Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

The eighth contestant, a Soul Master representing the Aodu Chamber of Commerce, calmly stepped onto the competition stage.

He held a long-handled battle sword in his hand. The blade was broad and heavy, gleaming with a cold, sharp light. The handle was thick and sturdy, wrapped in dark red leather, and its length was similar to that of the yellow-clad giant's rapid-fire cannon.

He held the knife in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally to the ground, his posture upright, like a majestic mountain peak, standing there quietly, profound and imposing, naturally exuding the demeanor of a master.

Ye Yulin's gaze swept over the burly man in yellow and the representative of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce, and he said in a deep voice, "Both sides, state your names and prepare for battle." His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"I want to emphasize again that this match is a fight to the death, and it will continue until one side concedes defeat or is rendered unable to fight."

If you feel you cannot defeat your opponent, admit defeat as soon as possible to avoid irreparable consequences.

The burly man in yellow announced his name in a deep, resonant voice: "Yellow Robe!" His voice was short and powerful, revealing an aura of dominance that could not be underestimated.

The representative of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce gracefully cupped his hands and announced in a clear voice, "Aodu Chamber of Commerce, Zhao Shouze." His voice was clear and resonant, with a hint of confident smile.

Ye Yulin nodded, his body suddenly rising into the air, and at the same time announced the start of the competition: "Begin!" His voice resounded throughout the entire competition venue, thus opening the prelude to this life-or-death struggle.

This is not a casual sparring match like the All-Continent Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition, but a real life-or-death struggle.

This is the cruel rule of the underworld; there aren't many complicated rules and protective measures. The winner takes all, and the loser is condemned.

Zhao Shouze lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure shot out like an arrow, rushing towards the yellow-clad giant.

At the same time, six spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, three yellow and three purple, making him a six-ring spirit emperor.

With a swing of his long-handled sword, a dazzling golden-red flame instantly ignited on the blade, its blazing light seemingly threatening to engulf the entire arena.

Unexpectedly, the man in yellow did not raise his rapid-fire cannon to attack as everyone had anticipated.

Instead of firing the heavy cannon in his hand, he slowly lowered it, as if the heavy weapon was a burden to him, something he could hardly bear.

However, just as everyone was puzzled, six spirit rings rose up on the yellow-clad man's body.

Two yellow, two purple, two black. The best Soul Ring combination!

Upon seeing these six gleaming spirit rings, the audience erupted in uproar.

The optimal soul ring ratio is extremely rare even among soul masters, let alone a soul master.

The Xishui Alliance was naturally overjoyed, while their rivals, the Aodu Chamber of Commerce and the Pingfan Alliance, looked extremely grim.

Zhao Shouze's gaze involuntarily fell on the rotating spirit ring on the yellow-clad giant.

Two dazzling yellow spirit rings, like two radiant suns, emitted a light so intense it was almost blinding. His breath caught in his throat, and an indescribable pressure rose within him. Compared to them, his own dull white spirit rings seemed so shabby, so utterly vulnerable.

A sense of defeat crept in, and Zhao Shouze's initially high morale cooled down as if doused with cold water. He felt his legs go weak, and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

The strength of his opponent far exceeded his expectations.

However, his fighting instincts quickly jolted him out of his momentary lapse. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. No matter how strong his opponent, he couldn't back down; he had to give it his all!

Zhao Shouze took a deep breath, suppressing the fear and unease in his heart.

He suddenly exerted force with both legs, rushing towards the man in yellow like an arrow released from a bow. He was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had crossed half of the arena.

He raised his broadsword high, and with a sharp gust of wind, slashed down fiercely at the man in yellow.

The golden-red blade light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, carrying a scorching aura, instantly traversed a distance of more than forty meters, slashing down towards the yellow-clad giant.

This earth-shattering strike contained all of Zhao Shouze's strength and fighting spirit.

Wherever the blade's light passed, the air seemed to be burned away, crackling and popping. The entire arena trembled, as if it would be cleaved in two by the terrifying blade's light at any moment.

The blazing blade light enveloped the burly man in yellow.

