Douluo Continent: I, Tang Wulin, a Kamen Rider

Chapter 173 An Enemy That Cannot Be Won
"The Crimson Trilogy? Darkness, Wildness, Madness?"

The Dark Blood Demon was filled with doubt and shock.

"How is this possible? I remember it was supposed to be some stupid stuff about courage and justice."

"And what does that phrase, 'I will wash everything away with blood,' really mean? Could it be that this kid..."

The next second, before the Dark Blood Demon could delve deeper into his thoughts, he saw the fantasy book at Tang Wulin's waist, which represented the story of the Hell Blood Demon God, suddenly flash with a mysterious light.

"Blood Demon God of Hell!"

In an instant, the area that was originally controlled by the Dark Blood Demon seemed to fall into an out-of-control nightmare.

Countless streams of blood energy seemed to be drawn by an invisible, powerful gravitational force, frantically converging towards Tang Wulin.

With the support of this power, Tang Wulin's originally somewhat ethereal Holy Blade Armor became even more powerful.

It became solid and heavy at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been endowed with an indestructible power from the depths of hell.

Upon seeing this, the Dark Blood Demon's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with rage and horror, and he roared hysterically.

"This is impossible! This territory is clearly mine, how could it be..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Tang Wulin leaped high into the air like a blood-red lightning bolt from hell.

Gripping the Flame Sword, which burned with jet-black flames, tightly in his hand, he slashed down fiercely at the Dark Blood Demon with the terrifying force of a mountain-shattering strike.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting apart, the mountain beneath their feet could no longer withstand the immense force and instantly cracked and exploded.

But this time, what gushed out from underground was not scalding hot magma.

Instead, along with a strange lake below the mountain, one blue and one red, a surging sea of ​​blood formed from countless drops of blood gushed forth.

This sea of ​​blood seemed to possess a life of its own, surging forth from the ground and attacking all around it with frenzied force.

Wherever it goes, all plants and things are riddled with holes by its ferocious corrosive power, emitting a terrifying "sizzling" sound.

It was as if it were telling of anger and curses from hell.

Seeing this, the Dark Blood Demon was also heartbroken.

"Damn brat, he's using my soul skill! And this is even my blood!"

Before the Dark Blood Demon could continue its rage, a powerful, suffocating suction force suddenly surged from underground.

The experienced Dark Blood Demon sensed the danger and unhesitatingly unleashed a massive blood dragon in an instant.

It lunged at the source of the suction force with bared teeth and claws, attempting to resist this unknown threat.

However, what happened next plunged him into utter despair.

Just as the enormous blood dragon approached the source of the suction force, it seemed to be disintegrated by an invisible force.

It transformed directly into the purest essence of blood and qi in mid-air.

Then, as if guided by an invisible hand, it continuously merged into Tang Wulin's body.

As this essence of blood and qi merged in, the suction force that had been frantically pulling at the blood in his body suddenly surged several times over, as if it had been injected with powerful energy!
Having witnessed this scene, they knew that Tang Wulin had used the magical book's abilities many times before.

The Dark Blood Demon, who had some guesses about Tang Wulin's martial soul, was completely certain of his guess when Tang Wulin took the Seven Heroes Manual and replaced it with the Demon God Book.

The monster in front of me actually created a terrifying being who became a god through blood and madness on the spot, using that mysterious book!
"How could there be such a monstrous martial soul? This is impossible!"

"Ah... damn monster, you bastard... no, no! I surrender, I won't take revenge, let me go! Let me go!"

Feeling the blood in his body rushing uncontrollably towards Tang Wulin, the Dark Blood Demon's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He started by hurling insults, trying to vent his fear and anger.

Then he begged for mercy repeatedly, his voice filled with despair and helplessness.

In his view, Tang Wulin's Blood Demon God Book was simply his nemesis!
When one's physical attacks land on an opponent, they not only fail to cause any damage, but instead seem to be transferring energy to the opponent, making them even stronger.

Even the vengeful spirits he had painstakingly trained were terrified the moment Tang Wulin conjured that mysterious storybook, and all submitted to him.

How is this played?
It was a battle that was destined to be lost!

