Douluo Continent: Invincible Physical Body, I Became a God with a Mortal Form

Inside the Seventh Dormitory, a chilling killing intent erupted from Tang San's body without reservation, and a terrifying ferocity surged deep within his azure eyes.

Xiao Wu, whom he regarded as his own sister, was injured.

He once swore that anyone who dared to harm Xiao Wu in the slightest would pay a hundredfold or a thousandfold price.

"Wang Shuo".

Tang San murmured the name, his tone devoid of emotion yet concealing a murderous intent.

"I will kill you."

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and rushed out of Dormitory 7, his figure as swift as a ghost, heading towards the back mountain of the academy.

He could vaguely sense that the aura of Wang Shuo's soul power was quietly lingering in the back mountain.

"Brother Sheng, will they be alright?" The boys in the dormitory started to fuss over them.

Wang Sheng then realized he had said the wrong thing and slapped himself in remorse.

"No, I need to go see Director Su!"

Wang Sheng hurriedly rushed out of the dormitory and ran towards the college's academic affairs office.

As dusk deepened, the secluded back mountain took on a more somber air.

Wang Shuo stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the forest clearing, his soul power contained, yet he exuded a sharp aura.

He felt the increasingly cold aura behind him, and a faint, indifferent smile appeared on his lips.

"Tang San, you've finally arrived!"

Whoohoo!

The wind in the forest suddenly became violent, and Wang Shuo sensed the overwhelming killing intent rushing towards him from the direction of the Seventh Dormitory.

At this moment, there was no fear in his eyes, but rather a fierce fighting spirit ignited within them.

This is the moment he's been waiting for, this is the moment he's been waiting for Tang San.

Today, he will personally repay all the humiliation he suffered, and crush Tang San's hypocrisy and arrogance with a fair and square victory.

In a short while, Tang San's figure landed on the open ground like a ghost. His azure eyes were devoid of warmth, filled only with endless killing intent, as he locked onto Wang Shuo.

He didn't utter a single unnecessary word; his rage to protect his sister had already overwhelmed his reason, and in his mind, Wang Shuo was already a dead man.

"You dare hurt Xiao Wu? You're asking for death!"

With a loud shout, Tang San took the initiative, raising his right hand and unleashing his pale blue Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

Countless tough vines sprouted wildly from the ground, with sharp barbs, coiling around Wang Shuo's limbs like venomous snakes.

A faint trace of toxin lingered among the grass blades, attempting to invade Wang Shuo's body.

He unleashed his level 16 soul power without reservation; as a control-type soul master, his first move was a killing blow.

Wang Shuo's eyes flashed, but he neither flinched nor dodged. His dark cyan soul power suddenly surged, and violent energy filled his entire body, making his powerful physique as strong as if it had been cast from refined iron.

The blue silver grass entwined itself tightly, its barbs stabbing fiercely at his skin, but only making a soft tinkling sound. It didn't even leave a white mark, let alone penetrate his flesh.

The toxins wrapped around it were completely blocked by the powerful soul force, having no effect whatsoever.

"Your Blue Silver Grass is still so vulnerable."

Wang Shuo sneered coldly, and with a slight exertion of his arm, the blue silver grass wrapped around his body instantly broke apart, turning into countless fragments of leaves that scattered across the sky.

"What?!"

Tang San's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was filled with shock.

He could clearly sense the genuine aura of a first-ring Soul Master emanating from Wang Shuo, as well as his extraordinary physique, which was completely different from before.

"You've broken through to the Soul Master level?"

Tang San's voice was filled with disbelief and shock, but he did not back down in the slightest; on the contrary, his killing intent intensified.

Since his soul skills were ineffective, he resorted to his most relied-upon trump card: hidden weapons.

Whoosh whoosh!

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, Tang San sent several bone-piercing needles hurtling through the air, silently shooting towards Wang Shuo's vital points at incredible speed.

However, Wang Shuo was prepared. He stomped his foot and activated his first soul skill, Shadow Strike, instantly turning into a blurry afterimage and easily dodging all the hidden weapons.

