Douluo: Son of Destruction of Life, Supreme Creator!

"Dean, do you think the fat guy can win?"

Oscar leaned closer and asked.

Flanders didn't answer directly, but took a sip of tea and said slowly:

"Ma Hongjun's martial soul is the Evil Fire Phoenix, level 28. That Longyuan is level 27."

"On paper, Ma Hongjun has the advantage."

"but."

He paused, then put down his teacup.

"Something about Longyuan doesn't feel right to me."

"Something's not right?"

Oscar was taken aback.

“I can’t quite put my finger on it,” Flander shook his head. “It’s just a gut feeling. That boy isn’t as simple as he seems.”

Dai Mubai leaned back in his chair, a hint of disdain flashing in his sinister eyes.

"Dean, you're being too cautious. Fatty may be unreliable most of the time, but he's never backed down when it comes to fighting."

"There aren't many people in his class who can beat him."

Tang San remained silent.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the private room, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at the fighting stage.

For some reason, his right eyelid had been twitching ever since he heard the name "Longyuan".

It wasn't tension, it wasn't fear.

Rather, it's something that's hard to explain...

vigilance.

It felt like something was approaching.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?"

Xiao Wu leaned closer and took his arm.

"Long Yuan has emerged. He's incredibly strong! Stronger than I imagined!"

His gaze fell on the contestant tunnel on the other side of the arena.

There, a black figure slowly emerged.

Upon seeing this person, Tang San tensed up. A strange fighting spirit and killing intent ignited within him.

He had a premonition that this person would be his nemesis.

"Fatty, we're in trouble."

"This person is someone even I might not be able to defeat."

Chapter 14 The Evil Fire Phoenix is ​​nothing more than a scruffy bird.

Tang San stared intently at Gu Linyuan, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of his palms.

Gu Linyuan walked very slowly, but each step seemed to contain a strange rhythm, like heavy hammer blows hitting Tang San's heart.

'This person gives me a very strong feeling. Even Mu Bai from before didn't have this kind of imposing presence.'

He had a conflict with Dai Mubai at the Rose Hotel.

Dai Mubai, with his Soul Venerable cultivation, is indeed incredibly powerful. If I don't use the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques, it will be very difficult for me to defeat him.

But Dai Mubai only surpasses him in cultivation level, while Long Yuan is different!

His cultivation level is overwhelming, and as his soul power increases, he will inevitably surpass Dai Mubai in the future.

Therefore, he didn't take Dai Mubai seriously.

but!

Longyuan is different.

He knew that at the Great Soul Master stage, he had reached his peak. No one, regardless of their cultivation level, could be his match. Even Xiao Wu was no exception.

Long Yuan's cultivation level was clearly lower than his, so why did he exude such a terrifying sense of pressure? Could it be that his talent far surpassed his own?

"Don't overthink it, mistress."

"Hongjun's martial soul is a top-tier beast martial soul. It's a phoenix! Unless the Dragon Abyss attribute counters it, Fatty can't possibly lose. What martial soul can surpass a phoenix?"

Dai Mubai nudged Tang San's shoulder and said casually.

The fat man's strength was lacking, but that was because his cultivation level was too low. If they were of the same level, Dai Mubai admitted that he wasn't confident he could win.

Don't be fooled by their numerous defeats in the Soul Arena. It's because they're exhausted from days of battles, and they're unwilling to reveal their true strength too much.

If we go all out,

"Maybe I'm overthinking it."

Tang San remained silent, only turning his gaze towards the Soul Fighting Arena.

If the fat man makes a move, he should at least be able to force Long Yuan's martial spirit to come out.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both looked at Tang San with curiosity.

They had fought against Zhao Wuji together when they enrolled in school.

They knew just how extraordinary this person of their age was. It could be said that Tang San played the most crucial role in Zhao Wuji's predicament back then.

Who exactly is Long Yuan, that he could make Tang San lose his composure?

……

On the Battle Arena.

Ma Hongjun has already taken the stage.

He was dressed in a red, fitted outfit, and although he was slightly overweight, he exuded a scorching aura.

His hair was dark red, like embers after a fire, and his eyes gleamed with excitement under the light.

"Dragon Abyss! Dragon Abyss! Dragon Abyss!"

The cheers from the audience grew louder and louder.

Ma Hongjun curled his lip, put his hands on his hips, and shouted at the audience, clearly displeased:

"What are you shouting for! Just wait and see who the real genius is!"

He turned around and looked at the players' tunnel opposite.

There, a dark figure was slowly walking towards them.

A black robe and a hood covering his face made him appear like a moving shadow.

There was no imposing aura, no sense of oppression, and not even any fluctuation of soul power.

He walked on, unhurried and unperturbed.

But for some reason, Ma Hongjun's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

An instinctive alertness rose from the base of his spine.

'This guy...something's not right.'

Ma Hongjun's smile faded, and his eyes became serious.

He was arrogant, but not stupid.

Anyone who can achieve a five-game winning streak in the Soto City Arena and finish a battle in less than ten seconds on average is definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Gu Linyuan walked onto the Soul Battle Platform and stopped twenty steps away from Ma Hongjun.

He didn't speak, nor did he even look up.

Under the hood, only his sharply defined chin and slightly upturned lips could be seen.

"Hey!"

"You are Long Yuan?"

Gu Linyuan did not answer.

I'm asking you a question!

Ma Hongjun was somewhat annoyed, as he had been ignored.

Damn guy, what a show-off!

You'd better have some real skills later!

Gu Linyuan remained silent.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, making a gesture of invitation.

Ma Hongjun's face darkened.

He was furious.

"Fine, you've got guts!"

"Don't blame me if you get beaten to a pulp later!"

The referee stepped onto the fighting platform and raised his right hand.

"Both sides prepare."

Ma Hongjun took a deep breath, and his soul power began to surge throughout his body.

A scorching heat burst forth from his body, and the temperature in the air suddenly rose by more than ten degrees.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

A loud shout.

Ma Hongjun's body began to change.