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

Whoosh whoosh!

A series of dark figures moved silently through the streets of the south of the city, quickly surrounding the bungalow where Tang San lived. After finding their target, they did not immediately launch an attack, but silently waited for the arrival of the sect leader, the vice sect leader, and the four Heavenly Kings.

call!

The high-speed flight brought a few whooshing sounds as Zhong Li Sha and his five subordinates hovered high in the sky. His dark eyes stared at the silent bungalow. After observing for a moment, he raised his arm high and then suddenly swung it down.

The henchmen who had been watching his movements didn't hesitate any longer and stopped trying to hide. Their soul power, which had reached the peak of their current level, erupted simultaneously, producing muffled sounds. They summoned their martial souls and attacked the ordinary room.

The moment Tang San saw the evil soul masters erupt, he sensed something was wrong. He leaped up and burst through the door, only to be met by a bone claw that exuded a ghostly aura and echoed with the wails of countless wronged souls.

With a thought, the jet-black Haotian Hammer appeared out of thin air in his hand, directly meeting the eerie bone claw.

Click!

The bone claw shattered instantly, but the Haotian Hammer continued its momentum, smashing into the chest of the leading evil soul master. His chest instantly collapsed, his bones and flesh shattered, and his body flew out like a tattered sack, crashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

With his soul power energized in his legs, Tang San used the Ghost Shadow Steps to rush out of the bungalow in an instant, but what he saw made him feel cold all over.

One after another, figures of various shapes and murderous intents swooped down from corners, streets, rooftops, and the sky, their various martial spirits shining brightly, and all the gazes that fell upon them were exceptionally fierce.

Before Tang San could react, a barrage of attacks enveloped his entire body. The combined soul power of numerous evil soul masters erupted, completely disrupting the spiritual energy of the surrounding vast area, even without the aid of soul skills.

"Die!" Tang San roared, his body spinning rapidly in place. The Clear Sky Hammer was retrieved, and his hands became afterimages as he quickly threw out hidden weapons.

Tang Clan Hidden Weapon Technique: Rain of Pear Blossoms.

It mimics the effect of the top-tier mechanical hidden weapon, the Rain of Pear Blossoms Needle, and uses internal energy to amplify the body, unleashing a large number of projectile hidden weapons in a very short time. It can be used for group attacks or against individual enemies.

In Douluo Continent, soul power is the same as internal force, and in terms of amplification effect, soul power is superior to internal force.

Darts, willow-leaf knives, steel nails, dragon whisker needles, and other Tang Clan hidden weapons pierced the bodies of numerous evil soul masters, stirring up plumes of blood mist.

Even if a Soul Master uses Soul Power to envelop their entire body, their defense is not strong without the support of Soul Skills. Moreover, the Evil Soul Master, who is already intellectually deficient, never even thought about defense, which led to Tang San's hidden weapons achieving extremely outstanding results in the end.

Most of the evil spirit masters who were attacked were rendered unable to fight, and a few unlucky ones were even killed. As for those who were severely injured but not yet dead, they did not have a good outcome either.

There are basically no healing-type soul masters among evil soul masters. Even if they capture a healing-type soul master, without healing soul skills, the healing effect of healing soul power alone is limited, and what awaits them is also the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

The moment he turned and stood still, Tang San did not hesitate for a moment, taking two or three steps to step onto the wall and climb onto the roof.

Tang San's thinking was clear: he didn't need to fight to the death with these people; he just needed to escape.

Glancing at the surging crowd, Tang San's heart sank, but he didn't hesitate at all. He found a relatively sparsely populated area and began to break through.

Thick blue silver grass grew from the eaves, the ground, and the corners of the walls, both hindering and hunting down the black-robed men. The grass did not stop moving at all, constantly throwing hidden weapons to clear the path ahead.

"This kid has a lot of killing intent! Every move is aimed at vital points." The high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult, or rather the Evil Spirit Cult, in the sky couldn't help but marvel. Among them, the one with hatred gave a sharp comment on Tang San's behavior.

"Such abundant vitality. This kid's martial soul is extraordinary; it shouldn't be ordinary Blue Silver Grass." Zhongli Sha licked his lips. He liked soul masters with strong vitality the most.

