Douluo Continent: Infinite Clone, Starting with Taunting Gangzi

"It's a pity that even though His Majesty the Tyrant is a Title Douluo, it would probably be difficult for him to obtain six soul bones that are over ten thousand years old. He has wasted Ran Bai's talent. If he had stayed by my side to learn back then, alas..." As he spoke, Gangzi put on an air of being nothing special as a Title Douluo.

Tang San's lips twitched slightly. He wanted to tell Gangzi that "Ran Bai ate a magic herb," ​​but after thinking about it, he decided to keep quiet.

"Alright, Xiao San and Hong Jun, you two are contestants. Currently, only contestants can enter the arena. The Spirit Hall has divided Soul Masters aged 9 to 20 into 12 arenas. You can choose to challenge your peers, or you can choose to go to the arenas for higher age groups and issue a challenge!"

"Yes, I understand, teacher." Tang San nodded and led Ma Hongjun into the 9-year-old's arena.

Twelve arenas surround the Papal Palace in the center of Wuhun City. Several titled Douluo-level powerhouses stand atop the Papal Palace, able to clearly see the battle situation on each arena.

The arena uses a points system, but Bai Ranmo didn't even look at the specifics of the system. He only knew that if he fought someone younger and weaker than himself, he would get fewer points, and vice versa.

In this competition of geniuses, as long as you don't kill them, you can fight however you want.

Even if seriously injured, it's the same, because for this competition, the Spirit Hall specially invited Ye Renxin, the owner of the Nine Heart Begonia, an 87th-level healing-type Soul Douluo, and the Divine Doctor, and also invited Su Liuchuan, a 94th-level Nine Treasures Douluo, to provide auxiliary treatment, so there is no need to worry about the safety of life.

The points system implemented in this genius competition gave Bai Ranmo a feeling of impending doom.

It's a pity that killing the extinct migratory creatures makes it difficult to obtain a lot of emotional points, otherwise Bai Ranmo would really like to suggest a competition in the form of a desperate migratory journey.

As the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Bai Ranmo, holding a megaphone, stood atop Pope Mountain. Before Pope Erbi Dong could even speak, he loudly proclaimed:

"I am Bai Ranmo, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. I've looked at the list of people who want to challenge me, and it seems like everyone wants to test my skills!"

Bai Ranmo put on a troubled look and yawned: "You...are you even worthy? Dealing with bugs like you is really troublesome!"

Everyone who handed Bai Ranmo the challenge letter: "..."

I can't stand even a little bit!

The wildly fluctuating emotional values ​​revealed the unease among everyone present.

"Your Highness, the Holy Son!" The Hall of Worship even sent Golden Crocodile Douluo as a juror this time. Looking at Bai Ranmo's arrogant appearance, he helplessly gave a reminder.

Even though you're very strong, so strong that even Qian Renxue can't break through the limitless barrier, don't look down on everyone!

Bai Ranmo seemed to realize what had happened, and patted his white fur in annoyance: "Sorry, sorry, I misspoke..."

Just as the audience was about to say something sarcastic, Bai Ranmo revealed his mocking expression again: "I'm not targeting anyone in particular, I'm saying that everyone here, including those who are 20 years old, you so-called 'geniuses' are all trash!"

It exploded! The entire Wuhun City exploded!

"I want to fight him one-on-one!"

"Damn it, so what if you're the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall? I reached the Great Soul Master level at the age of 12. How dare a 9-year-old child spout such nonsense?"

"He's just a naughty child, why should we get angry with him?"

"Brother, you are absolutely right, but you should not go and challenge the Holy Son yet."

"That won't work."

"..."

Even Tang San was a little annoyed. He couldn't beat Hei Ranbai because Hei Ranbai had eaten a divine food. No matter how strong your Spirit Hall Holy Son is, he's only a few levels higher than me at most. With my hidden weapons, I might be able to take you down!

"So many more ants want to challenge me?" Bai Ranmo scratched his head in frustration. "I have a younger brother, who is nine years old this year, named Sun Chuantao. If you can't even beat him, then don't even think about challenging me!"

After leaving these troublesome matters to his dear younger brother, Bai Ranmo simply tossed aside his teleportation device and teleported away.

Everyone went to find Sun Chuantao.

Actually, Sun Chuantao was already standing on stage number 1 without anyone even having to look for him, but no one dared to challenge him.

This was because he had two spirit rings around his feet, one yellow and one purple.

"My name is Sun Chuantao, my martial soul is the Ring Greatsword, I am 9 years old, and I am a level 28 power attack type battle soul master! Is there anyone who would like to give me some pointers?"

The audience fell silent.

Ma Hongjun stared blankly at the other person's second spirit ring, which was a thousand years old: "Third Brother, didn't Master say that the limit of the second spirit ring is around 700 years? Why is that guy's second spirit ring a thousand years old?"

Tang San was also extremely shocked at this moment. His pupils turned into a strange purple as he stared intently at Sun Chuantao on the stage, considering whether he should go up.

He could naturally close the gap of 7 levels with his Xuan Tian Gong and hidden weapons, but intelligence during the battle was also very important, so he wanted others to go up first to test the opponent's strength.

Chapter 68 Sun Chuantao VS Huo Wu [Bonus Chapter for Donations]

Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, Yu Yuanzhen, Sword Douluo, Su Liuchuan, Manjusaka, Bai Cangyue...

There is also Bai Ranmo's titled Douluo clone, Feng Wanli, whose martial soul is the Divine Wind Tiger. He is Feng Xiaotian's master and his title is Divine Wind.

