Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

A golden, flame-like aura rose from Long Aotian's body, soaring into the sky like a roaring dragon.

Golden flames swirled around him, forming a barrier of fire that enveloped his entire body.

The flames illuminated his face, highlighting his angular features with a resolute and determined look, making him appear like a war god emerging from the flames.

At the same time, a huge figure suddenly appeared behind him, several meters tall, almost touching the top of the competition platform.

The figure was entirely silver-white, radiating a dazzling light, like a deity descending from the heavens.

Upon closer inspection, although the figure appeared quite blurry, it was still possible to make out that it bore a striking resemblance to Long Aotian, which was none other than his Martial Soul True Form!

The atmosphere on the entire competition stage changed as soon as the figure appeared.

The temperature suddenly rose, as if the air itself were on fire, and a suffocating sense of oppression spread out, making everyone present feel a sinking feeling in their hearts, as if a mountain was pressing down on their chests, making even breathing difficult.

At this moment, Long Aotian's aura also began to surge wildly. His strength, which was originally only at the early stage of Soul Saint, broke through to the middle stage of Soul Saint in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, he easily broke through the bottleneck of the late stage of Soul Saint. Finally, his soul power fluctuations stopped at the peak of Soul Saint, and he was only one step away from the Soul Douluo realm!

This is the power of the original martial soul; it can forcibly enhance one's strength and enable one to fight beyond one's level.

Huo Yuhao's eyes were filled with fervor. Logically speaking, his previous martial soul was also his original martial soul.

Although they have now merged, some of their unique characteristics remain.

If he can gain some insight from this battle with Long Aotian, perhaps he can also unleash this move.

"Let's test his mental strength."

Huo Yuhao muttered to himself.

It can be seen that Huo Yuhao's first spirit ring shines brightly, with a lustrous yellow-white sheen. Because he has raised his spiritual power to the extreme, his imitation spirit skill can no longer conceal the true color of the spirit ring.

Two streaks of purple-gold light pierced the sky and arrived in front of Long Aotian in an instant.

Long Aotian stood still, unmoved. Facing Huo Yuhao's fierce mental attack, he slowly raised his hands and made a strange gesture in front of his chest.

He raised his right hand slightly, palm facing left, fingers slightly bent, fingertips drooping naturally, as if holding an invisible energy.

At the same time, he raised his left palm, fingers together, fingertips pointing to the sky, palm facing his right hand, forming a peculiar echo.

As he completed this action, a layer of lustrous sheen slowly rippled from his body, like gentle ripples spreading across a calm surface of water.

The light was crystal clear, radiating a gentle yet powerful aura that enveloped his entire being. As the light shifted, Long Aotian's figure gradually blurred, transforming into an exquisitely carved jade sculpture, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

At the same time, with a soft "hum," Huo Yuhao's soul attack arrived. The two purple-gold rays of light, like two serpents, instantly coiled around the jade sculpture that Long Aotian had transformed into, attempting to invade it.

The surface of the jade carving suddenly lit up with a dazzling purple-gold color, as if it had been ignited. But then, this purple-gold color spread out like ripples and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Long Aotian groaned, feeling an overwhelming and unstoppable force strike his soul power shield, causing his blood and qi to surge.

His body swayed, and the shimmering light emanating from him flickered like a candle flame blown by a strong wind, appearing somewhat scattered.

Huo Yuhao's expression was solemn. He suppressed the surging of his blood and qi and took a deep breath.

Long Aotian's defense just now seemed simple, but it contained a technique that Huo Yuhao had never seen before. It completely integrated spiritual power, soul power and his own body, and even resonated with the surrounding heaven and earth energy. This shocked Huo Yuhao greatly.

He understood that Long Aotian's attack just now was not a simple defense, but rather an integration of attack and defense, neutralizing his attack in a way that was almost "Tao".

The feeling was as if he were facing not a person, but a majestic mountain or a vast ocean, filled with invincible power.

Huo Yuhao's eyes flashed with a sharp light; he craved this power and longed to reach this level!

