Douluo: Poisonous Tongue, Loves Telling the Truth

"The Soul Fighting Arena match begins!"

As the words fell, the two figures in the arena completed their Martial Soul Avatar in an instant.

Ink-like shadows stained Xia Ran's white robes. As his soul power circulated, his short hair fluttered without a breeze, making his golden pupils appear even more demonic.

This scene drew a roar of cheers from the audience; every time they watched Xia Ran activate his Martial Soul, it was a visual treat—it was simply too perfect!

[First Soul Skill: Shadow Armor]

[Fourth Soul Skill: Clone]

Without waiting for his opponent to strike, Xia Ran drew his long blade. Three figures lunged forward, launching attacks from different directions.

Huyan Shun's Martial Soul was the Diamond Mammoth, a natural counter to agility-type soul masters like Xia Ran.

As he entered his Martial Soul Avatar, all the fat on his body instantly hardened, forming a natural defensive barrier.

[First Soul Skill: Copper Wall and Iron Bastion]

A shield of soul power was raised in Huyan Shun's hand. Xia Ran had counted on this move only being able to defend one direction, which was why he had summoned two clones from the start.

However, Xia Ran still dared not be careless. As a Soul King from one of the Seven Great Sects, it was impossible for him to expose his weaknesses so easily.

"Slash!"

Sure enough, just as the two slashes from behind were about to land on him, Huyan Shun's eyes turned fierce, and his aura erupted violently.

"Hmph! Does a piece of trash like you deserve to challenge someone of a higher rank?"

[Third Soul Skill: Pressure Kill]

A tyrannical force expanded instantly with Huyan Shun at the center. It was somewhat similar to Zhao Wuji's gravity domain, but it was clear that this Pressure Kill was far more offensive.

The two clones were instantly annihilated, and Xia Ran hurriedly unleashed his second soul skill to evade the damage.

[Second Soul Skill: Shadow Escape]

The Pressure Kill lost its target and gradually expanded to the edge of the arena.

One had to admit that disciples of the Seven Great Sects possessed extremely rich combat experience.

He had actually lured his enemy in, using his own weakness to set a trap.

"Brother, do you think Xia Ran can win?"

Xiao Wu was shocked by what she had just seen; she hadn't expected a battle between Soul Kings to be so intense from the very first strike.

If she were the one in the arena instead of Xia Ran, that Pressure Kill would have definitely been a guaranteed hit.

"Of course he can't win. Teacher once said that the higher a soul master's level, the greater the gap created by every single rank."

Tang San had become increasingly superstitious about Yu Xiaogang's theories these days, to the point where he felt compelled to preface every sentence with "Teacher said."

Although the combat techniques Xia Ran displayed in the arena made him look at him with newfound respect, "Teacher said" that soul power level suppressed everything.

"Xia Ran is a mere Soul Ancestor, yet he dares to dream of defeating a level 54 Soul King. He is simply too arrogant."

"Hmph~ 'Mere Soul Ancestor,' do you even have a clue about your own strength?"

Ning Rongrong had been eating Xia Ran's cooking every morning lately, and seeing him being intentionally slandered, she couldn't help but snap back.

"You..."

"Heh, you drag Zhu Zhuqing to run over to Xia Ran's place every morning, and now that I say a few words about him, you're unhappy? Don't tell me you two have already..."

"That's right! So what? I'm happy to!"

Previously, Ning Rongrong had wanted to drag Xiao Wu along to get free meals, but Tang San had refused.

His reason was that Xia Ran didn't look like a good person at first glance; he usually dressed like a gentleman, but the moment he activated his Martial Soul, his true nature was exposed.

In the arena, in just under five minutes, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows.

Logically speaking, an agility-type soul master like Xia Ran should have been suppressed by Huyan Shun's Diamond Mammoth Martial Soul.

But the Black Blade was made of an unknown material, and in Xia Ran's hands, it was actually able to pierce through the Soul King's defenses. Huyan Shun now had several gruesome wounds on his body.

However, in the process, Xia Ran had also taken a solid punch directly to his calf, which cost him his speed advantage.

"Kid, let's see how you dodge this!"

[Fifth Soul Skill: Madness Annihilation]

The black ten-thousand-year soul ring pulsed. Huyan Shun's height, which was already nearly two and a half meters, surged once more, reaching about three meters.

"It's over!"

Chapter 13: Ten-Thousand-Year Fifth Soul Skill

Having lost his speed advantage, Xia Ran could only use Void to neutralize the fierce attacks, but the duration of the soul skill was bound to be short.

