pertwk Chapter 114 Gathering in the Woods
Chapter 114 Gathering in the Woods
Chapter 115 Gathering in the Woods
"Zhao Wuji!" A sudden voice made his face freeze.
It should be noted that as a level 84 Soul Douluo, he was an extremely powerful figure in the entire Soul Master world of Douluo Continent. His Soul Power was so strong that he could create a wondrous aura around his body and clearly distinguish the sound of leaves falling within a radius of 100 meters around him.
At this moment, he didn't sense anyone around him, and the voice pierced his ears directly, sounding as if it were speaking right next to him. This level of power immediately put Zhao Wuji on high alert. He didn't recognize the voice, but he was certain that the person who came was definitely no weaker than him.
"Who?" Zhao Wuji stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing with cold light. His reputation in the Soul Master world wasn't good, and he had many enemies. He had lived a peaceful life hidden within Shrek Academy for years, but unexpectedly, a powerful opponent had suddenly appeared at this time.
"Come out." A faint aura locked onto Zhao Wuji.
Without hesitation, Zhao Wuji stepped out of the window and onto the outside. His soul power surged to its peak as he cautiously remained on guard, simultaneously scanning his surroundings for any movement.
Who is Zhao Wuji? He is the Immovable King, a man who killed countless people in the past. Is he really so easily provoked by an unknown opponent? Does he really think his title of "Demon King of the World" is just for show?
He pushed off with his feet and quickly chased after the direction the aura was leading him. In no time, he had left the Shrek Academy's territory and arrived at a grove of trees outside. It was here that the aura disappeared.
The moment Zhao Wuji left, several other figures also left the academy.
"Come out. I know you're here," Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice. At the same time, he immediately completed his Martial Soul Possession, with eight Soul Rings pulsating around his body, flashing with dazzling light, especially the four black ten-thousand-year Soul Rings, which looked astonishingly profound.
A black figure slowly emerged from behind a large tree. The person was completely shrouded in black, even wearing a black hood. From his appearance, one could only tell that he was a tall man.
"Who are you?" Zhao Wuji asked coldly. Having completed the possession of his martial soul, the Mighty Vajra Bear, he exuded a wild aura and emanated an imposing presence without anger.
The man in black did not answer his question directly, but said in a low voice, "It's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles and would like to spar with you in this small place."
The man in black walked forward step by step, and one spirit ring after another appeared.
Two yellows. Zhao Wuji: Hmph! (──)
Two purple ones. Zhao Wuji: Hmm? ヾ(`)
Four blacks. Zhao Wuji: ! (;)
One red. Zao Wou-Ki: ヽ(Д)
The man in black slowly raised his right hand, and instantly, a black light condensed in his palm, transforming into a huge black hammer.
Zao Wou-Ki: "My life is over!"
"Title Douluo".
As Zhao Wuji uttered those four words with difficulty, even his Immovable King body trembled slightly. If he was a high-level Soul Master, then a Title Douluo was the pinnacle of Soul Masters.
Zhao Wuji had truly experienced the terror of a Title Douluo. Dugu Bo had once instructed the teachers in the academy, and Zhao Wuji had felt the pressure of Dugu Bo's soul power. He could never forget that heavy feeling.
Even Titan, who claimed to have power comparable to a Title Douluo, was just a junior in front of a true Title Douluo.
The domineering air he had previously exuded vanished completely. Zhao Wuji quickly bowed and said, "May I ask which senior has graced us with their presence? Please don't joke with me."
"During the day, you bullied those kids quite well, didn't you? I've discovered that bullying others feels pretty good. Let me bully you too. Of course, you can think I'm taking advantage of the weak."
Without emanating any powerful aura, the man in black, wielding a massive warhammer, walked step by step towards Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji's mind raced. On the continent, Title Douluo were few and far between, each with a name and reputation. This Title Douluo before him clearly possessed a hammer-type weapon spirit, and those weapon spirits who cultivated to the Title Douluo level were even rarer. Who exactly was he? Could it be!
Suddenly, the man in black stopped ten meters away from Zhao Wuji.
"Since you're here, come out. What difference does it make whether there's one or two?"
In a flash, another person appeared beside Zhao Wuji. As soon as this person appeared, the expression on Zhao Wuji's face relaxed a little. "Boss, this senior..."
The newcomer was Flander. He waved to Zhao Wuji, signaling him not to speak. Faced with this invisible pressure, Flander had no choice but to release his martial spirit.
A pair of enormous wings unfurled from his back, his entire body was covered in feathers, his orange-yellow eyes had vertical pupils, and eight spirit rings of the same color as Zhao Wuji suddenly appeared, pulsating around his body.
"Greetings, Your Majesty Haotian."
Zhao Wuji gasped. After hearing his companion's words, he finally knew who the person in front of him was. His heart clenched. Good heavens, when did he offend this terrifying guy?
The man before him was a Title Douluo, hailed as the strongest in the Soul Master world. His Martial Soul development path was exactly the same as his own, but compared to him, his own power was merely a firefly's glow.
Tang Hao said coldly, "No need for formalities, I'm here to cause trouble. Cat-Owl Martial Soul? No, it also has wind attribute. It looks like it's evolved, level 86. No wonder it was Flander, the main fighter in the Golden Iron Triangle. This Shrek Academy, it's yours, isn't it?"
Flanders nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty. I wonder what Zhao Wuji has done to offend Your Majesty? Could you please grant me some face?"
Tang Hao said indifferently:
"Stop talking nonsense and stand aside. Or I'll beat you up too..."
"Hehe, as expected of Haotian Douluo, he is truly domineering. I have learned something new this time."
A cold voice interrupted Tang Hao's words. Tang Hao looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man in a dark green robe walking over.
The middle-aged man walked over step by step, his spirit rings appearing on his body.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—nine spirit rings appeared, representing the most extreme spirit ring configuration for a Title Douluo. A massive surge of spirit power dissipated, and Flander and Zhao Wuji could no longer feel the pressure of the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Who are you?"
Tang Hao had to take it seriously. He could sense that the middle-aged man's soul power was above his own, and more importantly, the man also had a 100,000-year soul ring. Tang Hao was confident that his strength as a level 95 newly-entered Super Douluo could defeat a level 97 Super Douluo.
However, his opponent was also a Super Douluo with a 100,000-year soul ring, which made him cautious. He had just suppressed his old injuries and could fight freely, but against such a strong opponent, he would have to use the Great Sumeru Hammer. However, once he used the Great Sumeru Hammer, he would definitely suffer further injuries.
"Hehe, my surname is Dugu, my given name is Bo, and my title is Poison. I am not worthy of being called Haotian Douluo."
The newcomer was none other than Dugu Bo. He had been there for a while, his hands behind his back, his martial spirit appearing, a red nine-headed celestial serpent phantom stirring, its huge serpent eyes staring at Tang Hao.
(End of this chapter)