Douluo: Dragon King's Divine Elegy

Chapter 110 Nan Liujing: You represent the future of the Tang Sect, and I represent the future of the Douluo Continent!

After the first half of the performance, a top-tier singer from the entertainment industry waved to the audience. After stepping off the stage, the atmosphere in the stadium returned to the rhythm of the competition.

Two titled Douluo referees descended from the sky once more, standing on one side of the arena, their nine spirit rings radiating astonishing pressure.

"The final continues. Next, please welcome the two contestants from the youth group individual competition to enter the arena!" the referee on the left said calmly.

The image on the big screen was focused on the contestants' waiting area. Nan Liujing and Xu Zihuang got up and walked towards the competition stage almost at the same time.

"Nan Liujing!"

"Xu Zihuang!"

Compared to the junior group, there were significantly more spectators in the youth group, as evidenced by the shouts of cheers for the two contestants.

The younger generation of Soul Master viewers all looked on with envy. Being able to stand on the stage of the youth group individual finals, it was basically certain that these two people would become Title Douluo in the future.

Once you reach that level of cultivation, you'll be officially recognized by the Federation and can be addressed as Your Majesty!

This ancient title has become a symbol of identity in modern society, and it is something that must never be transgressed.

Among the high-ranking officials of various factions present, many turned their attention to Nan Liujing.

His master, the world-renowned Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, who possessed both strength and beauty, was present. Even the Purgatory Douluo, who had never attended the Federation Grand Competition before, was here.

It's easy to imagine how important this young man is to the Spirit Pagoda.

Fighting a six-ringed opponent with only four rings, and still so young, he's likely to become another Sky-Supporting Douluo in the future.

Some people are anxious, some are happy, and some...

Xu Zihuang walked with his eyes downcast, a hint of resentment in them. He had just looked at the Tang Clan's high-ranking members when he noticed that everyone, including the deputy sect leader Zang Xin, was not looking at him, but rather at Nan Liujing, who was not far away.

Xu Zihuang unconsciously clenched his fists. His ancestors were He Caitou and Xiao Xiao, two of the Shrek Seven Devils from ten thousand years ago. As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he was of impeccable lineage. His childhood dream was to inherit the position of sect leader and to build upon the legacy of his predecessors to make the Tang Sect great again.

On the land of Douluo Continent, the reputation of Tang Sect is not as deeply rooted in people's hearts as in previous years. It is partly due to the fear of the Federation, but more importantly, it is because there is no top expert in the sect to suppress a generation, so they can only try to keep a low profile.

Shrek Academy dared to confront the Federation head-on before, wasn't it because the Sky-Piercing Douluo was still alive?
In retrospect, it all seems to have been nothing but wishful thinking. From beginning to end, the higher-ups never considered him as the one to inherit the highest position on that ladder.

I am not satisfied!
He thought he could calmly face Nan Liujing, but when he actually stepped onto the competition stage and faced the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, Xu Zihuang's eyes flashed with a deep purple light. He realized he was wrong; he couldn't deceive himself into staying calm.

I will crush you!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Nan Liujing had just stood still, waiting for the referee to speak, when he suddenly heard a cold voice.

In an instant, the sound spread throughout the entire stadium via the amplified soul guide device.

The shouting audience subconsciously fell silent.

The top leaders of the various forces showed interest. Since it's a competition, how can it be complete without the process of provocation?

Nan Liujing raised an eyebrow and fixed his gaze on Xu Zihuang.

The two referees exchanged a glance, silently agreeing to give Xu Zihuang a chance to make some tough remarks.

Xu Zihuang said coldly, "I not only want to completely crush you, I also want to prove to them that I am the one who can represent the future of the Tang Clan!"

Everyone turned their gaze to Nan Liujing, wanting to see how he planned to respond to these words that were tantamount to a declaration of war.

In the Douluo Continent, a gentle demeanor won't elicit much cheering; what people want to see is domineering presence.

Soul Masters should have the passion of Soul Masters!

Nan Liujing remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the entire stadium, taking in each face before finally looking back at Xu Zihuang.

The voice was perfectly calm, yet it resounded like thunder in everyone's ears:

"You represent the future of the Tang Sect, and I represent the future of the Douluo Continent!"

Dead!

The sound in the entire Central Stadium completely stopped, the audience's eyes widened in surprise, and the leaders of the various forces present also looked astonished.

