Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

When Long Aotian saw Lu Genggeng's already terrifyingly large, blood-red mouth open even wider in a way that defied human anatomy, the extent of the tearing at the corners of her mouth exceeded Long Aotian's comprehension, almost touching his thick earlobes.

At that moment, a nauseating stench assaulted their senses. Long Aotian suppressed his nausea and remained on high alert. Suddenly, the space in front of Lu Genggeng distorted, and a gigantic mouth, entirely composed of dense soul power, appeared out of thin air.

This gaping maw was three meters wide and two meters high, its fangs gleaming with a chilling, eerie green light, clearly contaminated with a deadly poison.

With a suffocating sense of oppression, it lunged at Long Aotian. Although Long Aotian didn't know what effect this strange attack would have, his intuition told him that if he were bitten, he would suffer terribly.

In a flash, Long Aotian's eyes sharpened, and his hands instinctively swung forward, sending two sharp golden blades piercing through the air like lightning, straight through the gaping maw.

With a piercing scream, Lu Genggeng roared to the sky in agony. His obese body trembled violently, and a large amount of grease mixed with blood gushed out from his torn mouth and the wounds pierced by the blade. The air was immediately filled with a nauseating stench of decay.

Long Aotian knew that these disgusting oils were the energy accumulated by Lu Genggeng after devouring countless corpses, and it was the foundation of his survival.

Today's battle had dealt him heavy losses, which undoubtedly fueled his even more frenzied killing intent. Seizing this opportunity, Long Aotian swiftly retreated, widening the distance between himself and Lu Genggeng.

Although Long Aotian's attack successfully broke through Lu Genggeng's bloody wound, Long Aotian knew clearly that this level of injury was not fatal to the thick-skinned Lu Genggeng.

Long Aotian had to find his weakness as soon as possible, otherwise this battle would be incredibly long. Long Aotian took a deep breath, mobilized the surging spiritual power within his body to its limit, and roared to the sky.

On the competition stage, Long Aotian felt his spiritual energy surging violently like a turbulent sea, as if a prehistoric beast that had been imprisoned for a long time was trying to break free of its restraints and roaring to break out of its cage.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to control the violent power and guide it to every corner of his body.

He felt his heart pounding faster and faster, his blood surging through his veins as if magma were burning and about to melt his body.

The surrounding air became scorching hot, as if one were in a furnace. An invisible pressure emanated from him, pressing down on every corner like Mount Tai, making it hard to breathe.

He suddenly raised his head and let out a deafening roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, echoing through the heavens.

This roar was filled with an indomitable will and powerful confidence, as if it could tear the heavens and earth apart. With his roar, golden light erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption, instantly illuminating the entire arena, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and making Long Aotian appear as majestic and domineering as a god descending to earth.

The dazzling golden light seemed to turn night into day, enveloping the entire competition stage in a golden sea. The blinding light made everyone squint slightly.

The golden light lasted for several seconds before gradually dissipating, receding like a tide. As the golden light faded, a phantom figure gradually appeared behind Long Aotian, like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

He was a warrior clad in silver armor, tall and imposing, with a heroic bearing, as if he had stepped out of an epic.

He held a long sword in his hand, exuding a chilling aura. The blade was long and sharp, gleaming with a terrifying light, as if it could cut through anything.

The warrior's face was hidden beneath his helmet, but from his upright posture and imposing aura, one could still sense a kingly air that looked down upon the world, as if he were the master of this world, and all things had to submit to his feet.

Upon closer inspection, this figure bears a striking resemblance to Long Aotian, only more mature and imposing.

Lu Genggeng felt a flash of silver light before his eyes, so bright it hurt his eyes slightly and he could barely look directly at it. When he opened his eyes again, he found that a huge silver figure had appeared where Long Aotian had been standing.

The figure was tall and imposing, like a mountain, exuding a chilling sense of oppression. Lu Genggeng could even feel waves of heat emanating from that figure, and a strange metallic aura filled the air, making his throat feel dry.

He saw that Long Aotian's body, which was originally flashing with spirit rings, was now enveloped by that silver light and slowly rose into the air.

Long Aotian's body gradually blurred in the silver light, seemingly merging with the enormous figure. Meanwhile, the massive silver figure gradually became clearer as Long Aotian rose.

It was a humanoid phantom, but it had no facial features, only a smooth silver surface.

The silver light grew stronger and stronger, almost enveloping the entire arena. Lu Genggeng had to squint to barely see anything in front of him.

He saw Long Aotian hovering in mid-air, the silver light around his body fluctuating violently, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

Suddenly, a faint golden glimmer appeared within the silver light. The golden radiance grew stronger and stronger, eventually rivaling the silver light and forming interwoven gold and silver patterns around Long Aotian's body.

The light patterns, as if alive, moved erratically around Long Aotian's body, emitting a chilling energy fluctuation.

At the same time, a powerful gust of air erupted from Long Aotian's body and swept outwards.

Lu Genggeng was forced to retreat by the airflow, a buzzing sound came to his ears, and everything in front of him began to distort, as if he were in a maze of funhouse mirrors.

The thought flashed through Lu Genggeng's mind like lightning. At the same time, the scene before Lu Genggeng's eyes began to distort, as if he were in a maze of funhouse mirrors.

He instinctively sensed danger approaching, abruptly pulled his hands back, and tried to gather all the fat in his body to resist this unknown attack.

However, his movements were like being stuck in a quagmire, and the surrounding space seemed to have turned into a viscous liquid, hindering his every move.

The distorted light grew increasingly blinding, and Long Aotian's figure appeared and disappeared within it, as if he had transformed into a god radiating holy light.

