Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

With a gentle smile, Biji sat down next to Guyue.

"Senior Biji, may I ask how strong Senior Xiong Jun is?"

Seeing that Gu Yue and Xiong Jun had already started "chewing" on the food on the huge plate, Dugu Yan did not interrupt them. Instead, she twisted her waist and turned to Bi Ji, asking curiously in a low voice.

"You will have a chance to meet him."

With a smile on her face, Brigitte did not give an answer, but instead posed a riddle. What Dugu Yan did not notice was that a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the usually kind Brigitte.

An invisible spiritual connection was established between Biji and Xiong Jun, which Dugu Yan did not notice. Gu Yue merely glanced at it before continuing to devour the delicious food in front of her.

Xiong Jun: "Bi Ji, why are you telling me to tone down my aura?"

Brigitte: "Did those two powerful human warriors next door sense it?"

Xiong Jun: "Just those two, one of them I can take down with one slap, and the other I can finish off within ten rounds without much trouble."

Brigitte: "I suspect their target is the Lord?"

Xiong Jun: "I'm going to take care of them now!"

Brigitte: "Calm down! These two are probably just spies. There should be stronger ones behind them, so we'd better not alert them. Let's wait until all the enemies are lured out before dealing with them and help the leader eliminate all threats."

Xiong Jun: "That makes sense. Alright then, no wonder you've weakened so much since I told you to conceal your aura."

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VIP Box No. 4

Yu Yuanzhen's expression was solemn as he quietly awaited the results of the withered old man's investigation beside him.

After a long while, the withered old man slowly opened his cloudy eyes: "Yuan Zhen, there is indeed only the aura of a Title Douluo, and it is undoubtedly a healing type. I also sensed that little girl. Her bloodline is terrifyingly extraordinary. My martial soul is restless and even exudes an instinctive fear. She is definitely a heaven-sent opportunity for our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to take another step forward."

A murderous intent surged in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes, and his ruthlessness was no longer concealed: "Then, Father, shall we make our move now?"

The withered old man slowly shook his head: "No, all forces are gathered today, it is not advisable to act rashly. We should stick to the original plan and snatch her away on their way to the finals. But are you sure this girl will go to Wuhun City to watch the game?"

Yu Yuanzhen nodded emphatically: "This is basically certain. She and Tang Shan are inseparable, and Tang Shan is Xue Qinghe's trusted subordinate, so he will definitely go to Wuhun City with Xue Qinghe."

"It seems these two little ones have a deep bond."

The withered old man's voice was hoarse and dry. He slowly got up and walked to the one-way glass window of the VIP box. His gaze was heavy as he looked down at the battle arena that was about to begin. His words were calm and even, but they were filled with a chilling coldness.

“Since Tangshan has a close relationship with Gu Yue, when the opportunity arises, Yuan Zhen, you should take care of him and eliminate any future troubles.”

His aged face was indifferent, but his eyes were filled with a fierce and ruthless rage, a determination that could unleash a bloodbath: "For the sake of sentiment, we must not allow a Soul Master genius who is so deeply involved with this girl to grow up. He will surely become a great enemy of our sect in the future."

Logically speaking, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is destined to rise to the top of the continent, so how can they allow others to have an unparalleled powerhouse over them!

Whether this battle between a Soul Master and a Soul Saint is real or not, the road to Spirit City is Tang Shan's dead end!

……

Night fell completely, and in the Heavenly Battle Arena, dozens of focusing soul tools were activated simultaneously. The dazzling light illuminated the entire arena as bright as day. Xie Tu's fat figure stood steadily under the spotlight in the center of the arena. He did not use the amplifying soul tool, but relied solely on his powerful soul force to drive his voice, allowing his words to clearly reach every corner of the arena.

"Distinguished guests, and all the audience members present, hello everyone! I am Xie Tu, the host of this Soul Saint Battle. You may call me Manager Xie Tu."

A thunderous roar swept across the entire arena, and the once noisy and bustling audience gradually fell silent. All eyes turned to the fat figure in the center of the arena.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xie Tu's voice remained deep and clear: "It is an honor to gather here with you all today to witness a peak showdown destined to be recorded in the history of Douluo Continent."

The once quiet audience seats suddenly erupted into a murmur of noise. Everyone looked puzzled. It was just a battle between Soul Saints. Although it was rare, it was not enough to be praised to the point of being "recorded in history". Such a statement was far too exaggerated.

Xie Tu seemed to have anticipated everyone's reaction, and continued in a calm tone: "The reason why I say this match will definitely go down in history is because one of the sides in this battle is extremely special. As for what makes it special, you will all find out soon enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Tu stopped hesitating and raised his voice, announcing loudly, "The Soul Saint Battle begins now!"

Rumble!

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished in a flash. Immediately afterward, a deafening drumbeat resounded, echoing throughout the arena like a thunderous roar, instantly igniting the audience's enthusiasm.

