Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

Every single time, we overcame it without relying on courage and faith.

She knew that while these enemies were indeed treacherous and cunning and their strength should not be underestimated, she herself was by no means a lamb to be slaughtered.

"If they dare to come, we'll just fight them out."

She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, her tone firm and resolute, as if the enemy before her was already utterly vulnerable.

She told herself that she must not back down and must not let fear take over her heart.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, she'll fight to the death. Ma Xiaotao has never been a coward.

No matter how fierce those enemies are, they are nothing more than a bunch of cowardly rats hiding their heads and tails.

As long as you bravely face the challenge, you will surely find their weaknesses and defeat them.

Tang Lan completely agreed with Ma Xiaotao's words: just do it directly.

He looked at everyone with a firm gaze and said, "Xiao Tao is right. We can't just sit here and wait to die. Instead of being afraid and backing down, we should take the initiative!"

Tang Ya bit her lip and said, "But the opponent's strength is unknown. Isn't this too risky for us?"

Tang Lan waved his hand and said, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. If we keep cowering, we'll only embolden the enemy. Besides, we're not entirely unprepared."

Jiang Nannan nodded and said, "Alright then, since we've made up our minds, let's go all out!"

Yu'er took a deep breath and said, "If we all work together, we will definitely defeat the enemy!"

Tang Lan looked around at everyone.

His gaze was filled with determination and reassurance, like the warm sunshine of spring, gentle yet powerful, as he spoke:

"Don't worry, I wouldn't want to put you in danger."

His voice was deep and powerful, like the resounding toll of a bell in an ancient temple deep in the mountains—resonant and far-reaching.

It was as if a shot of adrenaline had been injected into everyone present, instantly calming their previously panicked hearts.

As he spoke, he shouted into the void:

"Soul Douluo Luojian, Ice Bear, and Time, the two titled Douluo, come out and meet us."

His voice, like a resounding bell, echoed and reverberated in the quiet and oppressive space, causing the surrounding air to ripple slightly.

His expression was serious and solemn, as if he was certain that these titled Douluo would respond to his call.

He stood tall with his back straight, his posture as firm as a pine tree, displaying an aura of fearlessness and indomitable spirit, like a towering, unshakeable mountain.

His resolute gaze, high nose bridge, and tightly pursed lips all revealed his inner determination.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than three figures appeared out of thin air like ghosts.

The Fallen Sword Soul Douluo was dressed in a blue robe.

Sword energy swirled around.

The sword energy was almost tangible, shimmering with a cold light, as if it could cleave through the void.

His eyes were sharp and piercing, making people afraid to meet his gaze.

Ice Bear Douluo was tall and imposing, as tall as a mountain.

He exuded a chilling aura, as if he could freeze the surrounding air.

Every step he took seemed to shake the earth.

The Time Douluo was surrounded by mysterious time power, the light of which flickered on and off.

Unpredictable

His face was solemn, like an ancient statue, dignified and majestic.

When Tang Ya and the other three saw them, their faces immediately lit up with surprise and relief.

Tang Ya's voice trembled with excitement as she said:

"With all the senior Douluo here, we feel much more at ease."

Tears welled in her eyes; her previous fear and unease had been replaced by joy.

Jiang Nannan's tense nerves instantly relaxed, she let out a long sigh, and a relieved smile bloomed on her face:

"Great, now we're saved."

Her hands, which had been gripping the weapon tightly, gradually loosened, as if she had been freed from immense pressure.

A glimmer of hope shone in Yu'er's eyes as she murmured:

"With the help of our predecessors, we will surely be able to defeat the enemy."

Her delicate body seemed to be full of strength at this moment, brimming with confidence for the battle to come.

Ma Xiaotao's face lit up with renewed fighting spirit, and she declared loudly:

"With all of you seniors here, we are sure to crush the enemy!"

Her voice was clear and resonant, full of determination and courage, as if she could already see the dawn of victory.