A group of titled Douluos stood on Pope Mountain. They had invited Shen Er, but Shen Er had gone to the casino in Wuhun City to gamble and didn't come at all.

Bibi Dong felt ignored and glared at Bai Ranmo with great displeasure, but there was nothing she could do.

This brat has practically become Qian Daoliu's most prized possession. If you touch a single hair on his head, Qian Daoliu will come over in a rage and beat him up again.

After being severely disfigured in the last beating, it took her two months to use her soul power to restore her face. She didn't want to be beaten again.

After Bai Ranmo finished speaking, Bibi Dong's face darkened, and she didn't even bother to give a speech at the opening ceremony.

But as the saying goes, if you don't do it, there are plenty of others who will!

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood up: "I am the Second Elder of the Spirit Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo. This is the first Genius Soul Master Competition in the Douluo Continent! You are all the chosen ones of this era, and I believe you can win your own glory..."

At this point, Golden Crocodile Douluo paused for a moment before waving his hand magnanimously: "No need for further words. The top ten on the continent this time can choose any soul bone under 5 years old from the Spirit Hall's treasury!"

One sentence was enough to excite everyone.

Although they already knew the news, hearing the Second Elder of the Spirit Hall say it in person still made countless people breathe heavily.

The self-important chosen ones were eager to try their luck, vowing to bring back a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone.

"But everyone, please remember that the top 10 in this competition is not just based on points. If you are very strong but failed to accumulate points due to unforeseen circumstances, you can appeal to the Spirit Hall. The Spirit Hall will comprehensively evaluate your past arena performance and spirit power level, and give you a chance to challenge for the top 10!"

"That's all I have to say. My fellow prodigies of the Soul Master world, use all your strength..." Golden Crocodile Douluo paused, thinking of Bai Ranmo, his granddaughter, Qian Renxue, Zhao Yunxiao, and his disciple, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Do your best to catch up with the bottom five! The glory of the top five will surely remain in the Spirit Hall!"

Madness!

The younger Soul Masters were buzzing with discussion, but the older ones dared not speak, and even glared at their juniors.

Only the older Soul Masters of these great families knew just how terrifying this Second Elder was—a level 98 Super Douluo who possessed a top-tier Beast Soul surpassing even the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus!

Bai Ranmo's words were arrogant, but when Golden Crocodile Douluo said those words, it was out of confidence!

"I hereby declare!" Golden Crocodile Douluo solemnly announced, "The first Soul Master Genius Tournament of Douluo Continent shall now begin!"

"Oh oh oh oh!"

……

Arena number 1.

"All the geniuses on the entire continent are such cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong!" Sun Chuantao shook his head with a disappointed look. "I really feel that the resources your family has invested in you are not worth it."

Immediately, some people couldn't sit still. At nine years old, they were in the transitional period between childhood and adolescence. A simple word could easily provoke some people to disagree.

Because of Bai Ranmo, many people came to Arena No. 1, where 9-year-olds gathered. A woman with short, fiery red hair jumped onto the stage.

"Huo Wu, Martial Soul Huo Ying, Level 32 Control-type Battle Soul Master. You are younger than me, so according to the rules, I should suppress my soul power. I was only Level 18 when I was 9 years old." As she spoke, Huo Wu voluntarily suppressed her cultivation.

Behind her, a phantom figure that looked remarkably similar to Huo Wu appeared.

Flames enveloped her entire body, and three spirit rings appeared beneath her feet: two yellow and one purple. However, the second and third spirit rings were very dim in color.

"I didn't expect that not all the forces outside of the Spirit Hall are cowards!" Sun Chuantao chuckled.

The cardinal in charge of the proceedings coughed and asked the two, "Are you two ready for battle?"

"Yes." Huo Wu replied solemnly.

"Hmph." Sun Chuantao's tone was casual, as if he didn't take the person in front of him seriously at all. He learned this from Bai Ranmo.

"You have one minute to summon your Martial Soul and warm up! I will not give you any prompts after one minute. The countdown begins!" The Cardinal nodded slightly and said loudly. Then, seven Soul Rings appeared under his feet, and a pair of wings grew from his back as he flew in mid-air to observe.

There were also three Soul Emperors nearby, who could stop the contestant at any time if their life was in danger.

One minute has passed.

The two figures moved at the same time.

"First Soul Skill, Flying Fire Meteor!"

Several blazing fireballs appeared around Huo Wu and attacked Sun Chuantao.

Sun Chuantao did not use his soul skill, but instead swung his giant circular blade at will. The fireballs that attacked him were easily dispersed as if a hot blade had touched butter.

"How is this possible?" Huo Wu was surprised, but as proud as she was, she was naturally not afraid.

The level difference is too great. Since the soul skill is useless, she will try to suppress him with close combat. After all, she is 5 years older than Sun Chuantao and believes that she is definitely superior in physical skills.

Huo Wu was unaware that Sun Chuantao, as a disciple of the Golden Crocodile Douluo, usually underwent grueling physical training.

Although Golden Crocodile Douluo never taught about weapon spirits, he's still seen them run even if he hasn't eaten pork, right? For weapon spirits, especially heavy weapon spirits like the Ring Giant Blade, which is similar to the Clear Sky Hammer, body tempering is an essential part of cultivation.

If we only consider physical skills, even Soul Master would probably get beaten up if he were to face Sun Chuantao.

Huo Wu used her first soul skill again, attempting to block Sun Chuantao's vision.

"It's no use." Sun Chuantao yawned.

He even threw out his own giant circular blade, letting it draw an arc in mid-air to shatter the fireballs flying towards him.

"Arrogant!" Huo Wu clenched her fist and slammed it toward Sun Chuantao's face.