Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Chapter 312 Howl!

On the competition stage, Jili, his body trembling violently, swayed from side to side as if he were drunk. Finally, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, its whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the scales on its body peeled off one by one. It made a "whimpering" sound, but it couldn't utter a single word.

Golden rays of light began to emanate from his body.

Gradually, these golden rays condensed into strands.

Golden rays of light scattered in all directions.

The fishy smell on his body gradually faded, replaced by a fresh scent that came from being exposed to the sun.

"Bang--"

Jili's body seemed to be suddenly torn apart by an invisible hand, bursting open from the inside out and turning into countless tiny fragments.

What's chilling is that these fragments weren't bloody messes, but rather emitted an eerie gray-black light, like embers after being burned by a raging fire.

The fragments danced and spun in the air, finally dissipating in the golden light as if they had never existed.

The entire audience was stunned into complete silence; you could hear a pin drop. Shock and disbelief were written on every face as they stared dumbfounded at everything unfolding on the stage, as if time had stood still.

This sudden turn of events was so shocking that it left them breathless and unable to think straight.

"What kind of soul skill is this?" someone muttered to themselves, their voice filled with fear and confusion.

"To be able to instantly kill a Soul Emperor-level expert, that's terrifying!"

"Yes, the power is simply unheard of and unseen!"

The audience was abuzz with discussion, but no one could offer an answer, for they had never seen such a bizarre and powerful soul skill before.

The battle was full of suspense from the very beginning. Jili's unpredictable abilities, especially his tongue that could extend infinitely, and his own strong resistance, made Yuan Gungun's battle extremely difficult.

However, just when everyone thought Yuan Gungun was about to be defeated, the battle situation took a dramatic turn.

Jili, this powerful evil spirit master, vanished into thin air in an instant, leaving no trace.

In the rest area, Zhang Peng, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect team and the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, suddenly stood up, his face terribly gloomy. He stared sharply at Yuan Gun Gun on the competition stage, his lips moving slightly, as if he were saying something.

Upon seeing this, Tang Ya, the captain of the Holy Spirit Sect team, immediately turned to Zhang Peng and nodded slightly to indicate that she understood.

Yuan Gungun stood on the competition stage, oblivious to everything around him. He was still focused on absorbing the soul power from the milk bottle, preparing for the upcoming battle, as if the earth-shattering scene just now had nothing to do with him.

On the Holy Spirit Sect's side, at Tang Ya's signal, a tall and slender team member stepped onto the competition stage.

The man was over two meters tall, but he was skin and bones, as thin as a bamboo pole. He wore a large black robe, but it still couldn't hide his frail body. From a distance, he looked like a walking clothes rack.

His movements were stiff and slow as he walked step by step to the center of the competition platform. With each step, his knees seemed to rust, making a "creaking" sound.

"Both sides are clear," the referee announced.

"Snow Demon Sect, Yuan Gungun," Yuan Gungun said lazily.

"Holy Spirit Sect, Wang Xiaolei." Wang Xiaolei's voice was hoarse and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Upon seeing Wang Xiaolei step onto the stage, a strange light flashed in Han Yu's eyes in the Shrek Academy's rest area. He turned his head slightly and whispered a few words to Yuan Gungun beside him.

Yuan Gungun slightly lifted his eyelids, his gaze shifting from the bottle opening. His dark eyes seemed to hold an endless abyss, deep and mysterious. He slowly put down the bottle, his movements as natural as flowing water, without the slightest hesitation.

"Both sides step back and prepare for the match."

The voice of the Unbreakable Douluo resonated like a great bell on the competition stage, drawing everyone's attention.

Yuan Gungun walked steadily towards the other side of the competition stage.

His steps were not fast, but they were full of power. Every step seemed to tread on everyone's hearts, making people hold their breath, afraid of disturbing him.

At the same time, Wang Xiaolei of the Holy Spirit Sect also began to move.

His movements were stiff and slow, like those of an elderly man, each step appearing incredibly heavy.

His face was pale, devoid of any color, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and his whole being exuded a gloomy aura, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

The noise in the stands gradually subsided, and everyone watched the two players on the stage, waiting for the match to begin.