There was absolutely no need for the Dark Blood Demon to fight an enemy he couldn't possibly defeat!
That's suicide!

Therefore, it's not something like begging for forgiveness from a junior.

At this moment, the Dark Blood Demon no longer cared about the dignity of a Limit Douluo.

Even better, he just pretended to be dead to avoid Tang Wulin's attack, so what does begging for mercy mean now?
In his mind, evil spirit masters fight by any means necessary; this is called being a wise man who knows when to yield and a great man who can bend and stretch!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been in such a predicament when facing Yun Ming's pursuit.
However, the Dark Blood Demon responded with insults and pleas for mercy.

Tang Wulin, who had completely lost his mind, seemed not to hear anything. His eyes were filled with endless hatred and a bloodlust, without the slightest pity or wavering.

Seeing this, the Dark Blood Demon understood that Tang Wulin had lost his mind at this moment.

But the instinct to tear the man who killed his woman to pieces remained deeply ingrained in his soul.

For him to now communicate with a body driven by the instinct of hatred is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Thinking of this, the Dark Blood Demon gritted his teeth, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.

Knowing that begging for mercy was useless, he abandoned this futile act and instead began to curse.

"Damn monster, I am not to be trifled with! The dignity of a Limit Douluo cannot be insulted!"

"If you continue like this, we'll just perish together, and this whole world will be buried with us!"

However, Tang Wulin still showed no intention of responding to the Dark Blood Demon's final threat.

It was like a cold sculpture, exuding a chilling aura of death.

"Fine, I'll fight you to the death!"

Seeing this, the Dark Blood Demon no longer hesitated, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.

He immediately used the Holy Spirit Secret Technique—Ring Explosion! "Boom!" With a loud bang.

The crimson 100,000-year soul ring on his body exploded, and the powerful force surged into his heart like a flood breaking through a dam.

Under the impact of this force, his cultivation level broke through previous limitations the moment his soul ring exploded, and he moved towards a higher peak.

"Hehehe, is this the quasi-god realm, the closest to being a god?"

Feeling the immense power surging within its body, the Dark Blood Demon involuntarily stopped in mid-air, breaking free from the pulling force that was pulling it away.

The Dark Blood Demon tilted its head slightly, looking down at Tang Wulin on the ground below with a smug sneer, as if a god were looking down on an ant.

"Heh, little..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a creature appeared that looked incredibly familiar to him.

The enormous blood palm, formed entirely from countless condensed blood energies, seemed to emerge abruptly from endless darkness.

With overwhelming force, it crashed down on his head. "Thud!"

The Dark Blood Demon had no time to react before it was slammed down by the giant hand and crashed from the sky.

Like a fly being swatted, it fell down without any resistance.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Wulin appeared in front of the Dark Blood Demon like a ghostly black shadow.

The fiery sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light as he thrust it towards the Dark Blood Demon without hesitation.

In an instant, the fiery sword pierced through his body, pinning him firmly to the mountain peak behind him.

"boom!"

The powerful impact caused the mountain behind the Dark Blood Demon to cave in.

Cracks spread out like a spider web, and the mountain trembled as Tang Wulin's sword strike struck!

The next second, Tang Wulin struck again. His clenched right fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed into the Dark Blood Demon's face.

The Dark Blood Demon felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, blood gushing from his nose like a fountain, and he became dizzy and fainted instantly.

But soon, he woke up again, to his horror that the essence of his blood was uncontrollably flowing towards his face.

He looked closely and saw that Tang Wulin's right fist had turned into a palm, gripping his head tightly.

And the immense power he had just gained through the exploding rings.

Just as if being sucked in by an invisible straw, it was quickly transferred into Tang Wulin's body through the essence of blood and qi.

Upon seeing this, the Dark Blood Demon's expression changed drastically, and he roared madly.

"Damn it, that's my power, that's my lifeblood! You robber, stop right now!! Stop it!!"

As he roared, he desperately unleashed his martial spirit, attempting to reclaim his own blood essence.

However, what made him despair was that even though he had successfully broken the ring and his strength had made a qualitative leap!

