Throwing the Match

"Fors, what's going on? Isn't that Ao Wuchang your subordinate? Why is he looking at Fusheng with such a bitter and resentful expression?"

Amidst the clamor of the Spectator, Xu Xiaoyan gently nudged Fors beside her, her voice filled with barely concealed worry.

"I don't know either."

Fors's brows furrowed slightly, and a rare hint of confusion crossed her usually languid and refined face.

That shouldn't be the case; Ao Wuchang should know Nan Fusheng's identity.

Before the match even started, Ao Wuchang called her specifically, solemnly stating, "I will definitely present a spectacular battle to Lady Fors."

But now, looking at Nan Fusheng surrounded by three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast below, she couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that Ao Wuchang had been chosen to betray her?

The thought had barely crossed her mind when Fors suppressed it. But upon further reflection, she realized it wasn't entirely impossible.

After all, Ao Wuchang was a follower who only submitted after being subdued by force, not "one of our own." The loyalty of someone won over through intimidation is truly questionable.

Seeing Xu Xiaoyan's worry, Fors gently comforted her, "Xiaoyan, don't worry, Fusheng is quite capable; he won't get into trouble so easily."

Despite lingering doubts about Ao Wuchang's unusual behavior, Fors never had any doubt about Nan Fusheng's abilities.

Even using only the abilities of Spirit Master, no Spirit Master could truly harm him in the slightest during this Martial Arts Matchmaking Convention husband.

Fate- related ability: "World Harmony" is an extremely overpowered ability.

On the dueling platform, the roars of the three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast caused the air to tremble slightly, and the powerful Soul Power surged towards Nan Fusheng like a tangible wave.

Among the three Soul Beast, the 100,000 -Golden Lion Mastiff has the most intimidating aura, followed by the Jade Phoenix, and finally the Hundred-Thousand-Year Wolf Emperor.

"Superior."

Ao Wuchang stood atop the head of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Wolf Emperor and issued a command.

The spectators present all paled. It must be understood that even with today's highly developed Spirit Master system, the power of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast still stands at the very top of the pyramid.

If an ordinary Titled Douluo were not wearing Battle Armor, in terms of raw strength alone, he would have no chance against a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, let alone three of them gathered together, including a peerless Ferocious Beast like the Golden Lion Mastiff.

With such a lineup, even Super Douluo wearing Three-word Battle Armor would be easily defeated.

"Aww!"

The Wolf Emperor was the first to respond to the command, opening its mouth to let out a sharp roar. Its jet-black fur suddenly stood on end, each hair becoming as hard as iron, gleaming with a cold obsidian luster, like black Crystal spears ready to be Momentum Accumulation.

Its body was slightly hunched, and the next second it pounced towards Nan Fusheng like a Black Lightning. This pounce seemed simple and direct, but it contained an extremely ingenious calculation.

The arena was already limited in space, and the Wolf Emperor's pounce almost completely blocked all possible angles for dodging. Nan Fusheng seemed to be firmly locked in place, with very few places left for him to move and dodge.

At the same time, the black domain beneath the Wolf Emperor's feet spread out, causing black light to rise around it, and black runes, as black as ink, Bind it.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's Innate Domain: Wraith Entanglement!

All creatures killed by the Wolf Emperor become part of its domain, and when it attacks, it Bind the enemy, a powerful ability that attacks both the body and soul simultaneously, making it impossible to defend against.

"Bring it on."

Faced with this powerful and deadly attack, Nan Fusheng showed no panic. His Soul Power circulated within him, and his right hand made a grasping motion, conjuring a longsword formed from various elements. He did not choose to dodge but decided to meet the attack head-on.

Almost the instant the Elemental Sword was fully formed, a soft white halo appeared above Nan Fusheng's head. The halo slowly rotated, emanating an indescribable aura of peace. "World Harmony" was activated.

If you can't kill me, you'll be the one who suffers!

"Bang!"

A muffled, loud bang exploded on the arena as the tip of the Elemental Sword clashed violently with the Wolf Emperor's claws, which gleamed with black crystal.

In an instant, a terrifying energy shockwave spread outwards, causing the ground to crack and develop spiderweb-like patterns.

However, a shocking scene unfolded— the Wolf Emperor's unstoppable pounce was abruptly halted by an invisible force at the moment of impact.

Immediately afterwards, its massive body seemed to be hit by a huge backlash, and like Soul Cannon Shell being fired, it was violently pushed backward and crashed heavily into the Soul Guidance Shield at the edge of the arena with a loud "boom", causing the Energy Barrier to ripple violently.

The Wolf Emperor let out a painful whimper, clearly indicating that the backlash from this attack had caused it considerable harm.

"Roar--!"

