Dai Tianling
The Douluo Continent Youth Soul Master Tournament will be held at the Star Luo Grand Stadium.
With great excitement, led by Wu Changkong, the Shrek Academy students entered the grand arena.
The Star Luo Empire values martial arts, and even ordinary people are incredibly enthusiastic about watching Soul Master duels. As a result, this stadium, which can hold a total of 300,000 people, was already packed to capacity.
As soon as they entered, everyone was stunned by the deafening cheers from inside the stadium.
Arena are a total of 50 Competition Platform, each protected by Soul Guidance protective barrier. This not only prevents external interference but also protects spectators from being affected by the Soul Skill of the Soul Master.
"The competition format is a knockout tournament in the first round, with one match determining the winner, so everyone must give it their all and not be careless," Wu Changkong shouted, the cheers around him almost drowning out his voice.
"In addition to the two-on-two and seven-person team competitions, Tang Wulin also signed up for the one-on-one duel competition." He was lucky; out of 50 matches in the first round, he was one of the 100 participants.
"Go Wulin!"
Watching Tang Wulin get up and walk towards the Arena, Jiang Mingyuan couldn't help but cheer loudly for him.
Standing on the Arena and looking out into the distance, the cheers of more than 300,000 people in the circular stadium made Tang Wulin's heart boil with excitement.
On the other side of the Arena, Tang Wulin's opponent was a young man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. He was tall and had a mature demeanor despite his young age.
Tang Wulin's opponent was dressed in a blue robe. He stood upright with his left hand behind his back and his right hand outstretched forward, palm facing up.
"Ling Wuxie of the Tyrant Blade Sect, please!"
He spoke with a strong voice, clearly a leader among his peers.
"Shrek Academy, Tang Wulin."
Without putting on any airs, Tang Wulin's single sentence caused a stir among the people on the other side.
"So you're from the Shrek Academy. Heh, very well. My Ling Wuxie's broadsword has slain countless people. Today, you will become the first Shrek student to fall to my hand."
Tang Wulin ignored him. Since he arrived in Aolai City, he had encountered many opponents who made boastful remarks, but in the end, they all fell to his fists.
Jiang Mingyuan's encouraging words pierced through the obstacles and reached Tang Wulin's ears. What Tang Wulin had to do was to finish the battle in the fastest way possible.
Tang Wulin strode forward without even releasing his Soul Ring, which, in the eyes of Ling Wuxie and the spectators watching, was practically suicidal.
A glint of light flashed in Ling Wuxie's eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Two yellow and three purple Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet; for most people, this was already the optimal Soul Ring configuration.
A burst of silvery-white light suddenly appeared in his hand, and after the light faded, a large sword was tightly gripped in his palm.
It is named the Nine-Ring Silver Blade because it has nine rings hanging on its blade.
Ling Wuxie moved his feet, and his first and Second Soul Ring shone brightly at the same time. His aura surged instantly, and he charged directly at Tang Wulin. In his opinion, the person opposite him probably couldn't even withstand a single strike from him.
Tang Wulin suddenly quickened his pace, and his figure began to become ethereal; this was the Movement Technique he had learned in the Tang Sect.
Ling Wuxie stopped in his tracks. Tang Wulin's sudden surge in speed had exceeded his expectations. If he slashed at the opponent but missed, Tang Wulin would seize the opportunity.
"Hmph. Don't underestimate me. Fifth Soul Skill, Tyrant Blade Slash!"
Ling Wuxie spread his legs to stabilize his stance, and gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands simultaneously.
The fifth Soul Ring shone brightly, and a layer of silver-white light appeared on the blade. Ling Wuxie held the greatsword horizontally, and a silver-white crescent slash shot out.
This Tyrant Blade Slash has a unique characteristic: it expands as it travels along its path without diminishing its power.
Tang Wulin leaped up, dodging the attack. Ling Wuxie had been waiting for this opportunity; he seized the moment before Tang Wulin's feet touched the ground and swung his sword, intending to end the fight in one strike.
But Tang Wulin was not about to sit idly by and wait for his doom.