Amidst the drumbeats, a passage slowly opened, and a burly man stepped out with steady strides. The dazzling soul-guiding device instantly locked onto him, clearly projecting his figure into the view of everyone present.

His body was as tall and imposing as an iron tower, with huge, taut muscles all over his body, every inch of which exuded explosive power. His face was resolute, his eyes were calm, and he had an imposing presence that commanded respect without anger.

Xiong Jun, who was chewing a large piece of roasted meat in the private room, paused, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes: The Mighty Vajra Bear bloodline, that's quite interesting.

Under the spotlight, Zhao Wuji felt the attention of everyone, but he was not nervous at all. On the contrary, his fighting spirit surged and his soul power was already restless. His past experience of breaking out of the encirclement of the Spirit Hall was relived. His heart was full of fervor: My opponent, you must not let me down!

He stepped onto the arena step by step, his soul power surging like a mighty river. With each step forward, his aura grew stronger. By the time he was fully on the arena, his aura had reached its peak.

In the stands, Flander, who had been heartbroken about buying a standing ticket, immediately smiled as he sensed Zhao Wuji's peak aura: "With Old Zhao in this form, unless his opponent can fly, he'll definitely be crushed head-on. Maybe we can make a fortune this time."

Remembering that he had bet a thousand gold soul coins on Zhao Wuji before entering the arena, Flander was filled with regret. He should have bet more.

Zhao Wuji stood on the stage, and the drumbeats suddenly stopped, then roared again in an instant, the rhythm becoming more and more rapid, indicating that the other contestant was about to enter the arena.

All the focusing soul guides deflected simultaneously, precisely focusing on the exit of another passage, where the eyes of many spectators were fixed.

At the entrance of the passage, a figure slowly walked out. It was a young man with a tall and slender figure, fair skin, and strikingly handsome features. His eyes were clear and bright, but his expression remained calm and composed, as if the surrounding noise and attention had nothing to do with him.

Wow!

Upon seeing who it was, the entire audience erupted in an uproar, filled with astonishment and disbelief—this person was far too young, appearing to have just come of age, yet he dared to challenge a Soul Saint? This was simply a fantasy!

Despite the somewhat subdued atmosphere, the scorching spotlight, the countless questioning gazes, and the imposing presence of Zhao Wuji standing like an iron tower on the stage, Tang Shan remained calm.

He walked steadily onto the stage, stopping not far in front of Zhao Wuji, his expression calm and showing no sign of fear.

"Golden Bear Soul Saint?" Tang Shan greeted him casually.

Zhao Wuji lowered his eyes and sized up the young man in front of him, who was probably less than half his age. His eyes were full of doubt: "You're my opponent today? Kid, you've come to the wrong place, haven't you?"

Tang Shan did not get angry in the face of Zhao Wuji’s contempt and doubt. Anyone who saw him at his age would have been suspicious.

For him, there is no need for verbal refutation of doubts; only reality can provide the most powerful response.

"You haven't gone to the wrong place. I am your opponent in this battle."

"Is that so?" Zhao Wuji grinned, stretched his shoulders, and swung his thick arms, his tone teasing. "Then when we fight later, kid, don't cry."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji's soul power suddenly surged violently, his martial soul was activated, and his body underwent a dramatic transformation at a visible speed:

Its height suddenly increased to 2.5 meters, its broad shoulders expanded again, becoming as heavy as small mountains, its hands rapidly expanded into bear paws the size of palm fans, covered with hard fur, and its body surface was covered with dazzling golden short hairs, its eyes turned into clear light gold, shining brightly.

Rings of spirit rings rose from beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black. Seven deep-colored spirit rings neatly circled his burly body, rhythmically moving up and down. The pressure of a spirit saint level swept over him instantly, causing the entire audience to hold their breath.

He threw his head back and let out a deafening roar!

Tang Shan's lips curled slightly, and his soul power surged within him at will. Three soul rings suddenly appeared beneath his feet—purple, purple, purple!

The uniform purple spirit rings floated silently amidst the shock and astonishment of Zhao Wuji and the entire audience. There were only three rings, but they were all of the thousand-year spirit ring level. The third spirit ring, in particular, was like a clear amethyst, flowing with a noble luster and exuding a majestic aura that captivated the soul.

The entire arena fell silent. No one had time to voice their doubts, and Zhao Wuji was still reeling from the shock when Tang Shan's body began an astonishing transformation:

The blood and qi in his body surged and gathered wildly, condensing into a pill shape in his dantian. The next moment, it exploded with tremendous power that swept through his entire body!

The cracking and popping of bones filled the air as he rapidly grew taller, his muscles bulging powerfully, and his fascia stretched to its limit. His originally slender figure expanded to a height of over two meters in the blink of an eye. Although his body was not as robust as Zhao Wuji's, it exuded a sense of power that had been condensed to the extreme.