Just as Nan Fusheng sent the Wolf Emperor flying, the Golden Lion Mastiff on the other side seized the fleeting opening, its massive body darting out like a golden lightning bolt, carrying an unparalleled force, and slammed down on Nan Fusheng's neck.

The power contained in this claw was terrifying; the claw tip even left a faint golden afterimage as it sliced through the air.

The claw-like wind howled towards him, but Nan Fusheng reacted extremely quickly, twisting his wrist to block the Elemental Sword horizontally in front of his chest.

"Clang!"

A crisp, metallic clang rang out, and a not-so-powerful force emanated from the sword, sending Nan Fusheng flying back more than ten meters before he regained his footing.

"This power..." Nan Fusheng's grip on the sword hilt loosened slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

In mid-air, the Jade Phoenix flapped its wings and let out a clear cry, the sound wave spreading out with a faint fluctuation of Soul Power.

Its wings suddenly flapped, and countless turquoise feathers hardened instantly under the stimulation of its Soul Power. The tips of the feathers gleamed with a cold light, and they condensed into shape like arrows Momentum Accumulation, shooting densely towards Nan Fusheng.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The sounds of intense collisions blended together. Nan Fusheng swiftly twisted his wrist, and the Elemental Sword drew exquisite arcs in front of him, with pale blue Soul Power swirling around it, forming an impenetrable defensive net.

The sharp feathers struck the defensive net and were all bounced off, landing on the ground with a crisp cracking sound. But his brows furrowed slightly, and the look of doubt in his eyes deepened.

Regardless of the strength of the Wolf Emperor from before, he was very clear about the true combat power of the Golden Lion Mastiff and the Jade Phoenix. As true Super Soul Beast, their power could not possibly be limited to this level.

The series of attacks just now, though seemingly fierce, were mostly just for show.

Nan Fusheng circulated his Soul Power and whispered, "Hey, you two are both Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Even if you're going to hold back, don't make it so obvious!"

The next second, a voice tinged with helplessness resounded in Nan Fusheng's mind. "I wasn't acting; the summoner restricted most of my power."

Another clear voice followed. "We were summoned by him through our Martial Soul. The moment we were summoned, we formed a strange contract with his Martial Soul. Unless the summoning is lifted, he can amplify or suppress us during the summoning period."

Indeed, the Golden Lion Mastiff is extremely rare, almost an ancient and endangered species, let alone one that is 100,000 years old.

The Ferocious Beast summoned by Ao Wuchang was none other than the one from the Dragon Valley Minor World. Even the Jade Phoenix in mid-air originated from the Dragon Valley Minor World.

What does this guy mean?

Nan Fusheng's mind raced, and his gaze towards Ao Wuchang became more probing—was this guy deliberately feigning weakness to lower his guard before launching a fatal attack?

Just as he was pondering, Ao Wuchang's voice suddenly rang out. The young man standing atop the Wolf Emperor's head pointed at Nan Fusheng opposite him and said loudly, "As expected of the Governor of Skysea City, I acknowledge your strength."

"Since participating in this Martial Arts Matchmaking Convention to find a husband, among all the opponents I have encountered, none have been able to push me to such a desperate situation as you have. I, Ao Wuchang, hereby declare you the 'strongest.'"

He paused, a glint of fervor flashing in his eyes. "Next, I will unleash my strongest power and settle this once and for all!"

"Ah?"

Looking at the Ao Wuchang in front of him, who seemed to be possessed by "Uchiha Madara", even Nan Fusheng, with his calm nature, couldn't help but feel speechless.

No, buddy. Just blocking a few attacks from three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, how come you're making it sound like the two of them have gone through a life-or-death battle of three hundred rounds?

Ao Wuchang Nan Fusheng's expression was solemn, and a subtle smile appeared on his lips. He took a deep breath, and his Soul Power suddenly surged. The Wolf Emperor, which had been perched at his feet, let out a deafening roar, and its body grew several feet larger under the infusion of Soul Power, with a faint Purple Black halo appearing on its fur.

The Jade Phoenix in mid-air and the Golden Lion Mastiff on the ground also became restless at the same time. Although their power was still suppressed, they had already assumed a posture of Momentum Accumulation to attack.

"Buzz--"

Ao Wuchang's Battle Armor suddenly lit up, and a complex pattern spread from his brow to his entire body, echoing the aura emanating from the three-headed Soul Beast.

The Soul Power between heaven and earth began to fluctuate violently, and an oppressive feeling far greater than before enveloped the entire arena like dark clouds.

"Come on." Nan Fusheng took a deep breath, and his Soul Power exploded without reservation. White light surged outwards like a tide, blasting away all the rubble on the ground.

The Elemental Sword hummed, and fine runes appeared on its blade, emanating a chilling aura.

