Douluo: The Martial Soul Asura Armor, a Good Spirit Turning Evil

Ma Xiaotao's gaze was fixed on Duanmu Yan.

She didn't speak, or rather, she was speechless.

A low growl escaped his throat, like the roar of a wild beast.

The second spirit ring lit up, and its figure transformed into a crimson afterimage, rushing towards him.

Duanmu Yan did not retreat.

His third spirit ring lit up, and the Asura Demon Dagger condensed in his right hand.

The dark purple curved blade gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the firelight.

He sidestepped Ma Xiaotao's charge, his Asura Demon Dagger held horizontally beside him, ready to strike at the point where she was about to exert her power.

But Ma Xiaotao is much faster than Wu Ming.

She abruptly changed direction in mid-air, and crimson flames condensed into a giant phoenix claw, slamming down towards Duanmu Yan's head.

boom--

The lake surface exploded, and water droplets and steam mixed together, obscuring the entire area.

Before the steam had dissipated, the phoenix claws had already arrived.

Duanmu Yan did not make a forced joint.

The Asura Demon Dagger flipped in his palm, its dark purple blade tracing an arc before precisely slicing into the base of the Phoenix Claw's fingers.

The level-six detection soul tool I made a couple of days ago, the Eye of Asura, came in handy at this moment.

He could sense that it was the weakest point where the flames were gathering.

"laugh--"

The crimson flames were cleaved open with a single stroke, releasing an evil aura.

The phoenix claw split in two, grazing Duanmu Yan's body from both sides and slamming into the lake, creating two water columns several meters high.

Ma Xiaotao's offensive continued.

Her third spirit ring lit up, and the flames on her body instantly turned from crimson to dark red. The temperature actually dropped, but the concentration of that evil energy increased several times over.

She opened her mouth, and a dark red line of fire shot out from deep in her throat, heading straight for Duanmu Yan's face.

Duanmu Yan did not dodge.

The Shura Armor's teleportation ability has cooled down.

His figure vanished from the spot and reappeared a meter behind Ma Xiaotao in the next instant.

Ma Xiaotao reacted extremely quickly, turning around and delivering an elbow strike that, imbued with dark red evil fire, aimed directly at Duanmu Yan's chest.

Duanmu Yan raised his hand and grabbed her elbow directly.

The palm of the Asura Armor clashed with the evil fire, producing a sizzling sound.

The dark purple light on the surface of the armor flickered violently, but the hand remained completely still.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ma Xiaotao's eyes.

Duanmu Yan didn't give her time to react.

With his left hand, he forcefully pressed her down.

Ma Xiaotao was thrown to the ground, the stone slab shattered, and a shallow dent appeared on her back.

Duanmu Yan pressed his knee against her chest, and the Asura Demon Dagger in his right hand was already pressed against the side of her neck.

The blade was less than half an inch from the skin.

"Evil Soul Masters." Duanmu Yan's voice came from behind the mask, as cold as ice. "They all deserve to die!"

He pressed his wrist down.

"stop!"

A loud shout exploded from afar.

At the same time, a sharp gust of wind struck Duanmu Yan directly in the back.

The strong wind wasn't an attack, but rather it was forcing him to defend.

Duanmu Yan frowned, turned his body to the side, and moved the Asura Demon Dagger away from Ma Xiaotao's neck, using his backhand to block the strong wind.

"when--"

The sound of metal clashing echoed along the lake.

Yan Shaozhe landed three meters away, his face ashen. Several inner court instructors followed behind him, all panting heavily, clearly having chased after Ma Xiaotao all the way here.

"Duanmu Yan!" Yan Shaozhe's voice was low and carried an undeniable authority. "Put down the knife."

Duanmu Yan did not move.

He glanced down at Ma Xiaotao on the ground.

Her eyes were still red, and she was making muffled roars, but he was pressing her down with his knee and she couldn't break free.

"She's out of control," Duanmu Yan said calmly. "In this state, she's no different from an evil spirit master."

"I can control her." Yan Shaozhe took a step forward. "Hand her over to me."

Duanmu Yan looked up at Yan Shaozhe.

"If she can suppress it the first time, can she suppress it the second time? If the root of the evil fire in her body isn't removed, it will eventually get completely out of control. When that happens, it won't just be her who dies."