However, he still seemed so powerless in the struggle for blood essence with Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin's control over blood energy is like that of a king standing at the pinnacle of the path of blood energy.

Every movement he made, every breath he took, seemed to be one with his own blood and energy.

The Dark Blood Demon, in his presence, appeared as laughable as a greenhorn recruit.

His martial spirit was completely and utterly suppressed by Tang Wulin without him even realizing it!
It could even be said that, in the face of Tang Wulin's absorption...

His martial spirit was practically a traitor to himself, eagerly channeling his own blood energy into the opponent.

The Blood Demon God is indeed the evil demon god who wields the power of blood!

Even though the Dark Blood Demon has now reached the level of a god through the Ring Explosion.

But when facing Tang Wulin now, he was still powerless to fight back, as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he could never wake up.

"Damn bandit, he used all my soul skills! What kind of martial soul does he have?!"

The Dark Blood Demon was filled with despair and resentment. He began to wonder who the real evil soul master was and who the real Dark Blood Demon was.
Yes, if someone were to look at it from God's perspective right now.

You'll find that the Dark Blood Demon, pinned to the wall by the Flame Sword, is as "clean" and pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Tang Wulin is like an evil soul master who emerged from the hell on earth.

His entire body was shrouded in a scarlet, dark aura of blood, and it also emitted a pungent smell of blood and sulfur. He looked as if he had just emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, which was terrifying!

However, just as the Dark Blood Demon was sinking into the abyss of despair, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure that greatly excited him.

That's when he discovered that Tang Wulin was still holding Xu Xiaoyan, who had just fainted, in his free left hand.

To his surprise, Xu Xiaoyan was merely a Soul Master.

After being swept away by the aftershocks of that exaggerated and intense battle, it is still completely unharmed!
"Damn it, how could I forget about her!" The Dark Blood Demon's eyes flashed with excitement after he realized what had happened.

That was his desire to live!

The next second, the Dark Blood Demon reached out and grabbed at Xu Xiaoyan without hesitation.

Yes, he admitted that there was an element of gambling involved.

He was betting on Tang Wulin's current state, even if he had lost his mind.

But his instinct to protect his companions still makes him subconsciously protect the girl in his arms.

After all, judging from previous signs...

The reason Tang Wulin has become this crazy person is because of another woman, isn't it?

As expected, even knowing how unbeatable the Shield of Courage's defense was, even when faced with the temptation of the blood essence condensed from the life's blood of a Limit Douluo.

Tang Wulin, who had long since lost his mind, still did not hesitate to give up absorbing any more and quickly reached out to protect Xu Xiaoyan's left hand.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, the Dark Blood Demon's hand, which was trying to reach for Xu Xiaoyan, was torn apart by Tang Wulin's right hand, blood splattering and the severed arm flying off.

But for the Dark Blood Demon, that was enough!

He won the bet!

Without Tang Wulin's head-grabbing and blood energy suppression, the physical immobilization effect of the Flame Sword alone was insufficient to restrain him.

Moreover, he has now found Tang Wulin's weakness, which is his companions!

Thinking of this, the Dark Blood Demon no longer hesitated. He immediately turned into a cloud of blood mist and dissipated from the Flame Sword.

Then, without even glancing at Tang Wulin, he headed straight for the place where he had just fled...

No, it was a tactical retreat, flying desperately, its speed as fast as lightning, just like a prey fleeing from its natural enemy.

Behind him, Tang Wulin, reacting to the prey's escape, also drew the Flame Sword from the wall and plunged it into the ground.

"Boom!"

In an instant, countless columns of magma and sharp stone pillars erupted from the ground.

Like angry arms, they tried to stop the fleeing dark blood demons in the sky.

Seeing this, the Dark Blood Demon gritted his teeth and detonated his spirit rings again.

With a loud bang, his speed increased dramatically again, like a blood-red meteor streaking across the night sky.

Sure enough, the next second, a laser beam composed of gale and black flame shot into the sky, like a soul-stealing messenger from hell, and directly swallowed his legs.

If the Dark Blood Demon hadn't reacted quickly, it would have been engulfed by the laser beam and died again.

(End of this chapter)