Nan Fusheng had no intention of defending himself. In any case, after he was injured, "World Harmony" would automatically synchronize the damage to Ao Wuchang and then reflect the damage he received back to him.

If we were to describe it in the context of a game, each of the three Soul Beast — the Wolf Emperor, the Golden Lion Mastiff, and the Jade Phoenix —dealed with ten points of damage, for a total of thirty points of damage to Nan Fusheng.

Then, "World Harmony" will forcibly share these thirty points of damage as True Damage with Ao Wuchang and the Three-Headed Soul Beast.

Then, due to the properties of "World Harmony", Nan Fusheng can choose a person and reflect the thirty points of damage he receives onto that specific target, dealing a total of sixty points of damage.

The Spectator in the Spectator were already dumbfounded. The fact that the Governor of Skysea City could easily withstand the attack of three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was already awe-inspiring, but Ao Wuchang's sudden surge of aura made the atmosphere freeze instantly.

The surrounding Spectator instinctively held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two in the arena. Everyone knew that this duel was about to reach its true climax.

Ao Wuchang's eyes blazed with light, and his hands suddenly formed a hand seal. "Fusion - Myriad Beast Tribulation!"

As his words fell, the Wolf Emperor, the Golden Lion Mastiff, and the Jade Phoenix simultaneously erupted with dazzling light. Three different types of Soul Power soared into the air like three giant dragons, intertwining in mid-air to form a huge energy vortex.

Countless beastly figures could be vaguely seen roaring within the vortex, and a terrifying aura that seemed capable of devouring heaven and earth emanated from it.

"This ' Myriad Beast Tribulation ' is a move I created myself. It uses my power as a Titled Douluo, fuses the primordial Soul Power of three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast as a furnace, and condenses the spiritual essence of heaven and earth as fire. Only through the intertwining of these three powers can this ultimate strike be achieved! Today, I will show you what a true peak strike is!"

As Ao Wuchang performed his moves, he loudly explained the power of each one.

"Hiss~" Upon hearing his words, the Spectator gasped. They were not Spirit Master, so it was difficult for them to judge the strength of Soul Power attacks. They could only judge by the cool light and shadow effects.

Now, with Ao Wuchang's detailed explanation, even ordinary people who know nothing about the world of Spirit Master instantly understood the weight of this attack—the power of three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, combined with the full force of a Titled Douluo, its power was simply unimaginable.

Nan Fusheng's expression hardened, and he dared not be negligent in the slightest. He gripped the Elemental Sword with both hands and pushed his Soul Power to its limit.

"Kill!" Ao Wuchang shouted, and the energy vortex, carrying a world-destroying force, rushed towards Nan Fusheng.

Nan Fusheng's eyes were sharp as swords as he raised the Elemental Sword high. "Break!" Elemental power gathered on the sword to form a dazzling pillar of light, which slashed down to meet the energy vortex.

In an instant, two terrifying forces collided violently in the center of the arena. There was no earth-shattering roar, only utter silence.

"Boom!!!"

Then, a visible energy shockwave spread out from the point of impact, shaking the surrounding stands and causing the protective shields on the sidelines to ripple violently, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

Some Spectator closest to the ring were so frightened that their eyelids twitched, fearing that the protective shield might not be effective.

Fortunately, the Spirit Pagoda had taken precautions in advance, and its Soul Guidance Array operated at full capacity, successfully confining the aftershocks to the arena.

Who will win?

As the Energy Storm gradually subsided, the Spectator in the stands craned their necks and stood on tiptoe, their eyes eagerly searching the arena, wanting to see the final result of this earth-shattering duel.

On the arena, the once majestic three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had vanished without a trace, clearly having exhausted their power in the previous clash and been forcibly dispelled from their summoning. On the dust-filled arena, only two figures remained, facing each other from afar.

"Puff--"

A muffled thud shattered the brief silence. Ao Wuchang spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, which splattered onto the ground in front of him, blooming like tiny red plum blossoms.

He swayed, clearly at his last gasp, but his gaze toward Nan Fusheng held no resentment, only admiration and relief.

"Nan Fusheng..." Ao Wuchang spoke with all his might, his voice weak yet clearly carrying throughout the arena, "Your strength... is even greater than I imagined... I, Ao Wuchang... am utterly convinced..."

He took a deep breath, as if squeezing out the last bit of strength from his body, and declared loudly, "You have won this battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer hold on. His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground like Marionette with its strings cut, completely losing consciousness.

Although Nan Fusheng's clothes were slightly dirty, he was generally unharmed. Looking at the fallen Ao Wuchang, his lips twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but feel speechless: This Ao Wuchang actually threw the match so Light Element!