Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Chapter 75 The Mangekyou Sharingan (Part 2)

The onlookers couldn't help but hold their breath.

Long Aotian's body trembled, and five soul rings—one yellow, two purple, and two black—rose from beneath his feet, instantly unleashing a terrifying aura.

On the other side, Han Yu's expression was solemn. Long Aotian was the strongest opponent he had ever encountered.

Long Aotian, Martial Soul, Skin, Level 58 Battle Soul King.

Judging from his aura, he has clearly already undergone a second awakening of his martial spirit.

"It's hard to say whether I'll lose this fight, after all, Long Aotian's mental strength is not bad."

Han Yu muttered to himself, and the spirit ring configuration of the opponent was no less impressive than his. The second spirit ring was also purple, and there were two ten-thousand-year spirit rings.

The ten-thousand-year soul ring not only looks better, but it also provides a huge boost to one's attributes.

If we quantify this, a yellow soul ring increases the base attribute by one hundred, then a purple one increases it by one thousand, and so on.

In the initial stage, if the spirit ring is closer to the limit that one can absorb, then the attribute boost obtained will be far greater than that of one's peers.

We're both Soul Kings, but you only have a little over 10,000 stats. How can you fight me with 20,000? It's a pure numerical crushing victory.

However, this is the real world, and numbers don't tell the whole story.

Han Yu has a general idea of ​​the extent of her current strength.

At the same level, it's naturally a crushing defeat, since its speed and strength are in no way inferior to anyone at this stage.

He can even kill opponents of higher levels with his powerful mental strength, but his weaknesses are exposed when he encounters an opponent with strong mental strength.

Putting aside his mental strength, his current stats are at the Soul Venerable level, close to the Soul Master level.

Only when one's mental strength reaches the Soul King level can even a Soul Emperor be injured by surprise.

"Brother Hanyu, your strength is only at the Soul Venerable level, and you obviously haven't obtained a Soul Ring yet. In a way, I'm the one who's getting the better deal."

"How about I fight you using only my Soul Master level cultivation?"

Long Aotian frowned slightly when he saw the two soul rings at Han Yu's feet. Although the second soul ring of a thousand years was extraordinary, it seemed that her strength was still a bit low at the moment.

Han Yu nodded. He wasn't one to be pretentious, and Long Aotian was no ordinary soul master.

He was also a ruthless person capable of challenging opponents of higher levels. If he hadn't encountered a cheater, he would have been the most dazzling person of that era.

At some point, two unremarkable old men appeared in the square, standing quietly in a corner.

Han Yu said in a deep voice, "In that case, I will have a spar with Brother Ao Tian."

Long Aotian is now much more robust than he was six years ago, approaching two meters tall with broad shoulders, a wide back, and bulging muscles.

He had long, reddish-brown hair parted in the middle, with the strands hanging down on both sides looking extremely smooth. He had narrow, long eyes with a cold gaze, a straight nose, and a square mouth. Although he wasn't particularly handsome, he seemed to have a somewhat sinister charm.

What's even more remarkable is that his skin is incredibly smooth, as translucent as jade. A subtle radiance flows beneath his skin, and every movement he makes exudes a refined and graceful quality.

Long Aotian nodded, and his aura vanished instantly, as if he had merged into the entire square.

Harmony between man and nature?

Han Yu's expression grew even more serious; she hadn't expected Long Aotian to have achieved this level of success.

wrong!

It should be called pseudo-harmony between man and nature!

Han Yu's heart stirred. He sensed that although Long Aotian's aura was restrained, a trace of it still emanated from his body, indicating that he had not been able to fully control himself.

"Start!" Lang Ya, acting as referee, shouted.

Han Yu suddenly looked up, and in an instant, his eyes blazed with a scarlet light, and two spirit rings surged from his body almost simultaneously.

Immediately afterwards, two scarlet beams of light shot out from his eyes and hurtled towards his opponent.

Regardless, let's start with a mental shock.

In this match, he will hold nothing back and will give it his all.

Two scarlet beams of light streaked across the sky and arrived in front of Long Aotian in an instant.

Long Aotian stood still, his hands forming a strange gesture in front of his chest: his right hand was raised, palm facing left, fingertips pointing down, while his left hand was raised, fingertips pointing up, palm facing his right hand.

With just this simple pose, a layer of lustrous sheen emanated from his body. In that translucent light, he appeared as if he had transformed into a jade sculpture.

"Buzz—" The soul was struck. A dazzling purple-gold light instantly shone on the jade sculpture that Long Aotian had transformed into, but then the purple-gold light dissipated. Long Aotian's body swayed slightly, and the lustrous light on his body became slightly scattered.

On the other side, Han Yu let out a low groan, her expression solemn.

He did not gain any advantage from this probing attack.

He could sense that Long Aotian had completely integrated his spiritual power and soul power with his entire body, and then merged them with the world to resist his attack.

It has form but no substance!

After blocking the attack, Long Aotian's eyes showed a hint of surprise. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and glided towards Han Yu as if skimming along the ground.

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

Without any unnecessary movements or the release of any soul skills, he raised his right hand and made a feigned pressing motion towards Han Yu.

Zizizi!

A sound like the chirping of a thousand birds rang out, and a bright light shone from Han Yu's hand.

Chidori!

A hint of surprise flashed in Long Aotian's eyes. "Is this a combat technique? Or is it a self-created soul skill?"

Han Yu ignored him, his Sharingan eyes swirling wildly, seeing through all of Long Aotian's actions.