However, the man in yellow remained unusually calm in the face of this unstoppable attack.

His eyes were like torches, fixed on the incoming blade light, his steps light and elusive, like a ghost.

Just as the blade was about to strike, the burly man in yellow suddenly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

He also pulled the rapid-fire cannon in his hand in front of him to block the sparks that were flying towards him.

With a loud "thud," the Flame Blade slammed into the ground, leaving a long trench.

The metal ground on both sides of the ravine was instantly melted by the high temperature, turning red and billowing thick smoke.

The audience was stunned by the dramatic scene, momentarily forgetting to cheer. They had expected the man in yellow to be cleaved in two by the blade, but he had dodged it so easily.

However, what shocked them even more was that the man in yellow did not choose to continue the ranged attack. Instead, he picked up his heavy rapid-fire cannon and strode towards Zhao Shouze.

This sudden action left everyone in disbelief.

A ranged attack Soul Master actually abandoned his advantage and chose to engage in close combat with a melee Soul Master? What kind of tactic is this?

Han Yu, watching everything unfold on stage from below, had a faint smile on his lips. He knew that the man in yellow was not acting rashly, but had his own plan.

Anyone who thinks the man in yellow is a fool is the biggest fool of all.

Zhao Shouze was shocked. He had never expected the man in yellow to be so fierce, ignoring his sharp blade and charging straight at him.

That speed was unbelievable! Carrying a huge rapid-fire cannon, the man in yellow moved as elusively as a ghost. His feet touched the ground, but there was almost no obvious landing motion. It was as if he could instantly cross several meters by simply touching the ground.

The way the other person was running left behind a series of afterimages in Zhao Shouze's eyes, illusory and blurry, making it difficult for him to pinpoint their true location.

What alarmed him even more was that the menacing rapid-fire cannon on the yellow-clad man's shoulder began to flash with a dangerous light at the muzzle, and the energy fluctuations were becoming increasingly intense, foreshadowing the terrifying power that was about to erupt.

Zhao Shouze dared not be negligent. In a flash, he swung his broadsword out, the blazing blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for the waist of the yellow-clad man.

At this moment, the two were about fifteen meters apart. Zhao Shouze was confident that with his speed and attack power, he could completely defeat his opponent in the following series of attacks.

He even believed that at such close range, the man in yellow wouldn't have had time to fire the rapid-fire cannon.

However, just as the blade was about to touch the man in yellow, Zhao Shouze's pupils suddenly contracted.

He noticed that the man in yellow had a cigar in his mouth, a cigar that emitted a pale golden light.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, a wisp of golden smoke swirling around him, as if draping him in a veil of mystery.

At the same time, a dazzling golden light burst forth from his body, forming an indestructible shield.

The burly man in yellow held the rapid-fire cannon high, completely ignoring Zhao Shouze's attack, letting the scorching blade slash at his body.

A crisp metallic clang rang out as the blade collided with the golden shield, sending up ripples of energy.

The burly man in yellow swayed slightly before continuing his charge forward, while Zhao Shouze's blade light was completely swallowed by the golden light, causing him no harm whatsoever.

Zhao Shouze exclaimed inwardly, "An invincible shield?" He couldn't believe it. Had the other party used some kind of illegal method?

"He fouled!" The thought flashed through Zhao Shouze's mind.

He subconsciously looked up at the referee Ye Yulin, who was suspended in the air, but found that the other party did not make any response and the game was still continuing.

In that instant, the man in yellow had already rushed in front of Zhao Shouze, the distance between the two was almost zero.

The rapid-fire soul-guided cannon in his hand was no longer aimed and fired, but swept out like a giant pillar, with an overwhelming momentum, and smashed hard towards Zhao Shouze.

Zhao Shouze was taken aback. In his haste, he could only use his broadsword to defend against the sudden attack.

As a melee soul master, he has absolute confidence in his formidable physical abilities.

However, he was unaware that there existed in this world people with special talents, born with superhuman strength far exceeding that of ordinary people.

The burly man in yellow was one of them. Although his strength could not compare to Wang Qiu'er's extreme power, he was still much stronger than an ordinary soul master.

