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

Chapter 211 The Battle of Fire and Water
The Tang Sect is also investigating this matter, but it is clearly impossible for them to directly confront St. Freya Academy.

Because of Xia Die's grueling training, they were all at the Contra Douluo level, so defeating them would obviously be a very difficult task.

The morning light was exceptionally bright, and the air was filled with a refreshing freshness.

This time it's St. Freya Academy versus Tang Sect, it's definitely going to be exciting.

The air in the waiting area of ​​St. Freya Academy still retained the warmth of training.

Her long red hair fluttered gently in the cool air. Jiu Li looked up and said with a resolute tone, "I'll go first and deal with those guys."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dong'er's gaze lingered briefly on her before she nodded and instructed, "Then Jiu Li, be careful."

On the competition stage, Zheng Zhan solemnly announced: "In the first match of the round-robin tournament, St. Freya Academy will face off against Tang Sect. Each side will send one player to the stage."

On St. Freya Academy's side, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen are the ones they least want to face; none of the remaining contestants will be their match.

In the waiting area, Beibei and the other seven main forces all stared in the direction of St. Freya Academy. Their eyes were like ice-cold knives, each one filled with deep-seated hatred, as if they could smell the stench of old grudges even across a thousand armies.

In contrast, Wang Dong'er and her group looked at Bei Bei and the others with a dismissive gaze, as if sweeping away dust on the ground—it was clearly the look of looking at ants, with a nonchalant attitude that concealed complete indifference, as if the other party did not even deserve to be looked at properly.

Is this... looking down on them?

The answer is undoubtedly yes, they look down on it from the bottom of their hearts.

Such humiliation ignited anger in Bei Bei and the others, especially Xu Sanshi and He Caitou. Their eyes were filled with intense malice as they stared at the group from St. Freya Academy, their sinister intent almost overflowing.

To dare to humiliate the Tang Clan in this way is an act deserving of death!
They have all found a way to die!
They were determined to act like the Haotian Sect. Although the competition rules explicitly prohibited sabotage and underhanded tactics, when it came to a full-blown battle, who could hold back? In such a situation, if the opponent was not strong enough to withstand such a relentless attack and ultimately died at their hands, it would only be their own fault and deserved.

Once he made up his mind, Bei Bei's eyes suddenly sharpened. He turned to Xu Sanshi beside him and said in a deep voice, "Sanshi, you will fight in the first match."

He paused, deliberately lowering his voice, his tone ruthless and unwavering: "Remember, make sure that anyone on the opposing team who enters the fray is completely disqualified from subsequent team fights. If necessary..."

At this point, Beibei didn't continue. Instead, she slowly raised her right hand, her thumb swiftly slicing across her neck in a clean, decisive motion. The coldness in her eyes, like poisoned ice, clearly conveyed the unspoken message—if necessary, there's no need to hold back.

Xu Sanshi understood Bei Bei's meaning at a glance. His eyes darkened instantly, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. His voice was devoid of any warmth: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

He paused, his gaze sweeping in the direction of St. Freya Academy, his tone filled with undisguised contempt and ruthlessness: "Traitors like them deserve to die, they brought it upon themselves."

Soon, the contestants from both sides took to the stage, with Jiu Li and Xu Sanshi standing on the competition platform one after the other.

Xu Sanshi did not expect that his first opponent would be Jiu Li.

The moment he stepped onto the stage, his gaze fell upon Jiu Li opposite him, and his penchant for witty banter resurfaced, showing no sign of restraint.

"Jiuli, you've defected to the Sun and Moon faction, that's all you've got," Xu Sanshi said, his tone full of undisguised sarcasm.

"Old tortoise, don't come spouting nonsense after I've burned you to ashes." Jiu Li retorted coldly, her eyes already blazing with anger.

"Who are you calling an old turtle?" Xu Sanshi's face darkened, his tone suddenly becoming sharp, his eyes like ice, clearly stung by the nickname. "Whoever answers, that's who it is." Jiu Li raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of nonchalant mockery, clearly not taking the other's anger seriously.

On the Xuan Turtle Island where they were, the scene was even more complex. Dense primeval forests almost covered the entire peninsula, with the branches of towering ancient trees twisting and turning, blocking out the sun and allowing only sparse dappled sunlight to filter through the gaps in the leaves; the forest was filled with jagged rocks, some slanting into the ground like sword blades, others lying like giant beasts, and slippery vines twining between the rocks, threatening to trip one over if one was not careful.

The dense vegetation and scattered boulders divide the already small island into many narrow areas, leaving very little room to maneuver. Looking up, tangled branches block the way; looking down, tangled rocks and vines entangle you; and to the left and right, you are squeezed by dense forests and stone walls. Even the slightest movement could result in a collision with an obstacle, greatly limiting large-scale movement and the execution of attacks.

Suddenly, four striking characters appeared on the sky above: "[The Competition Begins]".

