Douluo: Son of Destruction of Life, Supreme Creator!

Soon, the leopard king's claws were less than half a meter away from his throat.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

then.

Gu Linyuan moved.

He raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and flicked it lightly.

"clang!"

A clear sound.

Leopard King was struck as if by a giant hammer, flying backward at an even faster speed than when he arrived, and crashing heavily into the edge of the Soul Arena.

boom!

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the wall.

The Leopard King lay on the ground, its mouth full of blood. It struggled a couple of times but couldn't get up.

The entire room fell silent.

A deathly silence.

The arena, where thousands of people were fighting, was so quiet that you could hear the lights popping.

The host's mouth dropped open, and he almost dropped the microphone.

Several seconds passed before he came to his senses, his voice trembling:

"Dragon...Dragon Abyss, victorious!"

"Time taken... three seconds!"

boom!

The audience erupted in cheers.

"Holy crap! What just happened?!"

"He seems to... only use two fingers?"

"He didn't even use his Martial Soul! He won without even using his Martial Soul?!"

"Could this guy be a Soul Master? Is this for real?!"

Cheers, screams, and whistles surged forth like a tidal wave.

Gu Linyuan turned around, the hem of his black robe fluttering in the wind.

He walked toward the exit, his shadow stretching long under the lights.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

After this battle, the name Long Yuan began to circulate in the Soto City Great Soul Arena.

Three days.

Gu Linyuan played five matches.

Five wins out of five.

Each match lasts no more than ten seconds on average.

His fighting style is extremely simple.

There are no fancy soul skills, no unnecessary movements, just a single strike to defeat the enemy.

He had already made his move the instant his opponent released his martial spirit.

The moment the opponent launches their attack, it's over.

Sometimes it's so fast that the audience doesn't even have time to see it clearly.

Some say his martial soul is speed-type, some say it's strength-type, and others say it's mental attack-type.

Because his opponents would always fly out inexplicably.

But no one knows what kind of martial spirit he is using.

Because he has never released his martial spirit on the Soul Battle Arena.

……

Soto City Grand Arena.

Flander stood with his hands behind his back and his chin slightly raised, trying to project an air of superiority.

The Shrek Seven Devils followed behind him.

"Wow."

"This is the Great Soul Arena? It's even bigger than I imagined!"

Xiao Wu was the first to exclaim in surprise.

Tang San followed closely behind, his gaze steadily sweeping over the magnificent building.

He noticed the reliefs on the wall depicting battles between soul beasts and soul masters; each one was lifelike, as if telling the story of countless fierce battles.

Ning Rongrong, dressed in a white dress, stood in the middle of the crowd, a reserved smile on her delicate face.

Her gaze swept over the noisy crowd, her heart remaining largely unmoved.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is incredibly wealthy, and she has seen places even more luxurious than this.

just.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

I wonder where Brother Yuan is now and what he's doing.

Since that day of parting, Gu Linyuan has left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. I wonder how he's doing now.

"Quiet down!"

Flander turned around, cleared his throat, and drew everyone's attention.

"I brought you here today not just to broaden your horizons."

He pointed to the enormous fighting arena outside the window, his tone becoming serious.

"The Great Soul Arena is the most brutal and fairest real-world battleground on the entire continent. Here, no one cares about your origins, your background, or what sect you belong to."

"Here, only one thing is recognized."

"That is strength."

He looked around at everyone, his gaze lingering on each person's face for a moment.

"You've been training in the academy for so long, it's time to come out and see some blood."

The Shrek Seven Devils all became serious.

"Teacher, shall we go register now?"

"Not urgent."

Flander waved his hand, turned around, and walked to the sofa in the center of the private room to sit down.

"Watch a few games first to familiarize yourself with the rules and pace here."

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and suddenly seemed to remember something.

"By the way, have you heard of a certain name recently?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"What's your name?" Dai Mubai raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Longyuan".

Chapter 13 The sly and wicked Evil Fire Phoenix, and Tang San, whom he regards as his mortal enemy.

Flander put down his teacup, his gaze becoming deep.

"The most talked-about newcomer in the Soto City Grand Arena these past few days."

"A genius Soul Master who appeared out of nowhere won all five one-on-one Soul Battles."

Oscar curled his lip indifferently:

"Five consecutive wins? That's not too exaggerated. Mu Bai could do that too. With Xiao San's strength, hehe, if he really uses his skills, it would be hard for him to lose a single game."

Oscar's gaze swept over Tang San. Tang San was incredibly strong; his cultivation level was among the highest of the Great Soul Masters. It would be virtually impossible for an ordinary Great Soul Master to defeat him. Unless… Tang San was hiding his true strength.

Flanders glanced at him, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Do you know how long he typically plays per game?

Oscar was taken aback: "How long?"

Flanders held up three fingers.

Three seconds?

Oscar's eyes widened.

"Impossible, right? Finishing the fight in three seconds?"

“To be precise, it’s less than ten seconds on average,” Flander corrected. “But the fastest one took only three seconds.”

This time, even Dai Mubai's expression changed.

He is the most powerful among the Shrek Seven Devils, a level 37 Soul Master with the Evil-Eyed White Tiger Martial Soul.

But he couldn't defeat an opponent of the same level in three seconds.

The Great Soul Arena is full of seasoned veterans whose fighting instincts are far beyond what ordinary people can match.

Even for geniuses like them, defeating them without overwhelming cultivation would require considerable effort.

The fact that Long Yuan was able to defeat his opponent so quickly shows that his strength was enough to crush his opponent.

Moreover, Longyuan possesses an extremely formidable ability to fight across different levels.