Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Davis's face darkened completely.

On the arena, Lin Wan made her move.

With the blessing of the Mirage Sea, his speed and stealth reached their peak.

Like a sovereign amidst pink mist, he appeared silently behind the agility-based Soul Master whose spirit had already collapsed.

Without using any offensive soul skills, he simply stretched out his hand, his fingertips surrounded by a faint pink halo, and gently touched the back of his neck.

First Soul Skill: Mind Control!

Contact, start!

The agility-type Soul Master's body stiffened abruptly, the fear in his eyes instantly replaced by confusion, and then he collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

Lin Wan didn't even glance at him. Her figure merged back into the mist, and the next moment, she appeared to the side of Jin Chuan, who was frantically attacking the air.

Although Jin Chuan was trapped in an illusion, the Golden Crocodile King's powerful instincts made him sense a sense of danger. He suddenly turned his head, and his dark golden claws, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, grabbed at Lin Wan.

However, Lin Wan neither dodged nor avoided. Her second spirit ring flashed, and a clone appeared in place to meet Jin Chuan's claws.

"Oh!"

The clone shattered, turning into a mist of light, further interfering with Jin Chuan's perception.

Lin Wan's true form appeared as if by teleportation at the spot where Jin Chuan had made a mistake due to the attack.

The fingertip tapped out again.

First Soul Skill: Mind Control!

Jin Chuan's massive body trembled violently, and the phantom of the Golden Crocodile King let out a resentful roar before suddenly dissipating.

The madness and rage in his eyes were replaced by emptiness. He remained frozen in place, claws outstretched, like a golden statue.

In the blink of an eye, the Spirit Hall lost two more generals!

Only Qian Heng remained on the field, still struggling against the illusion with his powerful soul power at the Soul King level and his unwavering will.

However, his soul power was being consumed at a rate far exceeding normal, and his spirit was being constantly bombarded by various illusions, leaving him teetering on the brink of collapse.

He couldn't see his teammates' condition, but he could feel their presence fading away one by one.

An unprecedented sense of isolation and crisis enveloped him.

"Lin Wan! Come out! Fight me head-on!"

Qian Heng roared and wildly swung his dragon-coiled staff, stirring up the surrounding pink mist, but it was all in vain.

His answer came from Lin Wan's hand, which emerged from the mist behind him like a ghost.

Chapter 212 Rewards

Qian Heng was, after all, a Soul King, with extremely strong combat instincts. At the last moment, he suddenly turned around and smashed the Panlong Staff behind him with the power to shatter the earth.

But what he hit was still just a rapidly shattering clone.

Lin Wan's true form, as if without substance, slid out from the shadows of the mist on the side. The deadly pink light at her fingertips gently pressed against his wrist, which was holding the Panlong Staff, to his horrified gaze.

It feels slightly cool to the touch.

Qian Heng's every movement froze instantly.

The defiance, anger, and horror in his eyes receded like the tide, leaving only a blank and helpless look.

He seemed to see himself standing in the Papal Palace, receiving a personal award from His Holiness the Pope—the glory he had always dreamed of…

Lin Wan looked at Qian Heng, who was standing frozen in place, and slowly withdrew her hand.

He didn't throw Qian Heng off the stage; he just stood there quietly.

As he withdrew his soul power, the pink mist that filled the arena began to slowly dissipate.

When the last wisp of mist dissipated, and the scene on the arena was clearly revealed to everyone, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

The entire Spirit Hall Academy team, including Soul King Qian Heng, was either lying unconscious on the ground or standing frozen in place with vacant eyes, clearly having lost their fighting ability.

On the Tiandou Royal Academy team side, although everyone was injured, and Yu Tianqing and Yan Xin were almost exhausted, Lin Wan still stood there, her face a little pale, but her breathing was still relatively stable.

The outcome is decided.

The silence lasted for about two or three seconds, after which a deafening cheer suddenly erupted from the area where the Heavenly Dou Empire delegation was located.

In stark contrast to the jubilation of the Tian Dou delegation was the deathly silence of the Xing Luo delegation and the disbelief on the faces of many members of the Spirit Hall.

The referee took a deep breath, strode onto the arena, carefully checked the condition of the Spirit Hall team members, and after confirming that they had all lost consciousness or were unable to fight, finally raised his arm high and used his spirit power to amplify his voice throughout the arena:

"The final is over! The winner is the Heaven Dou Royal Academy team! The champion of this Continental Elite Soul Master Academy Tournament is the Heaven Dou Royal Academy!"

Yu Tianqing let out a heavy sigh of relief and exchanged a glance with Yan Xin beside him. They both saw immense joy and relief in each other's eyes.

Ye Qing supported herself as she walked towards the direction where Ning Zetian and Song Yi had been carried away, a smile appearing on her face.

Lin Wan stood in the center of the arena, listening to the cheers around her. Her expression remained unchanged, but she slightly raised her head and looked towards the highest stand, where Pope Bibi Dong was located.

