Battle with Poison Douluo

Poison Douluo watched Han Bing speak so casually.

He looked Han Bing up and down. The boy was young, yet he wasn't the least bit afraid to face him. "Who are you?"

Han Bing's lips curled. Back at the Worship Hall, he usually trained against the various elders.

He was now a Soul Ancestor at level 40.

He had trained his Haki to the intermediate level.

If I use all my strength, along with the power of my Devil Fruit, could I fight this bottom-rung Titled Douluo?

Han Bing smiled, planning to spar with Poison Douluo, and replied, "I'm Han Bing. Greetings, Poison Douluo!"

"Han Bing?"

Poison Douluo thought for a moment. He had never heard of him. The Spirit Hall had never publicized Han Bing, so aside from people within the Spirit Hall, hardly anyone on the continent knew that Han Bing was the Fifth Elder's personal disciple.

He smiled faintly.

"I've never heard of you. You're a Soul Master, too, aren't you? Tell me, why did you take my flowers and plants? If your reason is reasonable, I'll let you off this time!"

Hearing this, Han Bing quickly replied, "Senior Poison Douluo, didn't I already explain? I just thought the flowers and plants were beautiful, so I took them. I've always liked collecting flowers and plants!"

Poison Douluo snorted.

"Boy, do you take me for a fool? Since you insist, I'll make you tell me the truth yourself!"

Poison Douluo summoned his Martial Soul. The green venomous snake opened its jaws, about to swallow Han Bing whole.

But Han Bing only smiled faintly.

It's been ages since I showed my true strength. Let me enjoy myself for once.

Han Bing summoned his Second Martial Soul, and his body transformed into icy mist. Then he unleashed his Conqueror's Haki and struck with an Ice Fist.

He locked it against the venomous snake's gaping jaws.

Poison Douluo was shocked. He carefully sensed Han Bing's Soul Power and found it was only at level 40. Although he hadn't used a Soul Skill, this kid had actually managed to hold him off.

His lips curled into a slow smile.

"Not bad, kid. But you're only a Soul Ancestor, and you dare fight me? Fine. I'll teach you a lesson and show you what it means to know your place."

As he finished speaking, his First Soul Ring flashed. He said coolly, "First Soul Skill: Jade Phosphorus Poison Mist!"

Poison Douluo's Martial Soul immediately spewed a cloud of jade-green poison, which surged toward Han Bing.

Han Bing didn't panic. He summoned his Candy Spirit, and four Soul Rings flashed. He used his Fourth Soul Skill, producing an Antidote Candy, which he popped into his mouth.

Poison Douluo's poison had no effect on him.

Poison Douluo was stunned to discover that Han Bing had Twin Martial Souls.

What was more, his Soul Rings were astounding: his Second Soul Ring was already a thousand years old, and his Fourth Soul Ring was ten thousand years old.

Poison Douluo quickly withdrew his Martial Soul. A talent like this clearly had powerful backing, so he changed his tune and asked, "Han Bing, who are you really? How can you have such incredible talent?"

Han Bing smiled faintly. Caught up in the excitement, he immediately unleashed the power he had developed from his Devil Fruit.

He threw a punch, and the ice formed a gigantic fist that hurtled toward Poison Douluo.

Conqueror's Haki coiled around it.

"Poison Douluo, have some fun with me, and I'll tell you!"

Poison Douluo's Jade Phosphorus Poison Snake opened its jaws and shattered the Ice Fist in one bite. Then he said, "Han Bing, you may be exceptionally talented, but you're still only a Soul Ancestor. How dare you show such disrespect to your elders? I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your family!"

As he finished, his Seventh Soul Ring lit up. He shouted, "Martial Soul Avatar!"

A gigantic green snake rose from the ground, and the force of its Soul Power shook the entire Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Han Bing smiled. His Observation Haki sensed that his master was still nearby, watching him.

Looks like he's letting me enjoy myself.

All right, then. I'll fight with everything I've got.

Han Bing shouted, "Ice Age!"

Ice surged up around his feet, and the freezing force struck in an instant, encasing Poison Douluo in ice.

But Poison Douluo was a Titled Douluo, after all. He broke free almost immediately and said furiously, "Boy, if I accidentally kill you, don't blame me! Eighth Soul Skill: Ten Thousand Poisons Spirit Release!"

Han Bing's Observation Haki sensed that the skill had a powerful effect on the mind, so he quickly sealed his own senses in ice.

Then he immediately infused his Ice Fist with Conqueror's Haki and sent it flying toward Poison Douluo.

Poison Douluo merged with his Martial Soul and met Han Bing head-on.

To his astonishment, Han Bing was able to fight him to a standstill.

His Soul Power was incredibly domineering, and every punch carried an immense force of intimidation.

Is this boy really a Soul Ancestor?

As he fought Han Bing, Poison Douluo's entire worldview was turned upside down.

Could there really be a genius like this in the world?

Looking at Han Bing's excited expression, he suddenly understood. There was no one his age who could match such a genius.

And no one could match him when it came to fighting above one's level, either.

Han Bing's face was beaming. There wasn't a trace of fear at facing a Titled Douluo; he was simply thrilled to finally fight at full strength.

"Hahaha! What a thrill!"

Poison Douluo smiled calmly. He no longer cared about Han Bing's motives.

With talent like this, Han Bing could become the greatest person on the continent once he grew up. So Poison Douluo battled him to his heart's content.

The two fought for a day and a night.

Han Bing was exhilarated. Panting nonstop, he exclaimed, "Senior Poison Douluo, you're amazing! I had so much fun!"

Poison Douluo had no desire to keep fighting, either. He said, "Han Bing, you're the real monster here! Tell me, who are you? Would you be willing to join my clan? I'll give you my granddaughter's hand in marriage. She's a great beauty."

Han Bing gave a cold laugh, but before he could speak, a figure even shorter than him walked over.

It was Guang Ling Douluo. He said slowly, "Poison Douluo, you're trying to steal my disciple?"

When Poison Douluo saw that it was the Spirit Hall's Fifth Elder, he immediately understood. This incredible genius before him actually belonged to the Spirit Hall.

Han Bing saw that his strength had won Poison Douluo over, so he promptly said, "Senior Poison Douluo, how about this: join the Spirit Hall, and I'll consider your granddaughter!"

Poison Douluo was stunned and didn't answer for a moment.

Guang Ling Douluo instantly revealed his nine Soul Rings. Terrifying Soul Power swept over them as he said coolly, "My disciple asked you a question, Poison Douluo!"

When Poison Douluo saw that Guang Ling Douluo's Soul Power had reached level 97, he was dumbstruck. He nodded at once.

With a genius like Han Bing in the Spirit Hall, they would surely spare no effort in cultivating him. If things continued this way, the continent would surely belong to the Spirit Hall.

So he said, "Fine. I'm willing to join the Spirit Hall!"

Han Bing nodded, and Guang Ling Douluo said, "Poison Douluo, in that case, report to the Spirit Hall tomorrow. Oh, and don't look for Bibi Dong. Go see the Seventh Elder, Jiang Mo Douluo!"

Poison Douluo nodded. "Yes!"

Han Bing hadn't expected to gain so much from this trip. He smiled happily and was about to leave when Poison Douluo called out, "Han Bing, think about my granddaughter, all right?"