The outcome of one match doesn't tell the whole story. Although Yuan Gungun displayed amazing strength in the last match, his match experience is still too limited.

Many people are wondering how far this genius boy from the Snow Demon Sect can go in this semi-final.

Before the match began, almost no one was optimistic about the Snow Demon Sect.

In most people's minds, evil spirit masters are synonymous with evil, terror, and bloodshed; they are rats that everyone hates.

They couldn't understand why the Snow Demon Sect was able to appear in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Battle Tournament and advance all the way to the semi-finals.

In their eyes, the Snow Demon Sect was just a small sect.

Moreover, there is an insurmountable gap between evil spirit masters and ordinary spirit masters. Under the condition of equal cultivation, ordinary spirit masters simply cannot defeat evil spirit masters.

However, the appearance of Yuan Gungun completely overturned their understanding.

With a clean and decisive victory, he proved to everyone that evil spirit masters are not invincible.

Of course, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Jili of the Holy Spirit Sect had underestimated his opponent in the previous match and was killed by Yuan Gungun before he could even use his strongest soul skill.

However, this cannot overshadow Yuan Gungun's strength. The fact that the Snow Demon Sect was able to defeat their opponents in both the individual elimination rounds and the team competitions is enough to prove their power.

At this moment, the soul-guided shield on the arena has risen again. The Unbreakable Douluo stands in the center of the arena, gazing intently at Yuan Gungun, who has already walked to the edge of the arena.

This young man from the Snow Demon Sect always wore a faint smile, appearing calm and composed, yet his inner thoughts remained unfathomable.

As a referee, Bu Po Douluo had officiated countless matches and witnessed countless genius soul masters, but he had never encountered someone as mysterious and unpredictable as Yuan Gun Gun before.

Unbeknownst to many, the once mysterious and unpredictable Holy Spirit Sect no longer seemed to be the sole focus. The Snow Demon Sect, which he had officiated in many matches, had also become shrouded in mystery, making them difficult to understand.

These members of the Snow Demon Sect were hiding their abilities so well.

In the last match, when they faced those strong teams from other teams, they didn't even go all out.

Only now did Yuan Gun Gun reveal his powerful fifth soul skill.

Although Zheng Zhan is a level nine Soul Master, his abilities in martial soul are far inferior to those of a true Title Douluo. However, at that level of cultivation, his insight is naturally much higher than that of ordinary people.

Why were Yuan Gungun's four palm strikes so terrifyingly destructive, and why did they come from the inside out?

That was definitely not just his own strength, but also the strength of Geely itself.

In other words, his previous attack even affected the soul power within Gilly's body, ultimately leading to that self-destruction.

This can no longer be simply described as a soul skill.

The combat skills of a true Soul Master are actually at such a level!

"The match begins." Although his mind was racing, it didn't affect Zheng Zhan's officiating of the match.

As referee Zheng Zhan announced the start of the match, Yuan Gun rolled forward, his robust body like a cheetah poised to pounce, charging towards his opponent Wang Xiaolei.

This time, he was faster and more imposing than before, because he had only one goal in mind: to force Wang Xiaolei, who was good at ranged attacks, into close combat.

The cold rain's reminder still echoed in his ears, and Yuan Gungun's every step was full of power, as if he wanted to crush the hard steel plate ground.

He swung his arms slightly, adjusting the rhythm of his sprint, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, locked on his opponent's figure.

He knew this was a contest of speed and strength, and he had to seize the initiative to gain the upper hand.

On the other side of the field, Wang Xiaolei remained standing still. His thin figure appeared even more frail next to Yuan Gungun, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

Facing Yuan Gungun's fierce charge, Wang Xiaolei remained calm. He slowly raised his right hand, his slender index finger pointing in Yuan Gungun's direction. At the same time, six spirit rings rose from beneath his feet—two yellow, two purple, and two black—emitting a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation.

As the first spirit ring shone, a skeletal hand emerged from Wang Xiaolei's sleeve, pointing directly at Yuan Gungun.