Immediately afterwards, the first purple soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up, and his god-level power control instantly boosted his arms. His already thick arms grew even larger, with muscles bulging like coiled dragons, and veins jutting out like the roots of an old tree. His fingers were as thick as carrots, tightly wrapped in a layer of tough, bluish-black tendons, and filled with explosive power.

A powerful and boundless force surged and churned within his body, yet under the control of a god-level being, it was released and contained at will, as if it were his own arm or fingers, with not a single bit of excess power leaking out.

A calm yet terrifying aura slowly spread out, facing Zhao Wuji on the arena from afar.

Chapter 223 Clash, a battle of power!

boom!

With a stomp of his feet, power erupted, and the blood, soul power, and spiritual power within his body instantly and perfectly merged, surging within him and giving Tang Shan's body the greatest boost.

Seeing Tang Shan rapidly approaching him, Zhao Wuji's expression hardened. He sprinted forward in sync, gathering his soul power in his palms and striking them down.

call!

The enormous hand, carrying a howling wind pressure, fiercely met the giant fist that Tang Shan was smashing down.

boom!

The palm and the iron fist collided with a thunderous crash, the dull thud reverberating outwards in violent ripples of air that swept in all directions.

Almost simultaneously, the two retreated. Tang Shan took three steps back to regain his footing, while Zhao Wuji took five steps back before he could release his full strength. The arena beneath their feet was cracked with fine lines.

Feeling the fierce force in his palm, Zhao Wuji shouted, "Good!"

Then, abandoning some of his initial contempt, he simultaneously unleashed a burst of light from his first two spirit rings.

The Soul Skill Immovable King Body and Mighty Vajra Palm were activated in succession!

A dazzling golden light instantly enveloped his body, his skin texture revealed the hardness of metal and stone, all his powerful soul energy gathered in his palms, golden light burst from his eyes, and his huge golden palms, carrying a fierce momentum, once again clashed head-on with Tang Shan's heavy punch.

boom!

The second collision was even more powerful! This time, Tang Shan was clearly at a disadvantage. A fierce force surged from his fist, but he held on tightly and did not let up a bit. Instead, he used the recoil to twist his body and his right fist, like a steel rod, came up from below and struck Zhao Wuji's face with a fierce and domineering force.

The spectators in the stands had no time to wonder about Tang Shan's spirit ring, which was neither up to standard nor up to the level of the competition. They were already captivated by the head-on clash between the two, their eyes wide open and fixed on the arena.

Zhao Wuji swiftly pressed down with his left hand, desperately blocking Tang Shan's hook punch, while his right palm followed closely behind, whistling through the air as it slammed into Tang Shan's vital chest.

Tang Shan's left hand came together like a viper spitting its tongue, his fingertips swiftly striking Zhao Wuji's wrist. His right hand, which had been blocked, pushed forward with the force of the blow, his fist as hard as iron, slamming into the opponent's abdomen.

After only a few exchanges, the battle quickly escalated to a fever pitch. Zhao Wuji showed no intention of withdrawing his right hand, determined to take Tang Shan's blow head-on. Tang Shan also did not back down at all, and even though the opponent's right palm was pointing directly at his chest, his offensive did not diminish.

uh-huh!

Both men were struck at the same time and groaned, retreating one after another. However, Tang Shan recovered faster and sprang up again. When his feet touched the ground, his power was concentrated at one point, creating a deep pit on the hard arena with a loud bang. His body shot out like an arrow, and his right fist and elbow sank like a hundred-times-forged spear, carrying the force straight for Zhao Wuji's heart.

Having just regained his footing, Zhao Wuji saw the attack coming so swiftly and didn't hesitate to assume a horse stance, crossing his two thick arms in front of him to protect himself. The next moment, Tang Shan's elbow, like a thousand-pound hammer, slammed into the core of his crossed arms.

Hiss!

Zhao Wuji retreated rapidly, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, sending stones flying.

As the so-called one-shot, and then decline, three and exhausted.

With its offensive in full swing, Tangshan's momentum grew stronger and stronger, its spirit and energy reaching their peak, and it erupted once again, determined to pursue and attack relentlessly.

However, Zhao Wuji had a wealth of combat experience, and he knew that he could no longer let Tang Shan control the pace. Although he firmly believed that he was already invincible with his Martial Soul True Body, it would be too shameful for a Soul Saint to use his Martial Soul True Body against a Soul Venerable.

Buzz! The third purple spirit ring beneath his feet flashed, and the spirit skill Gravity Increase was activated!

A terrifying gravity suddenly descended from the sky, like Mount Tai pressing down on him. Tang Shan felt his whole body sink, his forward momentum suddenly slowed down, and his accumulated momentum was also released.

Bang bang bang!

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhao Wuji strode forward rapidly, his palms striking with great force and power, mercilessly attacking Tang Shan's entire body.

Tang Shan's arms were covered in bulging veins like writhing dragons. Even under immense pressure, he chose to attack instead of defend, bracing himself against the onslaught.