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

A strong wind swept past the hem of her clothes. The kick, which was clearly full of power, missed by just an inch. But that inch felt like an insurmountable chasm. No matter how much force she exerted, she could only touch the corner of her clothes.

The moment his kick missed, his center of gravity went out of balance, and his rhythm was thrown into disarray. Zhang San felt his blood surging and his body stiffening so much that he couldn't move.

But Tangshan didn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

Seeing his opponent's move miss and reveal an opening, Tang Shan flipped his wrist, and his fist, accompanied by a whistling wind, rose from below, aiming straight for Zhang San's jaw. Before the fist even arrived, the sharp energy had already swept across the opponent's cheek.

boom!

Zhang San reacted quickly, instinctively crossing his hands and bracing himself downwards to barely block the powerful attack. However, the immense force transmitted from the fist still made his arms go numb, and he was sent flying backwards and upwards uncontrollably, completely losing his footing in the air.

Before mastering the ability to fly, most attacks and defenses are launched from the ground. Once they leave the ground, in a sense, they lose the foundation of their offense and defense and can only passively endure subsequent attacks.

In a flash, Tang Shan knew he wouldn't let such a golden opportunity slip by. The moment his legs pushed off the ground, several fine cracks appeared in the earth, and he pounced on Zhang San, who was suspended in mid-air, with a fierce momentum, like a tiger suddenly leaping up.

He transformed his fists into claws, his index fingers taut like sharp blades, the tips gleaming coldly. One finger aimed straight for his throat, while the other moved with lightning speed toward his chest. The two attacks were seamlessly connected, sealing off all of Zhang San's evasive angles.

Zhang San stared at the deadly threat before him, his eyes widening and his pupils shrinking. He forced his body to twist with his powerful core strength, shifting it half an inch in mid-air to barely dodge the claws aimed at his throat. However, he was powerless to evade the attack aimed at his chest.

Rip! Bang!

The crisp sound of tearing fabric and the muffled thud of flesh hitting flesh rang out simultaneously. Zhang San's clothes were torn to shreds by a claw, and five bloody welts immediately appeared on his chest. Blood seeped out instantly, and he shuddered in pain, his body falling to the ground even faster.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest, Zhang San rolled several times on the ground after landing. His movements were clumsy yet nimble, and he barely managed to evade Tang Shan's pursuit and regain his balance.

"Tangshan's moves are quite fierce."

"Yes, and their ruthless fighting style makes it clear they didn't just crawl out of a pile of corpses; every attack is aimed at vital points."

"This shows that he has no grudges and has definitely seen a lot of blood."

The soldiers' conversation did not affect the two sides fighting in the arena.

Barely escaping Tangshan's relentless attacks, Zhang San pounded his chest, let out a furious roar filled with rage, his soul power surged wildly, his muscles swelled even more, and then he charged towards Tangshan once more.

"This soul skill isn't very good. It makes you lose your senses during battle and go into a berserk state, only able to fight recklessly. Although it significantly increases your combat power, the effect is only so-so."

Despite his verbal commentary, Tang Shan also discovered the flaw in this soul skill. As long as he was agile enough, he could easily outmaneuver a soul master who had activated a berserk soul skill.

Although he discovered the flaw, Tang Shan had no intention of exploiting it. Having finally encountered a Soul Master with the Strength attribute, how could he not squeeze every last drop of value out of him?

He stomped his foot suddenly, causing the ground to tremble slightly, then exhaled and shouted, "Ha!"

His blood and qi instantly boiled, and a surge of power flowed through his limbs and bones to his heart. His muscles bulged, his veins stood out, and every inch of his muscles exuded a powerful explosive force.

Bang bang bang!

The bare-knuckles of the punches, without any fancy moves, echoed with the dull thuds of fists colliding, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly. There were no techniques involved, only the purest collision of physical strength.

clap clap clap!

The shirt could not withstand the surging power of Tang Shan's muscles. The fabric tore and tore until it was completely ripped, revealing his strong upper body. The contraction and relaxation of his muscles exuded a strong masculine aura. A vigorous sense of power surged in his young body, and every movement carried a powerful sense of oppression.

A hint of unease flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes, but he forced himself to calm down.

Bang bang bang!

The two fought while rapidly changing positions, their figures weaving and crisscrossing across the arena. The sound of their fists colliding was as dense as drumbeats. In the blink of an eye, dozens of rounds had passed. The surrounding soldiers were dazzled by the spectacle and dared not even breathe.