The two titled Douluo, Luo Jianhun, Bing Xiong, and Shi Jian, nodded slightly to Tang Ya and the other three, their eyes filled with reassurance, before turning to look at Tang Lan.

The Fallen Sword Soul Douluo spoke first, his voice as cold as frost, seemingly able to lower the surrounding temperature by several degrees:

"Tang Lan, how is the situation?"

Tang Lan's expression was solemn, his brows furrowed, and he quickly gave a detailed account of the current situation and the enemy's possible movements.

He spoke very quickly, but his words were clear and logical, and he didn't miss a single detail.

Ice Bear Douluo frowned, his brows furrowing like two small hills, and said in a gruff voice:

"Hmph, who cares what kind of enemy they are? One comes, one is wiped out; two come, two are wiped out!" (End of Chapter)

Chapter 788 Drawing the Sword

Ice Bear Douluo's bold words were full of domineering spirit, as if he had no fear of the upcoming battle.

The Time Douluo pondered for a moment, his gaze deep and distant, and slowly said:

"We must not underestimate the enemy; we need to plan carefully and formulate a comprehensive countermeasure. The enemy we are facing may be more cunning and powerful than we imagine."

Tang Lan nodded.

Just as they were discussing, a sinister laugh suddenly came from afar:

"Haha, none of you are getting away today!"

The laughter echoed in the empty space, sounding particularly eerie.

Everyone's expression tightened instantly, their nerves tensed, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

As that sinister laughter rang out,

A powerful, suffocating aura of evil spread rapidly like a surging, boundless tide.

It seemed as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

Wherever this evil aura went, even the air seemed to be polluted and murky, making it difficult to breathe.

It felt as if every breath was inhaling endless darkness and fear.

Tang Lan's eyes widened in anger, like torches burning with fury, and she shouted:

"What kind of scoundrel are you, hiding your head and showing your tail!"

His voice, like a thunderclap, exploded in the vast, silent space.

It carries an inviolable majesty and an extreme hatred of evil.

At that moment, a dark figure slowly approached from a distance, his silhouette gradually becoming clearer in the dim light.

His entire body was completely enveloped in thick, inky black mist that churned and surged.

The mist seemed to be alive, churning and swirling wildly, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

All that could be seen were a pair of eyes flashing with a blood-red light.

Those eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps from the depths of hell, radiating a chilling evil and cruelty.

It's as if your soul would be frozen instantly if you were stared at by that gaze.

Tang Ya and the other three unconsciously took a few steps back, their faces as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

Tang Ya's heart was pounding rapidly, the violent beating echoing in her ears like a drumbeat, as if it were about to leap out of her throat at any moment.

Jiang Nannan covered her mouth tightly with both hands, her eyes wide open, trying her best not to scream out of extreme fear.

Yu'er's legs went weak, and her body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind. She could hardly stand and might collapse to the ground at any moment.

Although Ma Xiaotao tried to remain calm, she clenched her teeth and fists.

But the panic and fear in her eyes betrayed the deep-seated dread in her heart.

The Sword-Falling Soul Douluo snorted coldly, his voice filled with disdain and anger, as if he were extremely annoyed by the black shadow's pretentious posturing:

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Having said that, an incomparably sharp sword aura roared out from his hand.

The sword energy, like a dazzling silver lightning bolt, shot straight towards the dark figure with a powerful aura capable of tearing through the void and destroying everything.

Wherever it passed, the air was cut and emitted a sharp whistling sound.

The dark figure darted to the side, its movements as light and agile as a ghost.

Without the slightest hesitation, he easily dodged this incredibly powerful attack.

At the same time, a piercing, eerie laugh was emitted:

"Is that all you have?"

His laughter was sharp and piercing, like a sharp needle stabbing straight into everyone's eardrums, as if it could penetrate their souls.

It sent an indescribable chill down one's spine.

Ice Bear Douluo roared:

"Don't be arrogant!"