Douluo Continent: The Twin Sons of the Styx River, Shaking the World and Destroying the Heavens

Chapter 204 Killing

A cold glint flashed in Tang Wutong's eyes, which were as sharp as stars. She tilted her head slightly, and her aura instantly became more powerful. The first spirit ring beneath her feet suddenly lit up, its deep black color resembling an endless night sky, within which a mysterious power surged.

"Raging Waves!" Tang Wutong shouted softly, her voice not loud, yet it clearly echoed throughout the entire Crystal Stone Mountain battlefield. Her right hand firmly gripped the Trident of the Sea God, the patterns on the halberd glowing with golden light, reflecting the black light of her soul ring. In an instant, a vast expanse of blue ocean appeared out of thin air without warning, the waves surging like ten thousand galloping horses, crashing towards the young man from the Flame Prison Sect.

The waves surged one after another, their crests gleaming with a chilling light. Each wave carried immense power, seemingly intent on crushing everything in its path. The ocean's scent swept over him, carrying a terrifying pressure that made even the young man from the Flame Prison Sect, surrounded by the scorching power of his fiery martial soul, shiver. His eyes widened as he stared at the overwhelming blue waves, his shock instantly turning to terror. His previous arrogance and anger vanished under the impact of this terrifying soul skill. He realized then that the gap in strength between himself and Tang Wutong was as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

The pillar of fire released by the young man from the Flame Prison Sect was extinguished instantly in the face of the blue wave, like a candle flame encountering a raging wind, leaving not even a spark.

Tang Wutong's first soul skill, "Raging Waves," was far more powerful than the surface-level water element impact. As the waves swept across, an invisible mental fluctuation spread outwards. The young man from the Flame Prison Sect felt a sharp pain in his head, his mental energy seemingly being repeatedly washed by the waves, and waves of dizziness washed over him. Even more troublesome was that the soul skill's accompanying effect had already taken effect—for the next period of time, the attack power he would withstand would increase by eighty percent, meaning that every subsequent impact would be far more deadly than anticipated.

Before the young man from the Flame Prison Sect could recover from the mental shock, Tang Wutong's fourth spirit ring lit up. Its deep black color was even heavier than the first spirit ring, and the power it contained caused ripples in the air.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Tornado Waves."

With a soft shout, four enormous waterspouts suddenly erupted around the young man from the Flame Prison Sect. Blue water columns shot up from the ground, piercing the sky, their spinning force accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, instantly forming a terrifying, impenetrable storm around him.

Seeing that things were not going well, Zheng Zhan, who was outside the arena, immediately activated the forced exit mechanism. With a flash of light, the two of them instantly escaped from the simulated battlefield.

However, an unexpected turn of events occurred at that moment. Having just withdrawn from the battlefield, Tang Wutong's eyes turned cold. With a wave of her hand, a condensed wave appeared out of thin air, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and mercilessly slammed towards the young man from the Flame Prison Sect.

Before the young man could recover from the shock of the simulated battlefield, he was struck hard by this sudden blow. He flew out of the arena like a kite with a broken string, crashed heavily to the ground, and immediately lost consciousness, never to move again.

The entire arena fell silent instantly. Everyone was stunned speechless by this sudden turn of events—no one had expected that Tang Wutong would strike without warning after leaving the battlefield, and with such ruthlessness. Zheng Zhan frowned, his face instantly darkening.

The waterspouts pulled and tangled together, creating a vortex of extreme power that seemed intent on tearing everything at its center to shreds. The young man from the Flame Prison Sect was trapped firmly in the heart of the storm. The light of his Flame Martial Soul flickered violently under the pressure of the waterspouts, threatening to go out at any moment. Only despair and fear remained on his face.

"You!" Zheng Zhan's face turned ashen, and his hand pointing at Tang Wutong trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice, "Little girl, I know you are from the Haotian Sect, but this is the arena, not a place for you to act recklessly! To resort to such a ruthless act so openly, you are far too bold!"

His eyes were sharp as knives, carrying a warning: "Don't make a mistake. Blindly making enemies like this will only bring endless trouble to yourself and the Haotian Sect. Don't regret it later!"

The atmosphere in the room became even more tense after Zheng Zhan's words. Everyone knew that...
Tang Wutong's actions had crossed the line in the competition. Tang Wutong looked up at Zheng Zhan, her eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of arrogance: "You don't need to worry about that."

Her clear voice echoed throughout the entire venue: "The Haotian Sect has never been afraid of enemies. If you have the guts to provoke us, you must have the ability to bear the consequences. If anyone is truly dissatisfied, then come at me. I will take you on."

Tang Wutong's words silenced Zheng Zhan completely. His chest heaved, his face turning pale and then red, and he could barely contain his anger—so she really thought she was right to injure someone in public on the field?
First, the Holy Spirit Cult committed murder on the field, and now the Haotian Sect is doing the same thing. Do they really think this competition field is a battlefield where lives can be trampled on at will?
Tang Wutong's voice was calm and even, as if she had just done something insignificant. Her gaze swept over the direction of the Yan Yu Sect, carrying an undeniable force: "Alright, next."

The three simple words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly disrupting the silence. The disciples of the Flame Prison Sect were both shocked and furious, wishing they could tear them apart alive.

Just as the atmosphere in the arena reached a stalemate, a young man with a dignified appearance stepped out from the Yan Yu Sect team. His eyes were deep and his voice carried suppressed anger but remained calm: "I am Yan Yalong, the captain of the Yan Yu Sect. How about we forgo the individual competition and start the team battle directly?"