Bibi Dong had stood up at some point.

She stood on the edge of the high stands, looking down at the arena below, looking down at Lin Wan.

That exquisitely beautiful yet dignified face revealed no emotion, and its deep purple eyes were as unfathomable as a frozen pool, making it impossible to discern any thought in its heart.

The noise in the entire stadium subsided considerably the moment she stood up.

All eyes were instinctively drawn to this woman at the pinnacle of power on the continent.

She looked at Lin Wan for a few seconds, then slowly spoke, her voice carrying clearly throughout the entire area through her soul power, with an undeniable calm and majesty:

"Congratulations, Heaven Dou Royal Academy team. Your strength and will are worthy of this honor."

As her voice faded, the arena fell completely silent, with only her voice echoing in the background.

Bibi Dong's gaze swept over the remaining members of the Tian Dou team, finally settling on Lin Wan.

"As champions, you will receive a reward from the Spirit Hall," she continued.

"The reward for the champion team is: one soul tool for each member. In addition, the Spirit Hall will send experts to assist each member of your team in hunting down a soul beast that is no more than 30,000 years old and obtaining its soul ring."

As Bibi Dong's voice faded, the arena fell silent for a moment before erupting into even more enthusiastic discussions and cheers.

Soul-guided devices are used to hunt soul beasts that are no more than 30,000 years old.

These two rewards are undoubtedly the most coveted prizes for ordinary Soul Masters.

A suitable soul tool can be of great use at critical moments, and a 30,000-year soul ring is a luxury that many soul masters can never reach in their entire lives.

However, this reward, which would make countless people envious, did not cause much of a stir among the members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy team.

Yu Tianqing rubbed his still slightly numb arm, grinned, and said nothing.

As a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, would he lack soul tools? Would he worry about high-limit soul rings?

The things his family prepared for him would only be better than this.

Yan Xin, panting heavily, wiped the sweat from his face. His eyes still held the excitement of battle, and he didn't seem to care much about the reward.

He was more concerned about whether he enjoyed the head-on fight with Jin Chuan.

Ye Qing supported the exhausted Song Yi, her mind entirely focused on her teammate's injuries.

Ning Zetian, who came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, has seen all sorts of good things.

Although he was eliminated early, he was now being treated by the sect's support soul masters, and his complexion had regained some color. He had a polite smile on his face when it came to the reward, but his eyes remained calm and undisturbed.

They fought with all their might, shedding blood and sweat, not for these things.

They did it all for the badge of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy on their chests, and to stand on the highest podium and hear the referee announce that they were the champions.

It was all for the glory of crushing Xingluo and defeating the Spirit Hall.

Lin Wan stood at the front of the group, her face pale from the depletion of her soul power, but she stood ramrod straight.

He listened to the thunderous cheers around him, and looked at Bibi Dong's emotionless face on the high platform, but his heart remained unmoved.

Compared to these things, what he cares about is how much prestige this victory will bring him.

The award ceremony proceeded quickly. A cardinal from the Spirit Hall personally handed out the soul tools, which were displayed on trays, to each of them.

Then the cardinal spoke up: "Regarding the hunting of soul beasts, you can use this token to go to any of the Martial Soul Main Halls at any time, and we will arrange for two Soul Saint-level experts to assist you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he handed over several tokens engraved with the Spirit Hall's mark.

Yu Tianqing took the token, weighed it in his hand, and then stuffed it into his soul tool.

Most other people had similar reactions.

After the ceremony, the Tian Dou team slowly walked off the stage under the watchful eyes of countless people.

Yu Tianqing and Yan Xin supported each other, still excitedly discussing the details of the match they had just played.

Ye Qing carefully took care of Song Yi. Ning Zetian had already been taken away by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Lin Wan lagged behind, her steps unhurried.

On the high platform, Bibi Dong had already sat back on her throne, her gaze calmly fixed on the distance.

The outcome of this final, and the fate of these geniuses, were nothing more than an insignificant spectacle to her.

Chapter 213 Conferring of Titles

Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, walked over with just the right amount of satisfaction and excitement on her face. She patted Lin Wan on the shoulder and said, "You've worked hard, Lin Wan. You have won unparalleled glory for the empire."

Lin Wan nodded slightly in response.

"Father will be overjoyed to hear the news," Xue Qinghe continued, his tone gentle.

"We have already arranged carriages, and we will return to Tiandou City in a few days. You should rest well first."

"Mm," Lin Wan responded, without saying anything more.

In the following days, Wuhun City remained lively, but for the Tiandou team, whose competition had already ended, the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

Unable to bear the loneliness, Yu Tianqing and Yan Xin went out to stroll around the market in Wuhun City.

Ye Qing stayed with Song Yi to help her recover from her injuries. Ning Zetian, on the other hand, was taken by the elders of his sect to visit some old friends in Martial Soul City.