"I'll make my move later. He's quick-witted, has a clear mind, and should be quite intelligent. I'll have a good assessment of him." The Brain Eater's eerie green pupils were fixed on Tang San, who was rapidly disappearing into the distance, as it spoke with a hint of anticipation.

"Who is he?" Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuyun on the other side frowned slightly as they watched Tang San disappear into the distance.

They had never seen the blue-haired youth before, but the blue silver grass and the black iron hammer that appeared were quite a coincidence.

"That's Tang San, but his martial soul might have awakened a second time." Tang Shan confirmed the two women's guess while sizing up the blue-haired youth. The other party was really good at running. Should he stop him before he ran away? A cold glint flashed in Tang Shan's eyes.

call!

A jet-black dagger pierced through the air. Tang San, who was leaping between rooms, slightly contracted his pupils and forcibly twisted his body in mid-air.

Unfortunately, his control over his body wasn't very strong, and coupled with the previous bursts of soul power and physical exhaustion, all these negative factors combined to cause Tang San's body to stagnate for a brief moment.

Tear!

His clothes were torn, and a wound about half a foot long and half an inch deep appeared on Tang San's waist, with blood spurting out like raindrops.

He concentrated his soul power and quickly tapped several acupoints with his fingers, barely stopping the wound, but the soul master chasing from behind closed the distance again.

Fortunately, the breakout was about to succeed. Looking at the increasingly sparse black-robed figures ahead, Tang San's lips curled into a cold smile: I will definitely survive. I still need to find my Xiao Wu. You attackers have already met your demise. Await my future reckoning.

As if by divine intervention, a riot broke out among the pursuing evil spirit masters, with several residents of the Killing City breaking into the main force and launching indiscriminate attacks.

All I can say is that the inner city of the Killing City is like this: there are no rules, and everyone does whatever they want. The fact that the evil spirit master team's pursuit wasn't thwarted earlier was simply because the battle was happening too fast. Now that they've realized what's happening, many of the crazy residents who were just wandering around have joined in this "great carnival."

"Behold my Jade Hand!" Tang San roared, his smooth, jade-like hand, stained with blood, lashed out with a fierce wind. The man in black robes had no time to react before Tang San swiftly and decisively shattered his throat.

His body fell limply from the roof, landing on the ground with a dull thud. Before Tang San lay an empty space; freedom and the path to survival were within reach.

Tang San smiled, the appearance of hope restored his nearly exhausted strength, and a surge of energy was forcibly squeezed out from the depths of his body.

He rolled onto the street, ignoring the pain coursing through his body, and staggered through the alleys without stopping.

call!

After winding and turning for an unknown amount of time, Tang San collapsed in an alley and let out a long sigh.

One by one, the Blue Silver Grasses grew naturally, extending their senses and alerting them to any disturbance. Tang San, whose soul power was nearly exhausted, felt a wave of dizziness and bit his tongue hard to keep himself quite clear-headed.

He should be able to catch his breath for a while, but once his soul power recovered somewhat, he would continue his escape and had to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible. As Tang San pondered this, he began to consider the reason for the attack.

Although it was also a siege, the sieges outside the Hell Slaughter Arena or the usual sieges were completely different from what Tang San encountered this time.

The former is a self-organized group. Even if someone takes the lead, they are all from the inner city, and none of them are more noble than the others. As long as Tang San reveals his strength and uses swift and decisive methods, there is no need to worry about being surrounded and killed. If more people die, the crowd will naturally retreat for the sake of their own lives.

The latter encountered evil spirit masters, whose methods were not only bizarre, but also, under the transformation of the Soul Devourer, they had no fear whatsoever.

As the saying goes, the ruthless are afraid of the stubborn, and the stubborn are afraid of the reckless. Faced with the siege of evil spirit masters who were not afraid of death and had special martial soul abilities, Tang San's ability to escape was already a great feat.

clap clap clap!

A crisp clapping sound rang out. Before Tang San could figure out why he was being surrounded, he felt a terrifying pressure envelop him. From beginning to end, his Blue Silver Grass did not give any response.

