Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 359 Tang San's Seven 100,000-Year Soul Rings
The anger and support of countless people almost burned through the screen.

In Mingdu, there is an elegantly decorated yet modern room.

Di Yue curled up on the soft sofa, her hands tightly wrapped around her knees, her beautiful eyes fixed on the huge holographic screen in front of her, her pretty face filled with tension and worry. On the screen was the battle scene where Lu Jun and the others were struggling to hold on.

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Di Tian, ​​who was leisurely sipping his tea beside her, her voice tinged with urgency:

"Di Tian, ​​do you really think... Lu Jun and the others can win? Can they really successfully challenge Shrek Academy? The gap is just too big!"

Di Tian put down his teacup, his deep, ancient eyes glancing at the screen, his tone calm and unwavering:

"If an ordinary person were faced with this situation, I would only say that there is no hope and that they are courting death."

He paused and continued:

"If he were a genius in the conventional sense, I might say that he would need a thousand times more training before he could even glimpse a slim chance."

Di Tian's gaze refocused on the boy wielding the ice sword on the screen, and his tone finally changed slightly:

"But if it's Lu Jun... I would say that it's very likely to succeed."

"Huh?" Di Yue's eyes widened in surprise. "Why? They clearly look so disadvantaged!"

Di Tian slowly explained:
“He has no shortage of strength, talent, temperament, or even luck. More importantly, he has the Federation behind him, determined to bring Shrek down from its pedestal. Shrek’s actions today may seem shameless, but they are actually a manifestation of their fear. They are afraid of failure, afraid of the collapse of their millennia-old reputation.”

"If Lu Jun can succeed in this deliberately created, near-desperate level of difficulty, even without relying on the power of his still-unrevealed divine artifact..."

A meaningful smile appeared on Di Tian's lips.

"Then, Shrek Academy's sacred aura and invincible myth, accumulated over ten thousand years, will collapse completely. From then on, no one on the continent will blindly believe that Shrek is unapproachable. The Federation's move, seemingly passive, is actually a ruthless and decisive scheme to undermine the nation's foundation."

"It is precisely because Shrek Academy understands this that it is so shameless today, willing to lose face in order to desperately defend its crumbling glory."

Di Tian concluded slowly.

"If Shrek fails in this battle, it will be equivalent to the Federation demystifying Shrek in front of the entire continent. They will tear off their mysterious and powerful cloak, and in the future, the Federation will face much less resistance and have more opportunities to deal with Shrek."

"Oh... I see!" Di Yue suddenly realized, her little fists clenching unconsciously. The worry in her eyes turned into anticipation, and she excitedly shouted at the screen, "Lu Jun! Go! Go!!! You have to win!"

Di Tian smiled, said no more, and immediately turned his gaze back to the screen.

At this moment, inside the virtual battlefield.

Lu Jun gritted his teeth and wielded the Ice Abyss Sword with all his might, struggling to withstand Tang San's storm-like attacks.

What made him roar and curse in his heart the most was the seven spirit rings slowly rotating under Tang San's feet.

There were seven vibrant red spirit rings, each radiating terrifying energy fluctuations.

Seven hundred-thousand-year spirit rings in total, seven of them!
Fifteen years old, seven 100,000-year spirit rings?!

Shrek, can you please use some basic principles and logic when compiling data?

Besides, this is a trap, and Chun Chun doesn't have any driftwood at home.

Lu Jun was internally ranting, but his hands didn't dare to slack off at all.

He took a deep breath of the icy air, his exhalation carrying a misty chill, and the frost beneath his feet spread outwards, attempting to affect Tang San's movements. "First Soul Skill, Ice Flower."

As his spirit rings flashed, countless beautiful yet dangerous ice-blue roses bloomed on the ground, radiating a chilling aura as they coiled towards Tang San.

Tang San frowned slightly, seemingly impatient with this type of control-type soul skill.

He didn't even use the Blue Silver Grass; he just flicked it casually.

"咻咻咻咻——"

Countless glint-in-the-cold darts, throwing knives, and bone-piercing needles... swept out like a shower of flowers from a celestial maiden, covering every angle.

The exquisiteness of its technique, the breadth of its coverage, and the strength of its force far exceed the imagination of ordinary people!
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

The newly blooming ice crystal roses were instantly destroyed by the dense rain of hidden weapons, turning into dust.

Lu Jun felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly brandished his Ice Abyss Sword. The sword light formed an impenetrable barrier, deflecting all the hidden weapons aimed at him and producing a series of crisp metallic clangs.

However, before he could catch his breath, Tang San's calm voice rang out again:

"The first soul skill, blue silver entanglement."

In an instant, countless thick blue silver vines burst forth from the ground, like agile giant pythons, coiling towards Lu Jun from all directions, blocking all his space to dodge.

"Second Soul Skill, Ice Abyss Slash."

Without hesitation, Lu Jun activated his second spirit ring and swung the Ice Abyss Sword.

Dozens of enormous blue swords, made entirely of frost, instantly materialized in the air, slashing fiercely at the incoming Blue Silver Emperor vines with unparalleled sword energy.

"Click, click!"

A large number of vines were severed by the ice sword, and the cold air seeped in through the cuts, attempting to freeze them.

At the same time, Tang San's body trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed again, clearly indicating that the cold poison that had invaded his body was interfering with the flow of his soul power.

However, the difference in their cultivation levels was too great, and this interference was insignificant to Tang San.

He snorted coldly, seemingly losing patience, and raised both hands simultaneously:
"Second Soul Skill, Parasite!"

"The third soul skill, spider web binding!"

Almost at the same time that Lu Jun cut off the first wave of Blue Silver Grass, the severed vine fragments on his body instantly came to life, growing wildly like seeds and instantly binding and binding his entire body.

At the same time, an enormous, shimmering blue, sticky, and tough spider web descended from the sky, about to completely envelop and bind him.

Caught in a pincer attack, there was no way to avoid it!
Lu Jun's expression changed just as the parasitic blue silver grass tightened and the spider web was about to engulf him.

His body suddenly became ethereal, as if it had transformed into a smooth and translucent ice mirror.

Original Soul Skill: Mirror Flower Water Moon!
The next moment, Tang San's continuous bursts of control soul skills—parasitic entanglement, spider web binding—all seemed to strike the illusory reflection, passing through it and slamming heavily into empty space.

Lu Jun's true form had already appeared several meters away, his face slightly pale, obviously due to the huge difference in their cultivation levels. However, he successfully dodged this fatal wave of combined control!
(End of this chapter)