Douluo: Dream Overlord

"Did you take money to fix the match?"

Hearing his teammates' doubts, the heavily injured spearman was consumed by rage, which aggravated his already severe injuries, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"I'll smash your dam!" Spearman roared, turning around. "I'm really injured! I underestimated this kid! This time I've really been caught off guard!"

Time remains ambivalent, because what the other party said was not wrong.

He did indeed take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness, using the momentum he had just generated with his spear to severely injure them.

If the opponent doesn't underestimate them, their battle will never end so quickly.

"That feeling was really amazing; I think I entered a special state."

Shi Guang secretly pondered to himself, "It seems like I have a natural affinity for staffs. In just one week of training, I can learn the martial arts that others have to spend years honing."

During the week-long intensive training, the stick fighting instructors were amazed by Shi Guang's rapid progress.

Even weapons related to sticks, such as spears, halberds, and lances, were used by him with ease.

Furthermore, they can briefly enter a state of "artistic conception" as described by the training instructors while fully focused.

In this state, he becomes one with his weapon, not only perfectly mobilizing the soul power within his body, but also unleashing astonishing power through the intent.

The only regret is that he seems to only be able to use weapons like sticks; he doesn't have the same sense of freedom with other weapons as he does with sticks.

The instructor told him that everyone has different views on martial arts and weapons, and the strength they exert is also completely different.

What you barely learn today, someone else may easily learn tomorrow, and even put into practice and unleash amazing power.

In the words of the training instructor, whether one can learn it, how powerful it is, and how effective it is all depend on each person's talent and comprehension.

According to my understanding of time, this feeling can be called "insight".

Whether one has good or bad talent determines the lower limit of their starting point.

The level of intelligence or dullness in one's understanding determines the upper limit of one's future potential.

Shi Guang is someone who is not only talented, but also has an understanding of staff-type weapons.

"Tch, can you even fight?" Hard Shield said irritably. "If you can't fight, then get off the stage! Careless people don't deserve to fight on this stage!"

"you!"

The spearman glared at him, furious.

Although he was aware of this fat guy's character, the fact that he had a teammate who would rub salt into his wounds at a crucial moment still left him disheartened.

"Can you still fight?" Shi Guang also spoke up, "It seems you don't have the ability to arouse my interest, and you can't please me in battle."

Do you still have the ability to continue fighting? If not, you can continue your journey.

"Can I still fight? Do you think I can still fight?!"

He gritted his teeth, the penetrating wound in his shoulder was severely affecting his physical condition, and the circulation of his soul power was also affected.

The arm on his shoulder was still his dominant hand, but now he couldn't even lift a spear to fight with it, and his fighting ability was now mostly gone.

"Looks like I have no choice but to surrender! I really hate myself for being so careless, which has left me helpless!"

Spear glared hatefully at the hard shield that was constantly entangled and pressed against the spirit sword. He vowed that once he got back, he would part ways with this hateful fatso!

A friend in need is a friend indeed! Teammates who only kick you when you're down are better off without!

"Wait! What did you just say?!" Suddenly, Spear looked sharply at Time and asked incredulously.

"How can someone so young be hard of hearing?"

Time scratched his head helplessly and said, "Can you still fight? If you can't, then let's go."

"What does 'on the road' mean?" Spear seemed to realize something, his face turned pale, and he asked in a trembling voice.

"It means exactly what it says," Time shrugged. "It means today is your last day. After today, you won't see the sun rise tomorrow."

"No! You can't kill me!"

Upon hearing this, Spear's mentality instantly collapsed. He was full of ambition and had been on a winning streak in the arena. How could he easily die in such a trivial match?

He stumbled and ran toward the edge of the arena, not even bothering to pick up the fallen spirit spear.

As he ran, blood gushed from his wounds and sprayed into the air.

"I abstain! I abstain! I..."

As he ran, Spear raised his other intact arm and roared desperately, but before he could finish speaking, he was pierced through the abdomen by the spear thrown by Time.

He was carried away by the immense force attached to the spear and landed straight on the wall at the boundary line.

With a bang, the spear was pinned to the wall in mid-air by the lance.

Blood flowed continuously from his mouth. He looked up at Shi Guang once, then lowered his head, his body swaying slightly in the air.

Blood droplets fell continuously to the ground as the ship shook. The spear spirit on the ground dissipated into soul power upon its master's death, returning to the embrace of Douluo Continent.

"You look really ugly right now."

Time shakes its head.

It doesn't matter whether the other party has killed countless people or committed heinous crimes.

There was only one reason for his death: he deserted his post.

Time doesn't care whether others are unscrupulous, have ulterior motives, or resort to underhanded tactics, because in a battle, winning is the only goal.

But time cannot tolerate such behavior as running away; it would be disrespectful to time.

He could tolerate villains, hypocrites, madmen, and schemers, but he could not accept cowardly losers or traitors who sold out their masters for personal gain.

Whether it's a friend, a relative, or a lover, if time discovers this, it will personally kill whoever it is.

Such despicable acts will inevitably end in bloodshed!

As time etched the marks of spears and halberds onto the wall, the audience in the stands erupted into a full-blown riot.

Cheers, curses, and gasps filled the stadium, the sound almost deafening and echoing through the sky!

Clearly, the death and bloodshed depicted by spears ignited the audience's bloodlust.

On the stage, the host stared wide-eyed, his voice trembling with excitement: "My God! My God! The Contradictory Brothers' offensive spear has been killed by the Dream God!"

This renowned duo in the arena seems to have come to an end with the death of Spearman.

Only Hard Shield is still alive! Now he's facing a 1v2 situation!

With its sturdy shield spirit and unwavering defensive attitude, will Hard Shield be able to make it back to the rest area alive?

Let's wait and see! GG will be back soon!

Next, I'll insert a message from GG of Tiandou Pharmaceutical Company...

Amidst the unanimous boos and disdainful glances from the audience, the host calmly completed the important task assigned to him by the Soul Arena.