Under intense pressure, Tang San slowly raised his head. A thin man in black robes descended from the sky, his eerie green eyes looking at Tang San with admiration: "It was just a precaution, but I didn't expect you to actually escape from the many traps set up by our Holy Spirit Cult. Very good, I'm even more eager to see your brains."

"Title Douluo... Title Douluo!" Tang San exhausted all his strength just by uttering these five words. Looking at the thin man floating in the air, a sense of despair rose in his heart for the first time.

"A Title Douluo?" The man pondered for a moment, his smile growing even brighter. "You've done a good job of flattering me. I really am only one spirit ring away from becoming a Title Douluo."

Click!

The gaunt man's body suddenly transformed into a phantom, appearing in front of Tang San the next moment. He kicked out with his right leg, and Tang San's calf twisted instantly. A series of crisp sounds rang out as white bone fragments pierced through the flesh.

"Why can you geniuses break through the City of Slaughter, while we are trapped in this eternal prison? Why do you have the chance to escape, and yet you have to use us as stepping stones!"

Her tone was hysterical, her eyes were bloodshot and crazed, and her hands gripped Tang San's shoulders tightly, as if she were about to tear him apart.

Aside from letting out a muffled groan when his leg was broken at the beginning, Tang San remained silent, letting the brain-eating monster vent its emotions while he calmly thought and frantically searched for a way to survive.

"Well, it's all for the best. You, this genius, are going to fall here today. Even if you face retaliation or die later, I will have no regrets." He let out a long breath, placed his brain-eating hand on Tang San's head, and slowly lifted his head. "Let me see what the difference is between a genius's brain and an ordinary person's."

Tang San, who had fallen to the ground, narrowed his eyes. He saw hope, saw a chance to live, but before he could resist, he heard two more sharp cracks, and his shoulders were dislocated by the Brain Eater. "I almost forgot, it's best not to use your hands for those little gadgets you throw."

Tang San's eyes were indifferent. The internal struggle within him had come to a conclusion. When his head was raised to a certain angle, he moved!

Suddenly, the cervical spine and even the entire spine exerted force, and the head briefly broke free from the brain-eating grip, thrusting upwards without hesitation.

As mentioned before, Tang San fell to the ground, while the Brain Eater stood right in front of him. This position exposed the Brain Eater's fatal weakness to Tang San.

It wasn't that Shi Nao was careless; the main issue was that in the Douluo Continent, where people primarily exchange soul skills, few would think about protecting this place, let alone when the opponent had a disabled leg and dislocated hands.

Tang San felt as if his head had hit something soft and flimsy, and then a scream suddenly rang out in the dim alley.

Without hesitation or the slightest doubt, Tang San spared no effort for Xiao Wu.

He opened his mouth and bit down. The fishy liquid flowed into his mouth, and he instinctively felt nauseous. But in this life-or-death moment, there was no time to stop. While delivering a "fatal blow" to the brain-eating creature, Tang San used the momentum and reaction force from his sudden rise to barely return his right hand to its original position. The pitch-black iron hammer instantly materialized and smashed down fiercely towards the brain-eating creature's head.

The brain-eater collapsed to the ground and rolled around frantically, its body being rammed and bitten. Only those who have experienced it can understand that kind of pain.

Tears streamed down his face as his black robe fell away, revealing a withered face. He was completely drained of strength, and even when he saw the pitch-black Haotian Hammer, he couldn't concentrate.

P.S.: Today I was learning to write by listening to audiobooks, so it's only 4000 words. Sorry!

Chapter 500: The Asura Descends!

He tried to raise his hand to defend himself, but the pain in his lower body was like a vortex, swallowing up all his strength.

Pfft!

The Clear Sky Hammer crashed down, shattering Tang San's skull. Red and white matter scattered all over the ground. Tang San leaned back against the wall, panting heavily.

However, after resting for only half a minute, he staggered to his feet and hopped slowly away on one leg.

The arrival of the brain-eating creature had caused quite a commotion, and Tang San didn't want to be stuck in the alley again.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Tang San hopped on one leg while spitting out saliva, trying to get rid of all the filth in his mouth, but the disgusting taste remained and lingered for a long time.