The next moment, a chilling scene unfolded. The hard steel plate ground seemed to turn into a swamp, and countless white bone claws burst out of the ground. They brandished sharp bone blades and grabbed at Yuan Gungun. Two of them were extremely fast and accurately grabbed Yuan Gungun's feet as he exerted force.

In addition, the bone claws were all reaching for his legs.

Despite it being daytime, the sky seemed to be covered by a huge gray curtain, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Suddenly, countless pale, bony claws emerged from under Wang Xiaolei's cloak, like demonic claws from the abyss, grabbing everyone's attention, and screams of terror erupted from the audience.

The bone claws were as white as jade, gleaming with a chilling light, and the sharp bone spikes shimmered with a cold glint, as if they could tear the air apart at any moment.

The five finger bones danced like serpents, stirring up gusts of eerie wind that sent chills down one's spine.

At the same time, the five spirit rings on Wang Xiaolei's body also began to flash. The second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth spirit rings flashed alternately, red, black, black, black, black. The five different colored rings pulsed as if they had a life of their own, emitting an eerie light.

The light flickered, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, as if it were breathing, or perhaps gathering some terrifying power, making it impossible to fathom. Each spirit ring seemed to contain immense energy, and every flash captivated everyone's attention.

What kind of soul skill is Wang Xiaolei going to use?

No one knew, but everyone could sense that a powerful force was brewing and about to erupt.

Just then, Yuan Gungun felt a sudden tightness in his feet, and a tremendous force came through, causing his forward-moving body to come to an abrupt halt.

It turned out that Wang Xiaolei's bone claws had silently grabbed his feet, and the powerful force made him unable to move.

Due to inertia, Yuan Gungun's upper body suddenly leaned forward, and he was about to fall to the ground.

However, Yuan Gungun reacted extremely quickly. He braced himself with his hands on the ground and his body sprang backward like a spring, instantly neutralizing his forward momentum.

At the same time, dazzling lightning erupted from his feet, like a raging thunder dragon, instantly blasting the bone claws binding him into fragments.

This is Yuan Gungun's second soul skill - Thunderous Might.

Yuan Gungun's control over his own soul power has reached a level of perfection. He can compress powerful lightning power into his feet and unleash astonishing destructive force.

In the previous battle, he used this thunderous move to completely suppress Gilly's tongue.

This time, he concentrated all his strength on his feet, and with a few crisp cracking sounds, Wang Xiaolei's bone claws were instantly blasted into dust.

The fifth soul skill that Yuan Gungun used earlier was Han Yu helping him hunt down a soul beast called the Light Titan.

Yuan Gungun's martial soul is fat, making him suitable for all strength-type soul beasts.

The Light Titan is a rare soul beast, but it is perfectly suited for Yuan Gun Gun.

It not only gave Yuan Gungun great strength but also great defensive capabilities.

Combined with the power of light, it forms a powerful ability to ward off evil.

It has a considerable restraining effect on all evil spirit masters.

This explains why the mysterious imperial advisor experienced such a dramatic emotional fluctuation when he saw Yuan Gungun destroy Jili.

However, by the time Yuan Gun Gun made that delay, his opponent had already completed his soul skill.

Wang Xiaolei made a pressing motion towards Yuan Gungun, and a strange icy blue fluctuation suddenly appeared on his bone claw.

Suddenly, a pale white halo appeared beneath Yuan Gungun's feet.

Yuan Gungun felt a strong, chilling aura instantly invade him, and the next moment the surroundings turned white.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Xiaolei uttered a low shout, "Second Soul Skill, Evil Frost!"

A chilling aura instantly erupted from him. Unlike the extreme ice of Han Yu, this chill was not pure. Instead, it seemed to be accompanied by the wails of countless vengeful spirits, making people shudder.

The freezing ability that Wang Xiaolei used did not originate from pure ice attributes, but was formed from the evil energy extracted from the source of vengeful spirits.

That extreme cold came from concentrated evil and resentment, chilling and eerie, as if it could freeze one's soul.

He knew that to use this soul skill, he had to constantly replenish the vengeful spirits, and each vengeful spirit represented a lost life.

(End of this chapter)