With a deafening "bang," Zhao Shouze felt an overwhelming force surge towards him, violently sending him and his knife flying.

He staggered backward, lost his balance, and nearly fell to the ground.

The immense impact traveled up the blade to his chest, and a sharp pain made him groan involuntarily.

He felt a surge of blood and qi in his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Suppressing his discomfort, Zhao Shouze quickly adjusted his posture and steadied his swaying body.

He knew this was not the time to give up. He had to fight back immediately!

In the critical moment, Zhao Shouze made a decisive move and activated the second state of his battle sword.

The originally silver-white blade instantly turned into a dazzling golden-red, as if a burning flame was dancing.

A powerful energy fluctuation emanated from the blade, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly.

In this state, the sword loses its ranged attack capability, but its melee power is greatly enhanced, enough to cut through steel.

The golden-red light shone on Zhao Shouze's resolute face, making him look as majestic as a war god.

However, just as Zhao Shouze was preparing to counterattack, he saw the melee soul-guided cannon in the yellow-clad man's hand hurtling towards his chest.

The dark, gaping muzzle resembled a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, radiating a chilling aura.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Shouze immediately raised his broadsword, which was burning with golden-red flames, ready to use the scorching blade to cleave the yellow-clad giant's melee soul-guided cannon.

He believed that with the powerful strength of the battle sword at this moment, he would definitely be able to split the soul-guided cannon in two.

However, just as the blade was about to touch the muzzle of the cannon, Zhao Shouze's heart sank, and a bone-chilling cold instantly spread throughout his body.

He saw the soul power that had been accumulating at the muzzle of the rapid-fire cannon suddenly burst forth, its dazzling light as blinding as a small sun.

Zhao Shouze then suddenly realized that this was not an ordinary melee soul tool, but a rapid-fire cannon! As the name suggests, a rapid-fire cannon is known for its high rate of fire.

On the battlefield, it is typically used for fire suppression, using concentrated artillery fire to suppress enemy movements. Therefore, the power of a single shell is not particularly strong.

The level 7 rapid-fire cannon in the hands of the man in yellow has a single shell with a power almost equal to that of a level 6 high-explosive shell.

However, the rapid-fire cannon of the big man in yellow has one significant difference from other rapid-fire cannons: its size.

This rapid-fire cannon is much larger than other rapid-fire cannons of the same class, making it appear exceptionally bulky.

However, at the same time, its power far exceeds that of other rapid-fire cannons of the same class.

The larger the volume, the greater the power; this is an immutable truth.

The cannonballs fired by the man in yellow were at least three times the size of those fired by a regular level 7 rapid-fire cannon, and their power was naturally increased accordingly.

Previously, the burly man in yellow had used this heavy cannon to sweep across Zhao Shouze like a giant pillar, knocking him away.

Now, he actually pointed the cannon at Zhao Shouze, ready to fire directly!

After being thrown back, Zhao Shouze, in his haste, completely forgot the true nature of this soul tool—it was a cannon! A cannon capable of firing projectiles!

At this moment, Zhao Shouze's golden-red blade was about to strike the muzzle of the rapid-fire cannon.

Under normal circumstances, with the power of the battle sword at this moment, it could easily cut through even a cannon muzzle made of rare metals as easily as cutting butter.

However, the yellow-clad man's current actions are tantamount to placing a rapid-fire cannon right in front of Zhao Shouze and firing it! No matter what, it's still a cannon!

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and then a deafening roar echoed throughout the entire competition venue.

"Boom—" A blinding burst of light suddenly exploded between the yellow-clad man and Zhao Shouze, as dazzling as a miniature sun, making it impossible to look directly at.

A violent energy shockwave emanated from the two individuals, spreading wildly outwards and creating a hurricane that caused the clothes of the spectators in the stands to flutter wildly.

At the epicenter of the explosion, the massive body of the man in yellow was thrown back by the immense recoil. Clinging tightly to the heavy rapid-fire cannon, he flew backward in an arc, like a kite with a broken string. (End of Chapter)