He saw Long Aotian slowly raise his arms, as if embracing a bright moon, and then suddenly swing them forward, a blinding white light instantly illuminating the entire arena.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar exploded in his ears. Lu Genggeng felt as if his eardrums were being ripped apart by an invisible hand, and the intense pain made him let out a painful howl.

His vision went blank; he could see nothing, hear nothing, only the omnipresent, excruciating pain reminding him of the unprecedented devastation he had suffered. How could this be? What did he do to me?

In the waiting area, Yan Feng suddenly stood up, his face filled with disbelief. He knew Lu Genggeng's defensive capabilities all too well; even when facing a strong opponent of the same level, Lu Genggeng could remain undefeated thanks to his indestructible body of fat.

Although Long Aotian's three previous attacks were swift, they only left some superficial wounds on Lu Genggeng. How could he have seriously injured him in such a short time? This was completely beyond his comprehension, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

Yan Feng couldn't see the specific situation on the arena, but the audience in the stands could see it clearly. They saw that the moment Long Aotian launched his attack, a layer of crystal-clear white light suddenly shone on his body, as if he were wearing a holy armor.

Then, Long Aotian slowly raised his left hand, spread his five fingers, and clenched his fist in the air in Lu Genggeng's direction. At that moment, a huge white sphere of light appeared out of thin air behind Lu Genggeng, spinning rapidly and emitting a series of heart-palpitating buzzing sounds.

The next moment, the sphere of light suddenly contracted and then exploded, turning into a devastating energy shockwave that instantly engulfed Lu Genggeng.

In an instant, fat flew everywhere, and at least a third of Lu Genggeng's body burst open in the violent explosion, with disgusting, greasy fat scattering in all directions.

He was also blown into the air with a scream, crashing right towards the edge of the arena.

A dense golden light covered Lu Genggeng's body, spreading rapidly throughout her entire body. Then, the fat on Lu Genggeng's body began to dry up.

This single blow severely injured Lu Genggeng.

Yan Feng was finally able to see clearly. In the midst of that deafening explosion, the distorted light around him seemed to become a little clearer. He saw with his own eyes large swaths of fat flying everywhere, and Lu Genggeng screaming as she fell over.

Long Aotian's eyes narrowed, and he swung his long sword again. The dark golden blade light sliced ​​through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, and headed straight for Lu Genggeng's mutilated body.

Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind black cracks.

This time, Long Aotian poured all his soul power into this strike, making the blade's aura more condensed and its power even more terrifying.

Lu Genggeng stared in horror at the dark golden blade of light hurtling towards him. He knew he had nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape.

The shadow of death loomed over him, filling him with immense fear and despair. He wanted to beg for mercy, but no sound came out of his throat.

The dark golden blade of light sliced ​​through his layers of fat without any resistance, splitting the rest of his body in two.

Where the blade passed, no blood splattered, only golden light flashed. That was the powerful energy contained in Long Aotian's blade light, which evaporated all the fat and blood in Lu Genggeng's body.

Another deafening explosion rang out. This time, the power of the explosion was even more terrifying than before; the entire arena trembled violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The shockwave from the explosion swept across the entire stadium like a whirlwind. Everyone in the audience felt the ground shake violently, and some of the weaker spectators were even shaken so badly that they coughed up blood and fell unconscious.

Yan Feng felt a blur before his eyes as the shockwave from the explosion, mixed with the pungent smell of blood and acrid burning, rushed towards him, causing him to close his eyes involuntarily. At the same time, he subconsciously released his soul power to form a barrier in front of him, resisting the onslaught of the shockwave.

When the aftershocks of the explosion subsided and Yan Feng opened his eyes again, the competition stage was empty.

The stench of blood and burnt smell that had filled the air had completely dissipated, replaced by a faint fragrance—the aura emanating from Long Aotian.

Lu Genggeng has disappeared.

He vanished from the world completely, as if he had never existed, leaving no trace.

"Your martial spirit is indeed very peculiar," Long Aotian said, looking down at his opponent with an unwavering gaze, his eyes filled only with icy indifference.

"Unfortunately, your strength is too weak, and you are easily defeated."

He slowly raised his right hand, fingers spread, and spoke to the figure lying on the ground, his voice as cold as ice, "So, disappear."

Before he finished speaking, he gently clenched his fist, and an invisible force instantly erupted, completely crushing the other person's body into a pile of bloody, mangled flesh.

Long Aotian's eyes were indifferent, without the slightest pity. He never showed mercy to evil soul masters, because his attitude towards them was the same: eliminate them completely and prevent future troubles.

Therefore, Long Aotian showed no mercy to his subordinates. Didn't he see that the referee didn't stop him? Clearly, he didn't have a good impression of evil spirit masters either.

The audience below the stage fell silent. They were all shocked by the intensity of the match and felt awe of Long Aotian's strength.

The referee walked to the center of the arena, raised Long Aotian's hand, and loudly announced, "I declare Long Aotian of the Snow Demon Sect the winner of this match!"

Immediately, thunderous applause erupted from the stands, and cheers resounded throughout the entire arena. The disciples of the Snow Demon Sect were even more excited, jumping up and down to cheer for Long Aotian.

With this victory, the Snow Demon Sect has now won three matches.

All they need to do is win one more match, and the Snow Demon Sect will advance directly to the finals. In the waiting area, the atmosphere within the Holy Spirit Sect was somewhat tense. After all, there was only one match left, and they absolutely could not afford to lose it; another loss would mean the end of their journey.

All eyes were focused on the front of the group, where their captain, Huo Yuhao, stood.

Huo Yuhao's expression was solemn. He knew the importance of this match and the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

"I'll go next." A deep voice came from behind, and Huo Yuhao, who was shrouded in a black robe, stood up.

All eyes turned to him, filled with surprise and confusion.

"Captain, are you going to go yourself?"

Yan Feng asked, his tone tinged with disbelief. (End of Chapter)