Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

The golden vortex trembled violently, finally succumbing to the terrifying pressure and shattering with a deafening roar. However, the jade-like, crystalline blade light was also pulverized into dust the instant the golden vortex shattered, vanishing without a trace.

In this exchange, the two sides were evenly matched, each gaining the upper hand. Long Aotian took another half step back to steady himself, while Tang Ya let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, and her face paled slightly.

What appeared to be a simple clash actually contained terrifying power, far more dangerous than using soul skills. Both sides were probing each other's strength, each strike delivered with full force, and the slightest carelessness could lead to defeat.

The golden light shattered once more, and Tang Ya's face turned deathly pale, but her eyes grew even more resolute, showing no sign of backing down. She pulled her right hand back to her chest, took a deep breath, and thrust it out again with a sudden burst of energy.

As she moved, the golden light and shadow coalesced once more. This time, the light and shadow clasped its hands together in front of its chest, as if gathering even greater power. A chilling and sharp aura instantly spread out, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Long Aotian's expression instantly turned serious. Although his spiritual power was not as strong as Tang Ya's, his perception was even better, especially his sense of danger, which was extremely sharp.

When the golden light and shadow solidified once more in front of Tang Ya, Long Aotian felt his heart suddenly contract, followed by a rush of blood, and his hair stood on end. Despite his cultivation level and the state of oneness with heaven and man, cold sweat broke out on his back, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.

It felt as if he were being stared at by an extremely venomous snake, which could take his life in one bite, making him feel a chill run down his spine.

How could this be? His cultivation level is clearly far inferior to mine, and his energy expenditure was so severe, how could he give me this feeling?

Although Long Aotian was shocked, his movements were not slow at all. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body flew backward like an arrow. At the same time, he swung his arms in front of him in a big circle. The surface of his skin shimmered with light and turned completely into a jade-like white, crystal clear, as if it were carved from fine jade.

Behind him, a silver-white humanoid phantom slowly emerged and solidified. It was none other than his original martial soul's second awakening, at the Silver level!

In fact, even Elder Mu was unaware that the Body Martial Soul of the Body Sect could evolve during its second awakening.

The strongest innate second awakening is at the Silver level, and only those at the Silver level have the opportunity to evolve into the Gold level when their cultivation breaks through to the Title Douluo realm.

Tang Ya's judgment was correct; Long Aotian was indeed the number one person in the Body Sect among the younger generation.

Of course, cold rain must be excluded.

His status in the Body Sect is so high that it even surpasses that of some elders.

Seeing Long Aotian suddenly unleash the second awakening of his true martial soul, the members of the Snow Demon Sect in the waiting area couldn't help but stand up. They didn't understand why Long Aotian would suddenly do this when he had such a great advantage.

Just then, the golden figure in front of Tang Ya moved. It swung its hands, which were clasped together in front of its chest, and a thin, hair-like golden light shot out.

It left no ripples in its wake, not even the slightest sound of it cutting through the air. Unless one observed extremely closely, it was virtually invisible.

At least none of the spectators below the stage saw that glimmer of golden light.

It even seems to absorb the light it refracts.

Long Aotian's face was solemn. The moment the golden light flashed, even his soul felt a stinging pain. This was an attack that was impossible to dodge.

Confident in his own strength, he disdains using abilities like invincible shields. As the strongest of the younger generation in the Body Sect, he is a staunch supporter of the idea that martial souls are superior to soul tools.

The protective white light on Long Aotian's body and the powerful energy released by the second awakening of his martial soul suddenly exploded like a punctured ball, turning into a large white halo that bloomed outwards.

He himself let out a sudden groan, and his body trembled violently.

Intense white light began to surge violently around his body.

While Long Aotian was undergoing unpredictable changes, Tang Ya was also in a bad situation.

After unleashing this attack, the golden light and shadow that had gathered in front of him instantly faded and disappeared.

Her face was deathly pale, and she was barely holding on to avoid collapsing. She was panting heavily, and even the light in her eyes had dimmed.