After regaining his balance, Long Aotian stared intently at Huo Yuhao, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and like an arrow released from a bow, he shot towards Huo Yuhao with lightning speed, creating a sharp whooshing sound as he closed the distance between them in an instant!

Suddenly, a strong surge of soul power erupted from Long Aotian's body, and rings of soul power rose up from beneath his feet.

The first spirit ring, yellow, representing ten years, radiates a warm glow. The second spirit ring, purple, representing a hundred years, shimmers with a faint halo.

The third spirit ring, also purple, appeared more solid and radiant, befitting a hundred-year spirit ring. The fourth spirit ring was unmistakably black, representing a ten-thousand-year-old spirit beast, exuding a profound and powerful aura.

The fifth spirit ring was still black, and the pressure of the ten-thousand-year spirit ring was even heavier. The sixth spirit ring was also black, and the terrifying aura of the ten-thousand-year spirit beast was almost tangible.

The seventh spirit ring was still black, and the powerful aura emanating from the four ten-thousand-year spirit rings moved everyone present.

Seven spirit rings, and they are even better than the optimal combination, with four ten-thousand-year spirit rings among them.

Although not as powerful as Huo Yuhao's eight spirit rings, everyone present could sense that Long Aotian was a true Soul Saint.

He is definitely not the kind of Soul Saint who achieved his status through drug use.

His cultivation level was clearly achieved through his own arduous training. And for a Soul Saint to be born into the Body Sect... how terrifying! Four ten-thousand-year Soul Rings—this level of Soul Rings even surpasses that of the Unbreakable Douluo standing beside him.

Zheng Zhan only has four ten-thousand-year soul rings.

The Body Sect actually has such a powerful figure among its younger generation. Everyone's expression changed drastically.

Even on the platform, Crown Prince Xu Tianran, Jing Hongchen, and the mysterious Imperial Advisor all showed fluctuations in their auras after seeing the seven spirit rings rising from Long Aotian's body.

The moment Long Aotian revealed the second awakening of his true martial soul, his identity could no longer be concealed.

The Body Sect was actually hidden inside the Snow Demon Sect.

What a brilliant scheme!

A hundred meters is but a fleeting moment for Long Aotian, who moves with effortless grace.

Without any extra movements or releasing any soul skills, he raised his right hand and made a feigned pressing motion towards Huo Yuhao.

Instantly, the entire arena trembled slightly. Huo Yuhao, facing him directly, felt as if his opponent wasn't just Long Aotian, but rather all the air within the arena's protective shield. Even the sunlight seemed to become part of the enemy.

Although no unusual phenomena appeared, Huo Yuhao felt as if the world itself had changed color.

Is it a combat technique that combines the harmony between man and nature?

He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. Huo Yuhao's body trembled slightly, and then a purple light emanated from him.

He himself turned completely purple.

That purple light and shadow was actually his martial soul. Although it was illusory, the moment it appeared, Long Aotian felt that all the pressure he had put on Huo Yuhao was absorbed by this light and shadow.

The golden light and shadow looked somewhat familiar. A giant purple tiger roared to the sky, blocking Long Aotian's palm head-on.

There was no deafening roar, no earth-shaking tremor, only a slight "pop" sound, like a bubble bursting.

The instant the two sides made contact, all the attacks released by Long Aotian seemed to converge into a single point, transforming into a point of pure white jade light that was condensed to the extreme. This light was so dazzling and so sharp that it seemed to be able to pierce through everything in the world.

Faced with this deadly attack, the giant purple tiger neither dodged nor evaded. It roared to the sky, and the purple light all over its body surged violently like boiling magma, eventually condensing into a deep vortex in front of it.

This purple vortex exudes a chilling aura, as if it can devour everything, not even light can escape.

The azure light and the purple vortex, one extremely sharp and the other profoundly devouring, collided in mid-air, yet strangely, they made no sound.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and space seemed to freeze. Only visible ripples spread outwards from the point of contact between the two.