Immediately afterwards, he changed his footwork again, unleashing the Eight Extremes Heavenly One Style: Explosive Foot, his speed increasing once more, and in the blink of an eye, he had already closed in on Tang San.

Tang San's heart tightened, and he quickly retreated. At the same time, he waved his hands repeatedly, and more hidden weapons shot out like a storm, but they all missed in the face of Wang Shuo's extreme speed.

The two instantly became entangled in combat, the shockwaves from their clashing soul energies sweeping around them, causing the trees to rustle and rustle. The back mountain under the twilight completely became their battlefield.

"Tang San, today I will avenge that fatal blow!"

Wang Shuo's eyes were icy cold, and his fighting spirit reached its peak. He no longer held back and suddenly unleashed the Eight Extremes Heaven Second Form: Sword Flash.

With his right hand forming a sword finger gesture, all his soul power converged, transforming into a sharp and unparalleled azure sword light.

Swish!

The sword flashed, moving at extreme speed, and slashed straight at Tang San's face. The air around the sword emitted a piercing explosion.

Tang San's expression changed drastically, and he dared not hold back in the slightest. He knew that this was a matter of life and death.

He suddenly took several steps back and pulled out a short crossbow from his waist, which was entirely black and had intricate patterns.

This is Zhuge's Divine Crossbow!

Wang Shuo's eyes showed fear. The Zhuge Divine Crossbow had extremely strong destructive power, enough to threaten Soul Masters at the Soul Venerable or even Soul Sect level.

He was completely unable to withstand this attack, but the sword light had already been unleashed, and Wang Shuo had no choice but to take the hit head-on.

"Go to hell!"

Tang San pulled the trigger, and dozens of crossbow bolts, each carrying a deadly glint, rained down on Wang Shuo, blocking all his escape routes.

Wang Shuo's eyes narrowed, and he pushed his soul power to the limit, unleashing both Swift Shadow and Explosive Foot at the same time, frantically dodging between crossbow bolts.

Even so, several crossbow bolts still grazed his body, their powerful penetrating force piercing through him.

"Eight Extremes Heaven Second Form, Sword Flash".

Wang Shuo did not stop. Taking advantage of the momentum of his dodge, the cyan sword light continued to blast towards Tang San with unstoppable force.

Tang San hastily used his Blue Silver Grass to defend himself, but the fragile vines were instantly shattered, and the sword flashed and slammed solidly into his chest.

Click!

A crisp sound of bones cracking rang out. Tang San was struck as if by a heavy blow, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the tree trunk.

puff!

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his chest caved in, and at least three ribs were broken on the spot.

At this moment, he struggled to get up, but his whole body was in excruciating pain, and he could no longer muster any soul power. The killing intent in his eyes was replaced by a deep sense of defeat and unwillingness.

The matter has come to this point, and the outcome is already decided.

At this moment, Wang Shuo stood still, his chest heaving violently, his body riddled with painful, bloody holes.

His clothes were already soaked in blood. The Zhuge Divine Crossbow had inflicted very serious injuries on him. If he hadn't dodged quickly enough, he probably would have died by now.

Wang slowly raised his head, looking at Tang San who was lying on the ground, his indifference unchanged.

He won this battle.

All the humiliation he suffered at Notting College was finally repaid in full at this moment.

"You've lost, Tang San!"

Wang Shuo supported his slightly trembling legs, the pain from his wounds making him grit his teeth. The bloody hole left by the Zhuge Divine Crossbow was still seeping blood, looking extremely terrifying.

At this moment, he looked down at Tang San, who was lying on the ground, with a mocking and disdainful smile on his lips, and an unprecedented sense of pleasure on his face.

Tang San's chest was dented and twisted, several ribs were broken, and every breath he took was accompanied by excruciating pain.

Blood kept spilling from his mouth, and his once azure eyes were now bloodshot, filled with overwhelming anger, resentment, and humiliation.

He stared intently at Wang Shuo, wanting to raise his hand to activate his martial spirit, but his severe injuries prevented him from moving again.