Poison Douluo? Even If He Hit My Teacher, He Had to Pay

"Ling Yun, come back! He's Poison Douluo. You can't handle him." Liu Erlong forced herself upright, but when she saw Ling Yun keep walking forward, she panicked.

Dugu Bo laughed in disbelief. A brat without even a fourth Soul Ring dared act so arrogant in front of him?

"I hit your teacher. What are you going to do about it? Make me apologize?"

Ling Yun raised his head. "You struck her once. I'll strike you back."

The smile faded from Dugu Bo's face. "You? With what?"

As his words fell, Greninja's figure appeared behind Ling Yun, then merged into his body.

Yellow, purple, purple. Three Soul Rings rose in sequence.

Water spread rapidly from beneath Ling Yun's feet, soon covering the forest floor in a shallow pool.

Dugu Bo glanced at the Soul Ring Configuration, and his brow lifted slightly.

"A thousand-year Second Soul Ring? No wonder you're so arrogant."

Ling Yun did not answer. His First Soul Ring lit up.

Water Shadow Clone. Five Ling Yuns scattered at once, taking positions in different directions.

Then his Second Soul Ring lit up. Water Shuriken began forming in the hands of all five figures.

Dugu Bo finally gave them a second look. "Interesting."

But only a little. The gap in their levels remained. No matter how flashy the technique, it meant nothing before absolute power.

Dugu Bo raised his right hand, and dark green Soul Power gathered in his palm.

Liu Erlong's expression changed. "Ling Yun, don't take it head-on!"

She knew all too well how terrifying a casual strike from a Titled Douluo could be. Even she, a Soul Saint, had lasted only one move.

If Ling Yun, a Level 40 Soul Ancestor, met it head-on, there could be only one outcome.

Ling Yun knew that too, so he had no intention of doing it. Five Water Shuriken flew out together, streaking toward Dugu Bo from different angles.

Dugu Bo did not even dodge. Green Soul Power burst from his body. The first two Water Shuriken exploded into spray, while the remaining three were forced off course and skimmed past his clothes into the trees.

The gulf between them was enough to crush anyone's hope. But those Water Shuriken had never been what Ling Yun was waiting for.

The instant the spray hit the ground, his Third Soul Ring lit up.

Wave Treading!

All five figures moved at once. They were so fast that even Tang San, with his Purple Demon Eye active, could barely make out their blurred trails. Using the water spread across the ground, they shifted position again and again, their paths utterly unpredictable.

Dugu Bo frowned. "Flashy tricks. Not worth a single blow."

Green Soul Power swept out again. Bang! One water shadow burst apart, followed by a second, then a third.

Dugu Bo destroyed four clones in succession, but the last Ling Yun had already kicked off a tree trunk and was diving straight at him from above.

There was no Water Shuriken in his hand.

Only a fist.

Dugu Bo did not move his feet. He merely raised one hand.

Bang!

Fist met palm.

Ling Yun felt as though he had punched a mountain. The shock numbed his entire arm.

Dugu Bo did not budge. "Brat, is that the strike you promised me?"

Ling Yun grinned.

"What's the rush?"

A pink tongue scarf suddenly whipped out from behind his shoulder.

Its target was not Dugu Bo.

It was the tree beside him.

The tongue scarf wrapped tight around the trunk. Ling Yun used it to swing away, rapidly opening a gap of more than ten meters.

Dugu Bo understood now. The brat had never thought he could win in a direct fight. The clones, flying blades, speed, and tongue scarf had all been tests of his reactions.

"You've got nerve, and you're not stupid. But you're too weak. I have no time to play with you." Dugu Bo's tone was flat.

He raised his hand. This time, the green Soul Power around him grew visibly thicker. Plants that touched the mist began to wither before their eyes.

Tang San's heart sank. Poison! And far beyond what an ordinary Soul Master could withstand.

Ignoring her injuries, Liu Erlong shouted again, "Ling Yun, fall back!"

Ling Yun did not retreat. He looked down at the water beneath his feet. In all his years training with Greninja, the first thing he had learned was speed.

Later, he had learned to adapt. But Liu Erlong had always told him one thing: a true Agility Attack System fighter did not just run.

What if speed was useless against an enemy? Then he had to find a way to turn the enemy's strength into his own.

To do that, Ling Yun had trained in the academy lake for two full years, using water to shed force and turning an opponent's strength against them.

And finally, sending that power back.

Ling Yun took a deep breath and slowly spread his feet.

The water around him, still a moment ago, began to rotate with him at its center.

Dugu Bo looked a little surprised by the movement.

"Still not leaving? I told you I'd strike back."

Ling Yun raised his head. "Why would I leave before I've done it?"

The last trace of amusement vanished from Dugu Bo's eyes. "Then take this."

He thrust out his palm. Dark green Soul Power became a vicious snake that tore through the forest toward Ling Yun. Before it even reached him, the force of its Soul Power pressed the water apart on both sides.

Tang San's face drained of color. "Dodge!"

Ling Yun did not move, but the water did. His First Soul Ring lit up, and three water shadows appeared. Instead of rushing Dugu Bo, they overlapped with Ling Yun himself.

Then he stretched both arms forward. Water spiraled along them, forming a shield that spun without pause.

The serpent struck it head-on.

Boom!

The water shield burst apart. Ling Yun slid back several meters, pain tearing through his arms. Blood ran from his wrists into the water.

Liu Erlong had gone pale. "Enough! Ling Yun!"

But Ling Yun gritted his teeth and held on, because he felt it.

The other man's power was absurdly strong, yet the spinning water was changing its course bit by bit.

He could not withstand it head-on for even a second. But what if he did not try to stop it?

Divert it. Let it follow the water. Ling Yun twisted sharply at the waist, and all the water beneath his feet changed direction with him.

At last, Dugu Bo's casual expression shifted. He could clearly feel that the Soul Power he had unleashed had not all exploded on impact. The brat had actually diverted part of it.

"What is that?"

Ling Yun had no breath to answer. His arms were already trembling. The power carried by the water far exceeded his current limits. If he dragged this out, he would be the first to break.

So it was time to return the strike.

"Self-Created Soul Skill: Heaven and Earth Reversal!"

Ling Yun snapped his hands together.

The surrounding water surged wildly toward his palms.

His Second Soul Ring flared blindingly bright, and a Water Shuriken took shape.

This time, it was far larger than any he had made before.

One meter.

Two meters.

The spinning water blade gave off a piercing hum. Leaves that drifted near it were shredded in an instant.

It held not only Ling Yun's own Soul Power, but also part of the force he had just wrested aside.

Dugu Bo finally dropped his disdain. "Using my own power?"

Ling Yun was breathing hard, and several cuts had split the skin of his arms. Yet he was still smiling.

"Got it right. No prize."

He thrust both hands forward. The enormous Water Shuriken flew free, its wake forcing the water on the ground apart.

Trees shook violently. The blue flying blade shrieked through the air toward Dugu Bo.

Ling Yun stood behind it and finally let out the words he had been holding back. "Old Poison! Have a taste of your own strike!"