The white jade-colored light continued to penetrate deeper into the purple vortex, but it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move forward. The purple vortex also trembled under the impact of the white jade-colored light, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Huo Yuhao stood motionless, as if he had truly become a statue, without the slightest change. The purple light and shadow before him shattered the moment the light screen exploded.

Long Aotian stood there motionless, but his eyes revealed undisguised surprise. He hadn't expected that his attack, under the influence of his awakened martial spirit, would actually be blocked.

Even with Long Aotian's cultivation level, he couldn't continue to follow up at the moment of the collision. And in the next instant, the purple light and shadow re-condensed, the left claw retracting and the right claw expanding outward.

Between the two claws, a vortex only about a foot in diameter, but presented as pure gold, flew out from the purple light and shadow's hand and rushed straight towards Long Aotian.

Long Aotian took a step back, raised his right arm high, his palm like a knife. In an instant, his entire arm and body turned jade-colored. Behind him, a twisted long knife made of compressed air faintly shone as it slashed.

"Screech—" A piercing, sharp whistling sound rang out.

The golden vortex shattered. But the white jade-colored blade light was also instantly shredded into dust.

Long Aotian lightly touched the ground with his toes and gracefully slid backward, precisely controlling the distance with each step, retreating exactly half a step.

This seemingly simple collision stirred up a storm in his heart, making him deeply realize that the danger involved far exceeded that of a battle of soul skills.

He watched helplessly as the purple light and shadow in front of Huo Yuhao shattered again and dissipated into the air, a sense of doubt rising in his heart.

However, before he could think it through, Huo Yuhao's face turned pale, his right hand flashed back to his chest, his five fingers clenched tightly, and then he pushed it outwards with a sudden force.

As Huo Yuhao moved, the purple light and shadow condensed and took shape again. This time, the light and shadow clasped its hands together in front of its chest, as if it were accumulating some terrifying power.

A chilling aura instantly filled the air, enveloping the entire competition stage and causing Long Aotian to feel a pang of fear.

Although Long Aotian's spiritual power was not as strong as Huo Yuhao's when he entered the realm of oneness with heaven and man, his perception was even better, especially his sense of danger, which was extremely sharp.

When the purple light and shadow solidified once again in front of Huo Yuhao, Long Aotian felt his heart suddenly contract, as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe.

Immediately afterwards, his heart began pumping blood frantically again, and all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his head in an instant, making him dizzy.

Every hair on his body stood on end, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. Even with his cultivation level and the state of oneness with heaven and man, cold sweat was pouring down his back.

The feeling was like being stared at by an extremely venomous snake, where the slightest carelessness could lead to its fatal bite.

"How is this possible? Is this the power of Contra?"

Long Aotian was extremely shocked, but he was not consumed by fear. Instead, it fueled his strong will to survive.

He knew that now was not the time to hesitate; he had to get away as quickly as possible!

Long Aotian lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body flew backward like an arrow released from a bow, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

At the same time, he swiftly swung his arms in a large circle in front of him, and his originally bronze skin turned completely white like jade. A faint silver-white light rippled on the surface of his skin, as if he were draped in a holy glow.

"roar--"

A deep roar resounded from behind Long Aotian, and a huge, silver-white humanoid phantom slowly emerged, perfectly merging with his body. That was none other than his original martial soul.

"The original spirit has awakened a second time! It's being unleashed once again!" On the viewing platform, a spirit master elder exclaimed in disbelief.

The moment Long Aotian finished, the purple light and shadow in front of Huo Yuhao moved. Its two claws, clasped together in front of its chest, suddenly swung horizontally, and a thin, hair-like golden light shot out, its speed even surpassing the speed of sound.

Wherever the golden light passed, it did not create the slightest ripple, nor even the slightest sound of it cutting through the air.

Unless you observe very carefully, you might not even be able to see its existence.

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

It was like a glimmer of light in the deepest night, silently piercing the darkness, only to vanish in an instant, as if it had never existed. It even seemed to absorb the light it refracted. (End of Chapter)