But her gaze remained fixed intently on her opponent. She inwardly sighed; this was the first time she had used this ultimate technique, yet the outcome seemed...

Long Aotian groaned, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been struck by a giant hammer. He staggered back, a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The blood was not the usual bright red, but a strange dark red, as if it contained some kind of evil power. After the blood spurted out, it did not fall to the ground, but strangely paused in the air for a moment, and then exploded, turning into countless tiny blood arrows that scattered in all directions like a rain of pear blossoms.

The blood arrows pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, echoing through the silent arena and sending chills down one's spine. Some of the blood arrows struck the ground, even piercing through the hard stone slabs, leaving deep, bottomless holes, demonstrating their immense power.

Long Aotian's face instantly turned ashen, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body swayed precariously.

He quickly took a few deep breaths and circulated his soul power to suppress the surging blood and qi in his body, barely managing to stabilize himself.

He looked at Tang Ya with a look of surprise and uncertainty, his eyes filled with seriousness. Clearly, Tang Ya's final blow had caused him considerable damage.

He raised his right hand, and the milky white light reappeared.

Long Aotian is injured!

The thought exploded in the minds of everyone in the Snow Demon Sect like a thunderclap, and disbelief was written on everyone's face.

They stared intently at Long Aotian, who swayed slightly, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his face pale; clearly, his injuries were serious. This scene completely overturned their understanding of Long Aotian.

Who is Long Aotian? He is a genius that the Snow Demon Sect has only seen once in a hundred years. His strength is unfathomable, and almost no one among his peers can rival him.

However, this prodigy was actually injured in his duel with Tang Ya, which shocked them.

They originally thought the match was a foregone conclusion and that Long Aotian would win easily, but the final result was far beyond their expectations.

Tang Ya, this seemingly weak girl, actually unleashed such amazing power at the last moment, which is truly remarkable.

They never expected that Tang Ya could inflict such a severe blow on Long Aotian at the last moment.

"I surrender."

Tang Ya's voice was weak and hoarse, as if she had used all her strength to speak.

She slowly raised her trembling arm and gestured to the referee, Zheng Zhan, announcing that she was forfeiting the match.

After a series of fierce battles, Tang Ya was ultimately defeated by Long Aotian.

Despite her best efforts, even sacrificing her life to unleash a powerful forbidden technique, she still couldn't bridge the gap in strength between them.

Although Long Aotian did not use his full strength in this battle, he was still injured by Tang Ya's final attack, which shows how powerful Tang Ya is.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao was extremely anxious. Almost the instant Tang Ya conceded defeat, he transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushed onto the competition stage, and came to Tang Ya's side.

He looked at Tang Ya with concern, his eyes filled with care and heartache. Tang Ya sensed Huo Yuhao's anxiety and forced a smile to indicate that she was alright.

Just as Huo Yuhao was helping Tang Ya off the competition stage, Long Aotian's voice suddenly rang out: "Wait a minute."

Although the voice wasn't loud, it carried an undeniable authority, causing Huo Yuhao and Tang Ya to stop in their tracks.

Tang Ya turned to look at Long Aotian with a puzzled expression, while Huo Yuhao's eyes were filled with hostility and vigilance. The strength of this opponent had exceeded their expectations, forcing them to be on high alert.

Long Aotian stared intently at Tang Ya, his gaze deep, and asked in a deep voice:

"May I ask if that golden figure is a combat technique you created yourself?" Tang Ya nodded slightly, tacitly acknowledging Long Aotian's guess.

A hint of admiration flashed in Long Aotian's eyes, and he sincerely praised, "You are very strong. If there's a chance, I hope we can fight again."

Although he knew that the other party was an evil soul master, Long Aotian could sense that she was different from other evil soul masters; she did not have that evil aura.

Tang Ya was originally a normal Soul Master, but because the Blue Silver Grass contains dark elements and has the ability to absorb life force, she became an evil Soul Master in order to gain power.