Tang Wutong glanced at him, her tone still indifferent: "As you wish."

According to the knockout stage rules, individual matches are worth seven points, while team matches are worth five points. The final winner is determined by the sum of the two scores. Currently, the team with the highest score is the equally ruthless Holy Spirit Sect, who have already taken a commanding lead in the standings thanks to their previous winning streak.

Captain Yan Yuzong's decision was clearly a last resort—no one could defeat Tang Wutong in the individual competition, and continuing would only increase casualties. It would be better to concentrate their efforts on gaining points in the team competition, where there might still be a glimmer of hope. Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhan's brows relaxed slightly, and he nodded, saying, "In that case, let's begin the team competition according to the rules. Both sides, prepare to enter the arena in one minute."

In the waiting area of ​​St. Freya Academy, Wang Dong'er looked at Tang Wutong's figure on the field, her brows furrowed, her tone full of undisguised disgust: "This guy has no bottom line when it comes to his actions, even less than an evil soul master."

Di Qiu'er, standing beside her, tapped her fingertips lightly on the armrest, her eyes as cold as ice: "To establish your authority by stepping on other people's dignity, you're just like in my previous life, not a bit different."

The two women exchanged a glance and saw the same rejection in each other's eyes—they despised this arrogance of trampling on the rules with the arrogance of relying on strength more than the evil spirit masters who fought openly and fairly.

"Ah sneeze——!"

In the Holy Spirit Sect's waiting area, Zhang Peng suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, and muttered under his breath, "Which bastard is talking about me behind my back?"

After finishing his rant, he immediately straightened his expression, turned to look at his disciples behind him, and pointed at them with a hint of schadenfreude: "See? I told you long ago that those guys who talk about justice are much more ruthless than us evil soul masters when it comes to fighting."

He glanced at Tang Wutong on the field and sneered, "From now on, when you run into this girl, you better be careful, especially Yan Feng. If you really face her, just admit defeat to save your life, you hear me?"

A disciple nearby couldn't help but chime in: "Master, the way she acted so self-righteous after killing someone is indeed..."

“She’s even more shameless than me!” Zhang Peng interrupted before he could finish, pursing his lips. “But it’s good, with her causing trouble ahead, we can save ourselves some trouble.”

"We will heed your teachings," the young geniuses of the Holy Spirit Sect replied in unison, their voices filled with reverence.

Bone Dragon Soul Douluo Yan Feng's gaze fell on Tang Wutong's back on the field, his brows furrowed slightly, and he sincerely asked Zhang Peng, "Scorpion Tiger Elder, will Tang Wutong's soul rings be the same as our Supreme Elder's?"

Upon hearing this, a calculating glint flashed in Zhang Peng's eyes. He intended to dampen the arrogance of these younger generation members and make them completely abandon their contempt. He immediately straightened his face, adopting a solemn expression, and said seriously, "You've hit the nail on the head. In my opinion, the number of Soul Masters and Soul Beasts this woman has devoured to increase the age of her Soul Rings is probably far greater than Yan Feng and all of you combined!"

Upon hearing this, the young disciples of the Holy Spirit Sect all paled, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Tang Wutong. Even Yan Feng couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly. A soul ring created by devouring a massive number of soul masters and soul beasts—what kind of ferocious being must that be?

"That terrifying?!" The six young geniuses of the Holy Spirit Sect, excluding Tang Ya, exclaimed in unison, their faces filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Zhang Peng snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping across the arena: "If she hadn't been a ruthless killer, with countless lives on her hands, how could she treat human life so lightly?" He paused, his tone carrying a strange admiration, "Ordinary evil soul masters would at least treat soul masters as resources to improve their strength, but she doesn't even have that much 'value,' as if she's just crushing ants with her bare hands. This level of indifference is far superior to mine."

These words were like a block of ice thrown into everyone's hearts, even Yan Feng felt a chill run down his spine. Although they were evil soul masters and acted ruthlessly, they had never seen anyone so utterly devoid of respect for life, and their gazes toward Tang Wutong were filled with even deeper fear.

Zhang Peng gazed at Tang Wutong's figure on the field, his expression growing increasingly somber. Although he himself relied on beast blood for cultivation and his methods were far from virtuous, he rarely killed anyone with his own hands. Yet, he could clearly see the indifference in Tang Wutong's bones—she completely ignored even Zheng Zhan's well-intentioned advice. Such a temperament was almost inhuman, and the coldness and hardness of her heart were even faintly comparable to the Supreme Leader of a sect.

Although Yan Feng and his group of juniors were born into evil spirit master families, they would still maintain some semblance of decorum and politeness when facing someone as prominent as Zheng Zhan. However, seeing Zhang Peng speak so solemnly, the six of them couldn't help but feel a chill. To stand out in a place like the Holy Spirit Sect, weren't they all ruthless and bloodthirsty? But when it came to disregard for life, they considered themselves far inferior to Tang Wutong.

"No wonder you can become orthodox Soul Masters." A genius muttered in a low voice, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone, "So we can't even compare to 'evil'. In that case, our previous defeat was not unjust."

Upon hearing this, everyone else fell silent. After this incident, they no longer dared to underestimate the Haotian Sect, nor did they dare to treat Tang Wutong as an ordinary opponent.

(End of this chapter)