He slightly shifted his body to avoid the large hand above.

Then lightning covered his entire body, and an even more intense azure light shone forth.

Physical activation! By forcibly stimulating the body's cells with lightning, a massive speed boost is achieved in a short period of time.

brush!

Han Yu bent her legs slightly, held the Thousand Birds in her hand downwards, and then pushed off with all her might, instantly disappearing from the spot.

"So fast!"

Zizizi!

Chidori is like a sharp, unparalleled hand knife.

Han Yu appeared behind Long Aotian in an instant and raised her hand to stab.

Noisy!

A sickening sound rang out, and Long Aotian, his skin as smooth as jade, stretched out his hands to block Han Yu's attack.

"I didn't expect you to be so fast, and to be able to dodge my attacks. If I'm not mistaken, it must be the ability of your Eye Martial Soul."

The two separated immediately upon contact, with Long Aotian standing quietly with his hands behind his back.

Unseen by anyone, those large, white, jade-like hands suddenly emitted a red light, which quickly disappeared as their soul power circulated.

Han Yu frowned slightly. Long Aotian's defensive power was beyond his imagination, and the difference in their cultivation levels was also enormous.

Although his Sharingan could see through his opponent's actions, he could only barely dodge them.

For the time being, I couldn't think of any way to win.

The two seemed to be locked in a stalemate.

"That's right, I didn't expect Brother Aotian to be so strong. He's truly a formidable opponent."

Han Yu nodded slightly, readily admitting it.

Long Aotian, still with his hands behind his back, said calmly, "Brother Hanyu, I underestimated you. That move just now, if it were an ordinary Soul King, I'm afraid he would have died at your hands in an instant."

"You have achieved such a level with only the second ring cultivation. You are worthy of the title of young sect master. I, Long Aotian, acknowledge you."

"But I'm determined to win this victory today."

Long Aotian took a step back, raised his right arm high, and stood with 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 lit up and slashed.

A massive blade of light descended from the sky, slicing through the air and creating a series of sonic booms.

"This is... a combat technique of the user's own body!"

Han Yu was shocked and dared not be careless. She placed her hands on her chest and formed a strange hand gesture.

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Three streaks of white mist flashed by, and three clones identical to Han Yu appeared.

"This is... a clone? Trying to fool me? How naive!"

Long Aotian was somewhat surprised, but the speed of the longsword did not decrease, and it slashed down at an extremely fast speed.

Chidori Blade!

Zizizi!

Four azure-blue swords, each about three meters long, appeared instantly, with the shadow clones and the main body forming a square.

Surround the long swords within, and then thrust the long swords upwards simultaneously.

Boom boom boom!

The lightning and the blade collided instantly, turning some of the surrounding training equipment into dust.

"drink!"

Han Yu took a few steps back, barely managing to deflect the attack.

He had already overestimated his opponent; he hadn't expected Long Aotian to be so strong.

On the other side, Long Aotian looked rather unwell. The chaotic lightning surging within his body was making him very uncomfortable. Fortunately, his physique was amazing, and the lightning did not have much of an effect on him.

"Again!"

Han Yu let out a low shout, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Gripping his katana tightly, he took a step forward and charged towards Long Aotian in an instant.

"Well done!"

Long Aotian also shouted, his body surging with jade-colored light, and rushed towards Han Yu as well.

Bang bang bang!

*Clap clap clap!* ————

The battle between the two instantly became a stalemate, with Long Aotian's every attack being seen through instantly thanks to the enhancement of the Cold Rain Sharingan.

Han Yu's attack landed on Long Aotian, but he withstood it with his powerful strength.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over fifty blows.

"Are those two monsters? They're fighting so fiercely!"

Seeing the two people in the middle of a frenzy, Gu Tong quickly took a few steps back.

The space, which was originally a hundred meters in size, was forcibly expanded to three hundred meters during the battle between Han Yu and Long Aotian.

The aftershocks of the battle even affected a disciple who was standing nearby; he has now fallen unconscious.

A small corner of the square.

The Golden-Bodied Douluo said, "Sect Master, should we stop them? If this continues, we might not finish fighting until nightfall."

Poison Immortal waved his hand, his eyes full of relief: "No need, they should be deciding the outcome soon."

The Golden Body Douluo said, "Oh? Han Yu's aura seems a bit unstable. His soul power should be almost exhausted. He's still suffering from his low cultivation level."

Poison Undying nodded: "Although Ao Tian suppressed his strength, he is still a Soul King with abundant soul power. If Han Yu and Ao Tian were at the same level, I'm afraid Ao Tian would have a hard time winning."

Just as the two were talking.

"puff!

Blood splattered as a figure flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Long Aotian paused, looking at Han Yu who was struggling to get up, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"At the same level, I was inferior to you, but now, you are inferior to me!"

Long Aotian clasped his hands in a slight bow, then prepared to turn and leave.

"I'm still too weak. Against a truly strong opponent, my strength is useless."

Han Yu's eyes were slightly vacant, her consciousness became slightly blurred, and her body stopped struggling. She stared at the sky, lost in confusion.

"I'm still too weak. The smooth sailing I've had has made me arrogant. I thought everyone my age was my match. I never imagined I couldn't even beat a genius like Long Aotian."

"It's time to recognize your own limitations."

Scenes from Douluo Continent flashed through his mind, and a burning desire to become stronger ignited within him.

Han Yu slowly closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly, her heart filled with intense resentment, not because she had been defeated by Long Aotian today.

(End of this chapter)