Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spirit Ball, Come Out, Haki Dance!

Chapter 131 Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, Finals (2)

What puzzled her even more was that the young man's demeanor always seemed strangely familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't quite place where.

"Next match: Royal Fighting Team vs. Divine Wind Academy!"

The referee's voice rang out, interrupting Huo Wu's thoughts.

On the arena, Zhu Zhuqing, dressed in a black outfit, had a slender figure. Four soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and purple—rose around her, and her soul power fluctuations had reached the level of a level 42 Soul Master!

After absorbing the immortal herbs secretly sent by Ye Xuan, her strength increased by leaps and bounds, and she was no longer the little soul master who could only rely on others.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were sharp as knives as she stared intently at Feng Xiaotian.

She wanted to win, not only for the Royal Fighting Team, but also to prove to Ye Xuan that she, Zhu Zhuqing, was no ordinary person and that she was qualified to stand by his side!

"The match begins!"

Feng Xiaotian launched the first attack, activating his third soul skill, sending countless wind blades towards Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing flashed, her speed reaching its limit, dodging all attacks like a ghost, and instantly rushed in front of Feng Xiaotian.

"Netherworld Shadow Clone!" Zhu Zhuqing's figure split into several, launching an attack on Feng Xiaotian simultaneously.

Feng Xiaotian was shocked and hurriedly released his soul skill to defend himself. However, Zhu Zhuqing's attacks were too swift, and her clones coordinated perfectly, each strike carrying sharp soul power, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Fourth Soul Skill: Netherworld Shadow Slash!

With a delicate shout, Zhu Zhuqing merged her several clones into one, conjuring a black slash in her hand, which she fiercely slashed at Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian's face turned pale as he desperately unleashed his fourth soul skill to defend. With a loud "boom," the two soul skills collided, and Feng Xiaotian was forced back several steps, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Already severely injured, he suffered another heavy blow, making it impossible for him to use his self-created soul skill.

Zhu Zhuqing pressed her advantage, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying.

"Shinka Academy, we surrender!" Feng Xiaotian's team members shouted immediately.

Zhu Zhuqing stood on the arena, panting heavily.

She looked up at the VIP seats, her gaze landing precisely on Ye Xuan, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Ye Xuan nodded slightly, giving her an approving look.

Zhu Zhuqing was overjoyed, and a long-lost smile appeared on her face.

After the match, Meng Yiran walked alone in the stadium tunnel, her mind filled with the image of Xuan Ye "dying in battle," and tears streamed down her face.

She was walking aimlessly when she suddenly saw a man and a woman cuddling intimately in the distance. The man's back was tall and familiar, just like Xuan Ye, who had "died" to protect her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and Meng Yiran instinctively chased after him, calling out in a trembling voice.

"Brother Xuan Ye?"

The couple stopped and slowly turned around.

It was Ye Xuan and Hu Liena.

Ye Xuan was dressed in a moon-white robe and had a handsome face, but he did not resemble Xuan Ye.

Hu Liena took his arm and looked at Meng Yiran with curiosity.

When Meng Yiran saw his face clearly, the hope in her eyes vanished instantly, and an embarrassed expression appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else." She apologized repeatedly and turned to leave.

"Stop!" A cold voice rang out, and Tang San quickly caught up, blocking Ye Xuan and Meng Yiran.

Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Is Tang San furious?

He hugged Hu Liena tightly and said in a calm tone.

"My friend, you can't just say things like that. I was just taking a walk with my girlfriend, and I didn't bother anyone."

Hu Liena chimed in sweetly, "That's right, little brother, what does it have to do with us if your girlfriend has mistaken you for someone else? Don't be unreasonable here."

Tang San's anger intensified as he looked at Ye Xuan and Hu Liena's intimate relationship and then at Meng Yiran's distraught state.

"It's you, Ye Xuan! You took my Xiao Wu away, and now you're going to take my Yi Ran away too?!"

Upon hearing Tang San's words, Ye Xuan almost laughed out of anger.

"Hey, are you out of your mind? Xiao Wu is my servant. She's been with me for ten years. You didn't even know her back then. How dare you say I stole her from you?"

"Just because you're the son of Tang Hao, the disgrace of the Haotian Sect? That's not surprising. After all, your Haotian Sect is used to being arrogant and domineering. It's not surprising that your good-for-nothing father could raise you into such a beast."

Ye Xuan's words can be described as repeatedly lashing out at Tang San's corpse.

He didn't keep quiet, which caused those in Wuhun City who didn't know Tang San's identity to stick their heads out to see what the son of the useless Tang Hao looked like.

Tang San clenched his fists, the soul power of the Clear Sky Hammer surging within him, his inner rage overwhelming him.

Ye Xuan's lips curled into a playful smile.

"Ahem, so after all this time, a good-for-nothing like you actually has a girlfriend. I wonder if she'll be really angry if she finds out you've always liked my little maid?"

His gaze swept over Meng Yiran, carrying a hint of barely perceptible provocation.

Upon hearing this, the sadness in Meng Yiran's eyes gradually turned into numbness.

Tang San was so provoked by Ye Xuan's words that he trembled all over and was about to lash out, but Meng Yiran stopped him.

"Mistress, stop talking, let's go." Her voice was filled with exhaustion and despair.

Tang San felt a pang of heartache when he saw Meng Yiran's haggard appearance. In the end, he suppressed his anger, glared fiercely at Ye Xuan, and turned to leave with Meng Yiran.

Ye Xuan watched his departing figure, the smile on his lips growing colder and colder.

Hu Liena nestled in his arms and whispered, "Junior brother, do you know how Master intends to deal with him?"

"I don't know, but I believe the teacher will handle it well," Ye Xuan said calmly.

In a corner not far away, Huo Wu watched Ye Xuan's back, her brows furrowing even more.

That man's eyes, that tone of voice, were so familiar.

Where had she seen her before? She couldn't remember, but a strong sense of unease inexplicably rose in her heart.

The next day.

It was evening.

The central arena of Wuhun City.

The final battle of the semi-finals has reached a fever pitch.

The figures of Blue Tyrant Academy and Royal Fighting Team clashed and flew across the arena, the light and flames of their colliding soul power exploding, making everyone's face flicker between light and shadow.

"Drink!" Dai Mubai roared, unleashing the full power of his White Tiger Martial Soul. His fourth Soul Skill, "White Tiger Demon God Transformation," caused his muscles to bulge instantly.

However, Yu Tianheng from the Royal Fighting Team knocked him off balance with a "Thunder Dragon Claw".

He staggered back two steps, his chest heaving violently, his face full of resentment.

Ever since losing to Davis, he has been determined to prove himself, but his efforts seem particularly futile when facing the rapidly improving Royal Fighting Team.

"Mu Bai, hold on!" Tang San's voice was calm and firm. Blue Silver Grass shot out like a serpent, entangling Oslo, who was launching a surprise attack from the Royal Fighting Team.

His Haotian Hammer hovered beside him, its black body gleaming with a chilling luster, yet a hint of solemnity lingered between his brows.