Exhilarating! Exhilarating! Tang Shan had never fought so intensely. His blood and qi surged and surged, continuously providing his body with abundant energy. Every collision made his blood boil.

Tang Shan became more and more excited as the fight went on, his momentum growing stronger and stronger. His punching speed and power were constantly increasing. Before he knew it, Zhang San was at a complete disadvantage and could only passively block. His body gradually accumulated many wounds, and his breathing became heavy.

boom!

Tang Shan seized an opening, swiftly grabbing Zhang San's arm and gripping it tightly with his fingertips. Feeling the trajectory of Zhang San's strength, he suddenly pulled, the immense force sending Zhang San flying into the air and crashing heavily to the ground with a loud thud, raising a cloud of dust.

Then, he flashed to Zhang San's side, tossed his still-unsteady opponent high into the air, gathered his strength, and slammed his shoulder with tremendous force, sending his opponent flying again. The opponent crashed heavily to the edge of the field with a dull thud.

His body crashed to the ground, and several soldiers rushed over to check on Zhang San's condition.

"Don't worry, I didn't hit him hard. He just passed out."

Tang Shan put his hands behind his back, exhaled a long breath, and his blood and qi gradually calmed down. His muscles also slowly relaxed, and an aura of continuous victory emanated from him, causing the soldiers surrounding him to look at him with awe.

"This person is indeed powerful. Even Zhang San, who is probably the strongest in the first ring, is no match for him and was easily defeated by him."

"It wasn't easy either. Don't forget, he used to finish the fight within ten rounds. This time, Zhang San fought him to a standstill."

"That's right. Don't be fooled by his victory this time. The captains of the Second Ring will teach him a lesson he won't forget."

At this moment, a weak voice broke into the conversation.

"Has Tang Shan not used his soul skill yet?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback at first, and then suddenly realized that, in fact, they had only just realized that Tang Shan's fight seemed to be going back and forth, but they had just discovered that his opponent did not seem to have used any soul skills.

The soldiers fell into a brief silence.

Hong Zhen, standing on the high platform, had obviously noticed this as well. Looking at the spirited "young man" in the arena, he couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. Was he going to lose this time?

“Your Highness, this Tang Shan is truly extraordinary. Even I cannot discern any trace of his use of soul skills. I wonder what the specific effects of his soul skills are, given how inconspicuous they are.”

Still somewhat unwilling, Hong Zhen tentatively asked Xue Qinghe beside him.

Sensing the probing tone in the other person's words, Xue Qinghe thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth.

“General Hong, Tang Shan didn’t use any soul skills. I’ve seen the specific effects of his soul skills, but they’re never this silent. You’ll see for yourself in a bit.”

Hearing Xue Qinghe's somewhat sarcastic words, Hong Zhen gritted his teeth and gave a few instructions to his subordinates via telepathy. He refused to believe that Tang Shan could maintain his peak condition in a constant battle of attrition.

Xue Qinghe heard the Serpent Spear Douluo's voice transmission. She glanced at Hong Zhen and a smile appeared on her lips. With Tang Shan's current strength, as long as his soul power was sufficient, he could not be defeated by a war of attrition.

A brief silence fell over the venue, and no one else went up on stage.

Tang Shan paced around the field with his hands behind his back. Seeing that no one was willing to fight, he couldn't help but deliberately shake his head.

"So this is it? No wonder they're called the Fortress Army. That's just a fancy name. They should actually be called the Cowardly Army. Didn't they say there was a second-ring Soul Master who wanted to challenge them? Where are they?"

"You little brat, you've become arrogant now that you're in power. Your grandpa will teach you a lesson."

A somewhat deep voice rang out, and a fat man, five feet tall with a waist the same size as his height, squeezed out from the crowd. He had a fat face, a greasy body, and a pair of very distinctive small eyes.

Tang Shan looked at the fat man in front of him with curiosity. The man was almost two heads shorter than him after he activated his martial soul. Looking down at him, it was as if a father was looking at his son.

The fat man tugged at his clothes, which were stretched to the limit, and let out a cold snort.

"You little brat, remember this: your grandpa's name is Gang Lie, and you..."

Tang Shan couldn't help but frown. The other person's words were extremely vulgar, and later they even started to verbally make inappropriate references to his family tree.

If that's the case, then you must be the unlucky Soul Master who established your authority.

Tang Shan's brows gradually relaxed, but a cold light shone in his eyes.

Gang Lie felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by something terrifying, but the feeling was fleeting. He thought it was just his imagination and continued to make his own point, trying to distract Tang Shan.

"General Hong, this man has a really foul mouth."