However, since joining the Holy Spirit Cult, she has not deliberately absorbed human lives, but has mostly used soul beasts or plants as cultivation materials.

Therefore, there is still a considerable gap between them and most evil spirit masters.

The Snow Demon Sect won the second match, while the atmosphere at the Holy Spirit Sect was somber. Several people huddled together, whispering and discussing something. Huo Yuhao remained silent, his brows furrowed, his fingers tapping the back of his chair as if he were pondering some difficult problem.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly stood up, looked firmly towards the competition stage, and said in a deep voice, "Next match, Lu Genggeng, you're up."

He paused, then turned to the burly man beside him, his tone carrying an undeniable command:

"Remember this, I don't want you to win, but you need to deplete his soul power as much as possible."

Lu Genggeng was tall and strong, a head taller than Long Aotian, and stood out in the crowd.

Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's instructions, he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and chuckled, saying in a deep, muffled voice:

"Don't worry, even though the opponent is a Soul Saint, I'm not afraid of him."

After speaking, he walked steadily onto the competition stage, each step seemingly striking the hearts of the crowd and sending shivers down their spines.

Zheng Zhan's voice rang out like a booming bell:

Both sides agree.

"Snow Demon Sect, Long Aotian."

Long Aotian stood proudly, his voice radiating confidence.

"Holy Spirit Sect, Lu Genggeng."

Lu Genggeng's voice was loud and clear, full of energy, which was very rare among evil soul masters.

His voice lacked the sinister and eerie quality often found in evil spirit masters; instead, it carried a masculine energy, like a thunderclap that exploded in everyone's ears.

"Start!" With the referee's command, Lu Genggeng tensed his leg muscles, exerted force, and leaped forward like an arrow released from a bow.

He didn't jump very high, only about two meters off the ground, and his forward momentum was only four or five meters. However, his already quite strong body swelled up like an inflating balloon after he jumped, his clothes were stretched taut as if they would burst at any moment.

The moment he crashed to the ground, his black robe could no longer withstand the immense force, tearing with a piercing ripping sound and shattering into pieces that fluttered to the ground. Lu Genggeng himself underwent a complete transformation, becoming an enormous, terrifying monster, like a demon from the abyss, radiating a suffocating oppressive aura.

Lu Genggeng, having released his martial spirit, was over five meters tall. His enormous, obese body resembled a ball of flesh, covered in haphazardly sculpted fat that trembled with every movement, a truly nauseating sight. His once thick legs now appeared remarkably short beneath his massive frame, like two pillars supporting a colossal mountain of flesh.

The moment he landed, the entire arena shook violently, as if an earthquake had occurred. Even those a hundred meters away felt a jolt beneath their feet, their faces turning pale.

The entire arena groaned in agony with deafening roars, as if it were about to collapse at any moment. In the stands, people stared in stunned disbelief, their eyes filled with horror.

"What... what kind of monster is this?"

Many people gasped in alarm, their voices filled with fear.

The enormous Lu Genggeng was practically a fat man, his entire body radiating dark green soul power fluctuations, like a giant malignant tumor, exuding a nauseating aura.

The fluctuations of his soul power were like boiling sewage, churning with irregular ripples, rising around his body and emitting a nauseating stench.

His enormous head swelled up like a ball, covered with bulging veins and festering wounds, as if it might burst open at any moment.

A pair of blood-red eyes were sunken deep within the fat, yet they gleamed with a chillingly fierce light, as if staring from the depths of hell.

Six spirit rings of different colors pulsed around his body. Because of his enormous size, the spirit rings appeared exceptionally large, radiating a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation.

His exposed skin had a sickly grayish-white color, covered with large and small pustules and signs of decay, as if pieced together from rotting flesh, which was chilling.

His gaping maw looked as if it had been ripped open, dripping thick, sticky saliva that corroded the steel plates on the ground, emitting plumes of pungent, nauseating smoke. (End of Chapter)