Instantly, the surging Bloodline Power erupted, and two extremely special Golden Soul Ring lit up, activating the Golden Dragon Body Golden Dragon Tyrant Body simultaneously. Tang Wulin directly extended his Golden Dragon Claw and forcefully grasped the blade of the Nine-Ring Silver Blade.
"How is that possible!"
Ling Wuxie's seriousness stemmed from two reasons: first, his surprise at Tang Wulin's unusual Soul Ring, and second, his shock at how easily Tang Wulin had withstood his attack.
His first and second Soul Skill are both self-amplification types, while his fifth Soul Skill, Tyrant Blade Slash, not only releases a crescent-shaped slash but also greatly enhances his physical attributes, which means he is currently under the amplification of three Soul Skill.
But what's wrong with Tang Wulin on the other side? The boost from those two Golden Soul Ring is actually comparable to the boost from my three Soul Ring.
Wrong!
The next instant, Ling Wuxie felt as if he had been struck by some primordial beast.
The Dragon Claw claw, imbued with destructive power, actually crushed the Nine-Ring Silver Blade into pieces.
Ling Wuxie coughed up blood and flew backward.
At this moment, the matches in the other 49 venues had just begun, and some Soul Master hadn't even exchanged blows yet.
In the center of the arena was a large Screen facing all four sides, displaying live footage of each Competition Platform. At that moment, everyone's attention was unanimously drawn to Tang Wulin's performance.
"Look! Isn't that an instant kill?!"
"I've been watching that spot the whole time; even the Soul Master wielding swords have had their Martial Soul shattered!"
A deafening roar of discussion erupted from the audience once again.
Historically, there have been instances where opponents were easily defeated in just a few moves. However, in such cases, the defeated party's cultivation level was often far weaker than the attacker's. Tang Wulin, at least in the public eye, only had two Soul Ring.
Tang Wulin's performance also attracted the attention of other high-ranking officials.
"Father, Father, look! I recognize that person, that contestant named Tang Wulin! I never imagined he was so handsome and so incredibly strong."
Inside the most luxurious viewing box at Star Luo Grand Stadium.
Dai Tianling, the current emperor of the Star Luo Empire, was sitting on a very comfortable leather sofa. Beside him, a beautiful and lively woman in a yellow dress was shaking his shoulders incessantly.
If Tang Wulin were here now, he would probably be surprised to remember that she was the woman who stopped those burly men three days ago.
The woman's true identity is Princess Dai Yun'er of the Star Luo Imperial Family.
Dai Tianling watched with interest the two Golden Soul Ring floating around Tang Wulin. He gently patted his daughter's arm.
"Yun'er, stop fooling around. You're making your father's body feel like it's going to fall apart."
After saying this, Dai Tianling glanced to the other side, where an elderly man with white hair was sitting on the sofa.
"Grand Preceptor, do you think the Soul Ring on this Little Monster from the Shrek Academy is actually Ferocious Beast Soul Ring?"
Yes, there were actually three people in this private room: the emperor and his daughter, and the most respected Grand Tutor of the Star Luo Empire, who was also the strongest person in the Star Luo Empire.
En Ci, the Grand Preceptor of the Star Luo Empire, stroked his gray beard.
"Your Majesty, in my opinion, that Soul Ring is definitely not Ferocious Beast Soul Ring."
"Oh. How does the Imperial Preceptor judge?" Dai Tianling turned his head. When it comes to understanding the Soul Spirit of Ferocious Beast, probably no one in their Star Luo Empire has more authority to speak than the Imperial Preceptor En Ci. Even Zhang Geyang of the Spirit Pagoda doesn't have any Ferocious Beast Soul Spirit.
"First, even if the Ferocious Beast's Soul Spirit were willing to cooperate, given this child's age, his spiritual power probably wouldn't be sufficient to absorb it. Second, the color of that Soul Ring is off."
En Ci released his Martial Soul.
Black, black, black; red, red, red, red; orange, gold.
The terrifying combination of nine Soul Ring made even the lively and active Dai Yun'er want to snuggle closer to her father.
"Most Ferocious Beast Soul Spirit are orange-gold in color, and even those that are slightly different are often tinged with other colors. But the color of that child's Soul Ring seems a bit too pure."