Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 167 It's broken, mine is broken.

"It seems you are very confident in winning the championship."

"I am also very confident."

"My name is Long Yue, but everyone calls me Crazy Long." The bald, burly man extended his large hand to Su Qiu: "I look forward to meeting you on the field."

Su Qiu glanced at the large, fan-like hand, but didn't rush to shake it. Instead, she said with interest, "Crazy Dragon? That's a fitting name."

"You may not know this, but I specialize in controlling madmen."

Yuan Enhui glanced at him speechlessly, recalling Su Qiu's many methods.

Is there anything you can't control?
Finally, Su Qiu raised her hand and shook hands with Long Yue: "Su Qiu."

The moment the two large hands clasped together, everyone looked over.

Dai Yun'er was beaming with pride. Hahaha, you dare to shake hands with Brother Long? You're dead, you're dead!

The surrounding air trembled slightly.

Long Yue's palm was instantly covered with a thick layer of dark red, and his violent power erupted like a ferocious beast that had been dormant for a long time.

Su Qiu's palm was ordinary, without any unusual features.

But this seemingly ordinary palm was like a bottomless abyss, completely devouring Long Yue's violent, beast-like power.

click
It looks like something is broken.

Long Yue released his grip without changing his expression.

The barely audible clicking sound was only caught by Dai Yueyan, who was closest to the camera, and his brows instantly furrowed.

"I'm even more looking forward to the upcoming matches."

Long Yue led his team away.

Dai Yun'er said smugly, "Hmph, that scoundrel dared to shake hands with you, Brother Long. He must be feeling terrible right now."

“It’s broken,” Long Yue whispered.

"You crushed his hand? No wonder I thought I heard a cracking sound just now." Dai Yun'er's eyes lit up: "Great, he deserved it!"

"No." Long Yue's voice was as cold as ice. He slowly raised the hand that had just been clasped with Su Qiu's, his entire palm trembling uncontrollably. "It's my hand bones that are broken..."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the teammates following behind him completely changed.

No one understands better than them how terrifying the power of the dragon leaps.

Dai Yun'er's smug expression froze instantly. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time. Only then did she realize that the snapping sound wasn't Su's at all.

Individual competition, first day of the knockout stage.

The area around Xingluo Stadium was already teeming with people, and several surrounding streets had been placed under lockdown.

As soon as Su Qiu stepped into the venue, she was swept up by the enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

Cheers rose and fell, like waves crashing on the shore, the enthusiastic shouts of 300,000 spectators.

They all support the Star Luo Empire.

That's understandable, though. If they don't support their own country, why would they support the federal government?
You agree, right, Tang Clan?

Inside the stadium, the competition stages are closely connected, and each stage is covered with a unique soul-guided shield, which can prevent interference between the stages and also prevent the battle energy from being dissipated.

Individual competitors are allowed to use any ability, and must sign a waiver of liability before the competition.

However, the referees intervene in a timely manner at crucial moments, so actual injuries and fatalities are rare.

A quick glance around revealed that very few contestants chose to wear mechs for the competition. Due to the limited space, mechs were not a good fit and would only become a hindrance.

Su Qiu seemed to be deep in thought. He had never played with a mecha before, so he would go find Mu Ye to get one to play with after the game.

"Please welcome contestant number one to the stage."

Su Qiu was assigned to competition table number one, and her contestant number was one.

This is too deliberate. It's obviously arranged on purpose.

As Su Qiu stepped onto the stage, before his soul-guided shield could even rise, a deafening roar of cheers swept over him.

Three hundred thousand people—this was, in fact, the largest competition he had ever participated in.

Just as Su Qiu was enjoying the hustle and bustle of the arena, a figure leaped onto the opposite stage with a sharp gust of wind.

The newcomer was a well-built young man, dressed in a black outfit that accentuated his muscular physique. His face was filled with undisguised arrogance, and when he glanced at Su Qiu, his gaze was full of disdain: "Shrek Academy? Let's see what kind of strength you really have."

Su Qiu ignored him, wondering where to find Mu Ye later.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, the young man's face turned ashen, and his soul power suddenly erupted. A dense purple soul ring rose around him, revealing him to be a four-ring Soul Master!
Wait for the referee to announce the start.

The young man's four spirit rings gleamed in the sunlight. He stomped his foot on the ground, causing the arena to tremble slightly: "Four-ring Power Attack Spirit Master, Shi Meng! Today I'll show you the power of a Star Luo Spirit Master!"

Thunderous cheers erupted from the audience, clearly indicating that this young man named Shi Meng was quite well-known in Xingluo.

Su Qiu slowly pulled himself out of his thoughts and glanced at the four purple soul rings.

He didn't even bother to release his martial spirit, simply raising his hand casually: "Four rings? Barely enough for me to warm up."

These words completely enraged Shi Meng. He roared, his first spirit ring shone brightly, and his fists were covered with a layer of hard rock armor as he charged towards Su Qiu.

Su Qiu didn't even move her feet; she simply flicked her wrist and lightly gripped Shi Meng's wrist. The seemingly casual movement was as immovable as an iron clamp, and Shi Meng's full-force soul power was instantly neutralized.

"You don't even have a single piece of battle armor, yet you try to test me with this?" Su Qiu shook his head and suddenly twisted his wrist.

click-

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and Shi Meng's scream instantly echoed throughout the arena.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming hard against the soul-guiding shield before falling heavily to the ground.

The cheers from the entire stadium came to an abrupt halt, and the 300,000 spectators fell silent instantly, the vast stadium so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The referee reacted swiftly, immediately raising his hand and announcing loudly, "Station number one, Su Qiu wins!"

The sound seemed to break the silence that enveloped the stadium. A collective gasp erupted from the stands, followed by a chorus of murmurs.

"That's too strong! They won without even using their martial spirit?"

"A four-ring Soul Master is like a chick in his hands. Are all the people at Shrek Academy this abnormal?"

The cheers that had initially favored Xingluo completely disappeared, replaced by amazement at Su Qiu's strength.

Su Qiu patted non-existent dust off her hands, turned around and walked off the competition stage, still pondering how to use destiny to find Mu Ye.

Dai Tianling, standing at the highest point of the stands, looked at Enci: "Teacher, did you notice anything?"

Enci slowly stroked his long, white beard, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes, his gaze still fixed on Su Qiu as he stepped off the competition stage: "Overbearing aura."

His voice was deep and solemn: "Shi Meng's soul power is fierce and domineering. Even ordinary five-ring soul kings might not be able to withstand it easily. Su Qiu may seem to have won by using skillful force, but in fact he used fierce and hard force."

"This kid is still hiding."

(End of this chapter)