"What a waste." Tang Shan sighed softly, looking at the Holy Spirit Cult leaders who were standing still and had no intention of going after the brain-eating monster. In the end, he decided to take matters into his own hands and send Tang San on his final journey.

He shouldn't have had such high hopes for the Holy Spirit Cult. The initial arrangements were quite reasonable, but in the end, he let the Brain Eater act on its own. More trouble than it's worth.

"Ah!" His blood and qi surged, and his strength rushed through his muscles. Just before Tang Shan was about to make his move, a long sigh echoed in his ears.

Tang Shan's movements came to an abrupt halt. Under his solemn gaze, a blood-red glow condensed before him, eventually transforming into a pair of blood-red eyes filled with helplessness.

"Who are you?" Although Tang Shan had a rough idea of ​​the identity of the person in front of him, he still had to remain cautious because the information came from different sources.

"I am the Asura God, the enforcer of the divine realm. This is our first meeting." The voice was neither kind nor cold, nor did it carry the arrogance of a deity; it was as if the speaker was communicating with an equal.

An invisible divine sense spread out, slightly interfering with the consciousness of the two women behind Tang Shan, causing them to selectively ignore Tang Shan's situation.

"Greetings, Senior Shura." Tang Shan glanced behind him and, seeing that Zhu Zhuyun and Qian Renxue were simply ignoring everything that was happening here, straightened up and bowed slightly.

"It seems she has told you everything she knows." Shura God's meaningful words made Tang Shan raise an eyebrow: Sure enough, he knew of Gu Yue's existence, and might even have secretly concealed it to some extent.

"Since you know my identity, I won't beat around the bush. Tang San was originally the successor I planned to cultivate, someone I brought from another plane. However, I now feel that he is not a suitable successor to the godhood, but since I once had my eye on him, how about I let him off the hook?"

Asura God's intentions were not unexpected to Tang Shan. After a slight hesitation, he asked bluntly, "Senior, have you concealed her existence? And how long do you intend to protect Tang San?"

The Asura God blinked his blood-red eyes, a deeper meaning creeping into his gaze as he looked at Tang Shan. "It seems you know quite a bit." However, the Asura God didn't delve into it further. Which being with the potential to become a god didn't have some secrets?

He pondered for a brief moment and quickly gave his answer, "I did help her hide it. After all, the rights and wrongs of that year are hard to explain, and she is ultimately a part of the Dragon God's rationality and wisdom. As for how long I will protect Tang San, this is the last time. From now on, his life and death are none of my concern."

“In that case, I will let him go for now. I will not attack him before we leave the City of Slaughter,” Tang Shan said earnestly.

"Good." The God of Asura was very happy. This protection of Tang San was also the complete end of his karma with Tang San. Even if Tang San encountered any misfortune later, he could say that he had a clear conscience.

"As expected of someone chosen by Destruction, you act with method." The Asura God praised, and not being stingy, a beam of blood-red light shot from his eyes and surged into Tang Shan's body. "This is the Asura Mark. With this mark, you can use your soul skills normally in the City of Slaughter, just like the God of Slaughter who obtained the God of Slaughter Domain. I won't give you the God of Slaughter Domain after you pass the Hell Road, so as not to affect your pursuit of godhood. Tang Shan, Destruction and I have high hopes for you and look forward to the day you ascend to the God Realm."

The sound gradually became faint, the blood-red pupils slowly closed, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Respectfully seeing off Senior Shura." Tang Shan bowed for a few seconds before standing up, his eyes filled with a sense of relief.

"Ahem, there was a slight mishap. I was planning to use the Sea God as bait, having him hold the line. So even if I ignored Tang San, Poseidon would probably still be watching him. But don't worry, you have the potential to be a God-King, and the Sea God is just a first-level deity. He can't attack you; at most, he can only provide Tang San with invincible protection. You can rest assured." The Asura God's somewhat embarrassed voice rang out, causing Tang Shan's lips to twitch involuntarily: Sure enough, Tang San and the Sea God are a perfect match. Will the future Douluo Continent only have the Sea God Tang San and no Sea God Poseidon?

The Asura God completely withdrew his divine sense from the City of Slaughter, while Tang Shan watched Tang San stagger away, suppressing the killing intent in his heart.