Yan Shaozhe's lips twitched.

He knew Duanmu Yan was right; he understood Ma Xiaotao's problem better than anyone else.

But he had no choice.

Ma Xiaotao is his disciple!

It's the Shrek Seven Devils!

He is the inheritor of Shrek's eternal glory!

"She is an inner disciple of Shrek Academy." Yan Shaozhe's voice turned serious. "Shrek's people are to be dealt with by Shrek Academy itself."

"Dispose of?" Duanmu Yan repeated the word, a slight, mocking smile curving his lips. "Dean Yan, as the dean, I respect you."

"But I want to ask you, are you really capable of dealing with Ma Xiaotao's 'evil fire'?"

The scene froze.

Yan Shaozhe's face darkened.

"Duanmu Yan, I'll say it one more time, release them."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Soul power fluctuations emanated from him, and the pressure of a ninth-tier titled Douluo pressed down like a mountain.

Duanmu Yan remained motionless.

The Asura Armor covered his entire body, and its dark purple light shone even brighter under the oppressive aura.

He glanced down at Ma Xiaotao.

Her struggles grew more and more intense, and the evil fire kept overflowing from her body, even burning the stone slabs until they cracked.

"I won't let go."

Two words: clean and efficient.

Yan Shaozhe's eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot. He took a deep breath and took a step forward.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Duanmu Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

The speed of a Title Douluo is so fast that even the Eye of Asura can only catch a fleeting afterimage.

Instead of retreating, he suddenly lifted Ma Xiaotao off the ground and shoved her towards Yan Shaozhe.

This surprised everyone.

Yan Shaozhe had no choice but to change his tactics. He paused in mid-air and reached out to catch Ma Xiaotao, who was flying towards him.

The evil fire instantly coiled around his arm, but the soul power of the Title Douluo protected him, leaving him unharmed.

At that very moment, Duanmu Yan moved.

The Shura Armor activated its teleportation ability, and his figure vanished from his original spot, reappearing beside Yan Shaozhe in the next instant.

The purple light on the Asura Demon Dagger surged, heading straight for Yan Shaozhe's arm.

It wasn't an attack, but rather forcing him to let go.

Yan Shaozhe snorted coldly, holding Ma Xiaotao in one arm and slapping out with the other.

"boom--"

The palm strike collided with the blade, sending Duanmu Yan flying. He tumbled twice in the air before landing.

A shallow dent appeared on the breastplate of the Shura Armor, its dark purple light flickering intermittently.

But soon, a bright green light appeared, and the shallow dent repaired itself without anyone noticing.

Level 62 versus Level 95.

The gap is too big.

But Duanmu Yan stood firm.

He licked the blood that had seeped from the corner of his mouth and looked up at Yan Shaozhe.

The latter was holding Ma Xiaotao, his face ashen, with a cut on his arm from the Asura Demon Dagger, blood dripping from his fingertips.

"I told you, she's an evil spirit master." Duanmu Yan's voice remained calm. "You either hand her over to me, or you beat me to death right here today."

"Otherwise, she will die by my hand sooner or later."

Yan Shaozhe's chest heaved violently.

He looked at Duanmu Yan, then at Ma Xiaotao who was still struggling in his arms, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Duanmu Yan, you've gone mad," he said in a low voice. "For a disciple who hasn't completely lost control, you're going to make an enemy of the entire Shrek Academy?"

"For the sake of a wicked spirit master who's bound to lose control sooner or later," Duanmu Yan corrected him, "how long are you going to protect her?"

The inner court instructors on the sidelines looked at each other, none of them daring to speak.

A breeze blew across the lake, carrying the smell of burning.

Yan Shaozhe remained silent for a long time.

"Take her back," he finally spoke, his voice weary. "Put her under strict guard and lock her in solitary confinement. No one is to let her out without my permission."

He looked at Duanmu Yan.

"As for you—go back and calm down first."

Duanmu Yan remained silent.

He retracted his Asura Armor, bent down to pick up the grilled fish from the ground, and turned to leave.

He took a few steps, then stopped again.

"Dean Yan."

Yan Shaozhe turned around.

"Next time she loses control, I'll take action directly." Duanmu Yan didn't turn around. "You can kill me now, or you can stop me later."

"But I won't stop."

His figure disappeared into the willow shade by the lake.