Xue Qinghe, standing on the high platform, couldn't help but frown as he listened to the lewd words of the person below, his eyes revealing obvious disgust.

Hong Zhen was a little embarrassed, but still explained, "This man is called Gang Lie. He does have some flaws in his personality, and his words can be quite harsh. He wasn't like this before. Several years ago, he got into a conflict with a group of people and was taught a lesson. After that, his mouth started to become venomous."

However, this person does have his merits. After that incident several years ago, he always took the lead in every mission, facing life and death multiple times, which led to his current cultivation level. Otherwise, with his innate level one soul power, he couldn't have reached the second ring at such a young age.

"bring it on."

After Tang Shan saw that his opponent had finally finished spewing nonsense, he spoke calmly.

Gang Lie let out another cold snort, and then his martial spirit possessed him.

His martial soul was a bristling boar, possessing a certain defensive capability. Two soul rings, one white and one yellow, emerged from beneath his feet, undulating slowly along his body. His bristles stood out from his exposed skin, each hair as hard as a needle. Two long and sharp tusks grew from his mouth, gleaming with a cold, menacing light. His nose also rapidly swelled, transforming into a pig's snout, with several black hairs protruding from it, making him look even more ferocious.

"Kid, take this!"

With a fierce roar, Gang Lie shouted, "First Soul Skill: Charge!"

A yellowish-brown light instantly enveloped his massive body, a thick halo emanating from its surface. His defense and impact power surged dramatically. Then, with a fierce shrug, he lowered his head and lowered his body, his fangs pointing directly at Tangshan. He then exerted force with his feet, his entire body like an out-of-control heavy tank, hurtling towards Tangshan with a howling wind. The ground thudded as he stomped on it.

Tang Shan's lips twitched slightly. Why did he have to shout it out when activating his soul skill? Didn't he feel embarrassed?

While his mind was filled with nonsensical thoughts, Tang Shan's reaction in reality was anything but slow. He instinctively dodged to the side, his movements as agile as a rabbit, trying to evade his opponent's attack.

疑！

As Tangshan moved, the direction of the rapidly approaching, fierce attack also changed slightly, but it still crashed into him without any deviation.

Does it have a built-in locking function?

Tang Shan quickly made a judgment. At this speed, it would be impossible for an ordinary Soul Master to change direction. In his eyes, Gang Lie was obviously an ordinary Soul Master. So the reason why the opponent was able to change the direction of impact was obvious. It was an effect inherent in the Soul Skill itself.

Since it can be locked, let me see where the limit of this locking is.

A strange smile appeared on Tang Shan's face, and a playful glint flashed in his eyes. His movements were no longer just simple dodges, but began to move rapidly.

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Chapter 75 The Shock Brought by the Millennium Soul Ring, and the Severely Injured Gang Lie

As Tangshan moved, Ganglie, enveloped in a yellow light, followed closely behind, never creating any distance between them.

Tang Shan dodged behind Gang Lie, but Gang Lie, who was enveloped by the soul skill, reacted extremely quickly and immediately turned around and charged towards him.

This time, Tang Shan didn't plan to go around it from the side. He just stood there and watched as the yellow ball of light hurtled towards him with a strong wind.

A pungent, fishy smell mixed with the howling wind rushed towards him. Just as the ball of light was about to hit him, Tang Shan suddenly leaped up at the last second.

He used the momentum of the falling weight to drop rapidly in mid-air, his hands outstretched, reaching for the two thick, long fangs sticking out of Ganglie's mouth.

However, the barrier formed by the yellow light blocked his movements. Tang Shan sighed helplessly and used the force of his fall to kick Gang Lie hard in the back, using the recoil to create distance.

At this moment, Gang Lie finally realized that he had been completely fooled by Tang Shan. He was instantly enraged, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he was clearly furious to the extreme.

"You little bastard, you're messing with me, aren't you! You xxxxx!"

A string of vulgar and offensive language came again, and Tang Shan's playful smile gradually faded, his expression darkened, and he regained his composure.

I was originally planning to waste some more time with you, but since you're being so sharp-tongued, don't blame me for being ruthless.

Gang Lie had no idea that he had completely enraged Tang Shan. He was breathing heavily through his nostrils, and his second spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Earth Spike Technique!"

His roar echoed across the training ground.

"General Hong, your subordinate is quite interesting. He even shouts it out before releasing his soul skill, as if he's afraid others won't know what skill he's going to use, right?"

When Xue Qinghe's teasing voice reached Hong Zhen's ears, his face instantly darkened.