Huyan Shun in the arena swung his fists wildly, kicking up clouds of dust; he looked like a moving mountain.

His fifth soul ring came from a Berserk Rhinoceros. Activating the soul skill increased his own strength and defense attributes by 100% for one minute, after which he would enter a weakened state.

"Damn it! The Void is about to end!"

As a thousand-year soul skill, the effect of Void was already heaven-defying, but its drawback was that it could not be maintained for long.

Once the speed of an agility-type soul master is restricted, their defeat can be considered a foregone conclusion.

In his desperation, Xia Ran summoned his Clone once more, hoping to obstruct his opponent's line of sight.

[Clone]

"Hahaha, trying to use a clone to stall for time? It's useless!"

[Pressure Kill]

Drawing from his previous combat experience, the moment the two clones were summoned, before they could even disperse, they were crushed by the immense power of Huyan Shun.

Seeing that his prey had nowhere left to retreat, he wore a crazed expression, pressing forward step by step.

"Hmph! Overestimating yourself! A mere Soul Ancestor dares to challenge me!"

Immediately, Huyan Shun looked at the figure who had retreated to the very edge of the arena, gathered all his soul power, and slammed his fist down.

"Ah!"

In the spectator stands, Xiao Wu could not bear to watch what was about to happen and covered her eyes with her hands.

Beside her, Tang San curled his lips, letting out a scornful laugh.

"What an arrogant fellow. As the teacher said, defense-type soul masters completely counter agility-type soul masters."

"For Xia Ran to dare a cross-rank challenge like this, he is simply courting death."

Zhu Zhuqing was also extremely nervous at this moment; would that figure, who seemed invincible in her heart, truly be defeated here?

As for Ning Rongrong, she remained silent, staring fixedly at Huyan Shun's feet.

The crowd in the stands widened their eyes; they loved witnessing such bloody scenes.

"So exciting! So exciting!"

"This is what a Soul Fighting Arena match should be! It's even more satisfying than those life-and-death duels!"

They had already anticipated the sound of bones shattering under the heavy blow and the sight of flesh being mangled.

The fist, the size of a washbasin, descended. As expected, the black-clad figure was embedded directly into the Soul Fighting Arena, and the ground began to crack inch by inch, centered on the two of them.

Huyan Shun had used 90% of his remaining soul power; it was a desperate, all-or-nothing strike.

After a punch like this, even a healing-type Soul Douluo would be unable to save him.

"Die!"

The immense force kicked up a massive cloud of dust across the Soul Fighting Arena, maximizing the visual impact to the point where even the announcer in the air could not see the situation on the field.

When the dust settled, everyone looked curiously toward the Soul Fighting Arena, but only Huyan Shun stood in the center.

The effect of his fifth soul skill had ended, and the soul power he had left was only enough to maintain his Martial Soul Avatar; he was no longer capable of releasing any other soul skills.

At this moment, Huyan Shun was panting like an ox, and the corners of his mouth, which had been curled in a wild grin, gradually stiffened.

Because, for some reason, he could no longer sense Xia Ran's presence anywhere in the entire arena.

"Where is he?"

Just as everyone was filled with confusion, Huyan Shun's shadow began to twist in a bizarre fashion.

The black-clad youth erupted into motion, raising his blade with both hands and slashing upward from below.

"Swish~"

Blood sprayed from his arteries, drenching the black figure.

The youth with the blade was like a demon god, with black and red intertwined to create a demonic feast, save for those golden eyes that shone brilliantly amidst the filth.

"You... why?"

Huyan Shun felt his body grow light, losing his sense of balance, and then he saw his own arm lying on the ground.

He widened his eyes, looking at Xia Ran in disbelief, his face filled with terror.

Zhu Zhuqing could no longer maintain her calm expression and gasped aloud.

"How did he do that!"

Clearly, those fists had already struck Xia Ran; why did he suddenly disappear!

Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes were filled with shock, yet they also contained a yearning for such strength.

If only she could be that strong as well...

"Huyan Shun hit a clone. The real body was among those two fakes from before. He must have used a soul skill to hide himself the moment the other clone dissipated."

A strange voice reached everyone's ears, and the gazes of the others from Shrek converged on this person.

The speaker was an old man with white hair and a white beard, possessing sword-like brows and star-bright eyes. Every movement he made revealed a sharp sword intent, and his temperament was otherworldly.

"Grandpa Sword?"

Ning Rongrong was the first to turn back, her delicate little face filled with excitement and joy.

She threw herself straight into the old man's arms.