?
As everyone knows, those with banned accounts are nothing but ants!

He was just careless; he didn't wear his battle armor and didn't use his true strength, but now...
With madness and confidence in his heart, a powerful surge of soul power, like a turbulent undercurrent, instantly attached itself to the Blood Dragon's fist.

Soul power shimmered on that fist, as if it were enveloped in a layer of scorching magma.

It seemed as if it were empowered by demonic forces, with malice and vengeful spirits entwined around it.

The next second, his fist slammed towards Tang Wulin with the force of a dragon crossing a river, carrying an aura capable of destroying everything.

This is a self-created soul skill that he created by combining the soul control secret technique passed down to him by his master with his third soul skill - Chaotic Dragon Fist.

Only when he wears the battle armor and his strength reaches the Title Douluo level can he truly unleash the Resentful Dragon Fist, a technique combining blood and the resentment of wronged souls!
The air was compressed by the force of the punch, producing a sharp whistling sound, as if playing the prelude to death for this terrifying blow.

The fist whistled, the stench filled the air, as if a group of dragons were dancing wildly within it, like vengeful spirits seeking death, and with overwhelming force, it headed straight for Tang Wulin's face.

In Blood Dragon's mind, his battle armor was custom-made for him by someone his master found.

Although it is a two-word battle armor, it has materials and hardness that are close to those of a three-word battle armor.

In addition, he also used his defensive soul skill - Blood Qi Like a Dragon to protect himself.

Therefore, he didn't need to dodge Tang Wulin's sword strike at all, because he was certain he could block it.

On the contrary, Tang Wulin's sword strike was practically a gift to him.

Because he was confident that with this punch, Tang Wulin would definitely be sent flying by his powerful force, and might even be seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Because the resentment in his Dragon Fist can penetrate external defenses and directly attack the victim's body and mental sea!

However, just when Blood Dragon was certain that things would develop as he had predicted.

But then, without warning, the blade in Tang Wulin's hand suddenly emitted a dazzling red light that was enough to make one's heart tremble!
The red light seemed to emanate from the deepest recesses of purgatory, fiery yet filled with a sacred aura that burned away sins, instantly illuminating the surrounding space in a crimson glow.

Immediately afterwards, a sword light flashed by at an extreme speed, so fast it seemed to tear through time and space.

Blood Dragon felt the world before him instantly enveloped in a dazzling light, his vision completely dominated by the brilliant sword light.

Before his brain, still reeling from the shock, could react, a sharp, soul-tearing pain surged through his arm like a tidal wave.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the wound on his right arm from which blood was gushing out.

That's right, his arm, along with his fist containing powerful soul energy and his resilient wrist.

Even the armor attached to it, which should have been indestructible, was so easily severed by Tang Wulin's sword.

The cut was so smooth and even that it was chilling, as if it had been gently sliced ​​by the sharpest artifact in the legend of creation.

Without the slightest hesitation, it was as if what was being severed was not limbs or armor, but fragile paper.

Immediately afterward, before Blood Dragon could recover from the massive shock of his arm being severed...

A chilling sensation suddenly ran through the gap between his neck and the armor of his helmet.

A long, red line, resembling the mark of death, had quietly appeared on his neck.

"laugh!"

That was the sound of blood gushing out like a raging spring from the red line at the throat.

In this silent space filled with the aura of death, it appeared exceptionally clear and terrifying.

His body swayed uncontrollably a few times, and his only remaining left arm instinctively pressed against the wound, trying to stop the torrent of blood, but all of this was in vain.

Blood continued to gush out from between his fingers like an out-of-control river, quickly staining the ground beneath his feet and forming a glaring pool of blood.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with shock and confusion.

The arrogance that had once filled him with confidence, regarding Tang Wulin as nothing more than prey to be slaughtered, was now completely replaced by extreme fear and bewilderment.

He simply couldn't believe that his attack, powered by his two-word battle armor and the blood essence absorbed from others, had been so easily defeated by a mere Soul Master.

Even more remarkably, Tang Wulin was able to disregard the powerful protection of his battle armor with such precision and ruthlessness, severing his throat with a single sword strike through that minuscule gap!
Such power and swordsmanship had already surpassed his understanding of the limits of genius soul masters.

How can it be!

This guy
Seeing Tang Wulin's calm and composed figure ahead, as if everything was under control, Blood Dragon's legs went weak, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, his heart was filled with resentment and bitterness, but the gears of fate had already turned mercilessly, and everything was beyond redemption.

but!

Deep within his proud and stubborn heart, however, a strong sense of defiance and resentment surged forth!

Looking at Tang Wulin's calm, almost indifferent figure, and the bright and beautiful girls behind him.

Their eyes shone with admiration and love for Tang Wulin, as bright as the stars.

Upon seeing this, the resentment in Blood Dragon's heart erupted like a volcano, threatening to engulf the world.

Why should Shrek students be able to rely on the academy's awe-inspiring power?

To flaunt one's power and prestige on the Douluo Continent, living in the spotlight like a star surrounded by admirers?
Why him, simply because of the special nature of his martial soul attribute?

Because he killed a few damned commoners, he is forced to live in this dark corner where the sun never shines, and is regarded by the world as the embodiment of evil.

He was merely following his martial spirit's instincts; what did he do wrong?

Sacrificing the lives of some commoners in exchange for the accelerated birth of future strongmen seems perfectly reasonable, doesn't it?
So, all he did was refine a few lowly people, what did he do wrong?
Driven by this endless tide of resentment and unwillingness, even though his throat had been mercilessly cut open by Tang Wulin's sharp sword.

But the Blood Dragon Venerable, driven by his unwavering determination, struggled to his feet and then let out a furious roar that was the height of madness.

"Kid, I didn't say anything, you can leave now!"

(End of this chapter)