Jiu Li instantly activated her martial spirit, and her aura surged dramatically. The next moment, a blazing flame, capable of scorching the heavens and splitting the earth, rose from her palm, and within the flames, a long spear appeared out of thin air.

This spear is four or five meters long, its entire body a blend of gold and red, its crimson color like a raging inferno, seemingly capable of incinerating everything in the world, its body shrouded in a scorching power strong enough to pierce through the air. The proportions of the spear shaft and the spearhead are perfectly balanced, without a trace of metallic luster, only flowing flames surging on the surface, as if the entire spear were formed from pure flame.

The spearhead was a dazzling gold, and the three-edged blade was so sharp it seemed to be able to cleave space. The blade was covered with winding crimson patterns, like the trajectory of flowing flames. Tiny tongues of fire occasionally spewed from the sharp point, carrying the power to tear everything apart. The tip of the spear was filled with intense fighting spirit, and the light was as intense as the sun melting gold. From a distance, it looked as if golden flames were burning fiercely at the tip.

From the middle of the gun barrel downwards, it connects to a tassel woven from phoenix tail feathers. Each feather is wrapped in a ghostly blue flame, which automatically flutters even without wind, producing a series of fine crackling sounds as if countless sparks are leaping and colliding.

Nine crimson crystal bells hang from the gun handle, each engraved with ancient flame runes that shimmer slightly with the flow of the flames; the bells are carved with nine fire dragons and phoenixes, the dragons and phoenixes intertwining and playing, conveying both the dynamism of interwoven flames and the majestic power of the fusion of heavenly and earthly fire.

The gun, held in Jiu Li's hand, seemed to merge with her aura. The fierce flames and the sharpness of the gun complemented each other, exuding a world-destroying oppressive feeling even before it was used.

The eight spirit rings on his body appeared. Clearly, like Xu Sanshi, they were all red spirit rings. After reaching level ninety-nine, one would inevitably become a god, and some people would directly become gods.

Although Xuan Turtle Island was fragmented and restricted by dense forests and strange rocks, it could not confine Jiu Li in the slightest. The lush vegetation was not an obstacle in her eyes, but rather an excellent aid—the dry branches and gnarled trunks were all fuel to start a fire, waiting only for a spark to ignite a prairie fire.

She stood steadily atop a towering rock, the pebbles beneath her feet creaking softly from her slightly lowered center of gravity. Her gaze swept over Xu Sanshi opposite her, a cold, sharp smile curving her lips: "Xu Sanshi, are you ready to become a roasted turtle?"

Before she finished speaking, the golden-red spear she gripped suddenly burst into a blinding flash of light. The flames at the spear tip shot up half a foot high, carrying a scorching heat wave that pointed directly at the ancient tree beside her. With a soft "hiss," the moment the spear tip grazed the tree, orange-red flames erupted from the withered leaves. The flames rapidly climbed up the trunk, the crackling sound of the burning exceptionally clear in the silent arena.

In an instant, several nearby trees were ignited, thick smoke and heat rising into the air, enveloping Jiu Li's figure in a hazy firelight. She remained standing on the rock, her clothes fluttering in the hot wind, the flames on her spear growing ever more intense, as if the entire vegetation of Xuan Turtle Island had become a weapon in her palm, waiting only for a command to turn this battlefield into a sea of ​​fire.

Upon seeing this, Xu Sanshi's face instantly turned bright red, his eyes blazing with anger. He couldn't help but spit and curse, "You bitch, wait till I get out of here, I'll see how I kill you!"

Before he finished speaking, his fourth purple soul ring suddenly lit up. In the dazzling purple light, surging seawater appeared out of thin air, like a roaring wall of water sweeping towards the flames. However, as soon as the seawater came into contact with the raging fire, it hissed and instantly evaporated into a large cloud of white steam, which spread in the air and made the surrounding heat even more scorching.

But the burning grass and trees had already curled up and turned black in the flames, turning into piles of scattered ashes in an instant. When the wind blew, they scattered on the ground in a flurry, and the surrounding air was also tainted with the smell of burnt food.

The dense steam rising from the sea ultimately failed to halt the spread of the fire, instead making the already cramped battlefield even more humid, hot, and filled with acrid smoke. But the next second, a fireball suddenly materialized and hurtled towards Xu Sanshi like a falling meteor. Its speed was astonishing, accompanied by a sharp, tearing sound, catching even the usually quick-witted Xu Sanshi off guard.

"boom!"

A violent impact resounded across the arena. Although Xu Sanshi possessed the Xuanwu Martial Soul, granting him formidable defensive capabilities, he was still forced to retreat several steps by the sudden and heavy blow, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.

A cold glint flashed in Xu Sanshi's eyes, and his second yellow soul ring suddenly lit up. As the dazzling yellow light flowed, a thick layer of golden armor quickly covered his entire body. The armor plates were layered upon layered, with ancient patterns, as solid as the shell of a Xuanwu tortoise, protecting him completely and increasing his defensive power by several points.

(End of this chapter)