The hundreds of millions of netizens watching the live stream were completely focused on the calm and composed face of the handsome young man on the screen, and felt a chill run down their spines.

"Wow!"

Just two seconds later, a shout far louder than any before resounded through the sky, and the hundreds of thousands of people at the scene almost all turned red in the face, cheering wildly.

The sound waves were comparable to a tsunami churning on the ocean.

The younger generation of Soul Masters stared in astonishment at the boy's almost arrogant declaration. There were few Soul Masters in the audience, mainly just watching the spectacle, but the Soul Masters themselves were deeply shocked.

This world is never short of geniuses, but no one has ever dared to say in front of countless people that they represent the future of a continent.

Looking at Nan Liujing's calm expression and recalling his amazing performance in the previous matches, many young Soul Masters subconsciously chose to believe him again. Their emotions were stirred, and some couldn't help but shout loudly.

He only regained consciousness when stopped by those around him, but the violent fluctuations in his heart did not stop.

What happened today is something many people will remember for a lifetime.

In the audience, Ye Xinglan held her hands tightly together, her long, narrow, and spirited eyes revealing burning affection. In her mind's eye, there was only her childhood sweetheart.

Wu Siduo slightly parted her rosy lips, her delicate, jade-white skin flushed, and her high breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

While inheriting the Netherworld Cat Martial Soul, she also awakened her bloodline, which is why she was able to perform the self-Martial Soul Fusion Technique. However, because of her bloodline, the dependency genes engraved in her bloodline also erupted completely at this moment.

Normally, she could ignore the stirrings in her bloodline, but Nan Liujing was different. They had known each other since childhood, and with the secret instructions from their parents, the boy's image was already etched in the girl's heart.

Yuan Enhui's injuries had almost healed. She glanced at Wu Siduo, whose pretty face was flushed, and then looked at the boy she would follow in the future. Her dark and deep eyes gradually became ardent.

Xu Zihuang's eyes narrowed as he listened incredulously to his opponent's announcement.

One is the Tang Sect, and the other is the mainland.

In terms of pretentiousness, he lost.

"Referee, please announce the start of the match," Nan Liujing said calmly.

The two referees exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with an unusual light. The referee on the right then announced, "Both sides retreat 150 meters and await further instructions!"

Nan Liujing turned and left without pausing.

Xu Zihuang stared at his back with a complicated expression. After a moment, his steps became noticeably heavier.

The soul power shields on both sides were quickly released, covering the entire arena area.

The referee raised his right hand: "The match...begins!"

A powerful hum of soul power erupted from Nan Liujing's body, and four pitch-black soul rings rose from his feet. He no longer waited for his opponent to launch an attack as before, but instead took the initiative to strike.

With a thought, a scene unfolded that elicited gasps from countless onlookers. Terrifying dark blue lightning crackled from his body, and viscous molten metal emanated from his skin. In the blink of an eye, his body was enveloped in a battle armor primarily dark silver, accented with deep blue and blood-red luster. "Two-word battle armor!"

"How can four rings be combined with a two-word battle armor?"

For a moment, the Soul Masters outside the arena exclaimed in surprise.

To distinguish the level of battle armor, you can tell by whether it has wings. The most distinctive feature of two-word battle armor, in addition to being able to solidify a soul skill, is that it also comes with wings.

Behind Nan Liujing, a pair of dreamlike lightning wings suddenly unfolded, with three colors of light intertwining and flowing from the edges of the wings. They were made entirely of energy and looked as dazzling as the starry sky.

The distance of 150 meters was covered in the blink of an eye after Nan Liujing released the Three Thousand Thunderbolts and Battle Armor Wings. To onlookers, it looked like a thin streak of lightning flashed by.

The speed of the southern flow was so fast that it caused the air to emit a piercing crack, and the ground was ploughed out by the violent lightning waves, leaving a scorched ravine. Before the rubble on both sides could even fly, it had already melted into crystal slag in the high temperature.

Xu Zihuang clearly hadn't expected Nan Liujing to be a two-word battle armor master. Only after Nan Liujing attacked him did he hastily summon his battle armor to cover his entire body. However, due to yesterday's battle, his battle armor hadn't been fully repaired, and his aura enhancement was noticeably insufficient.

Nan Liujing's right fist, imbued with the intent of a staff and the ultimate lightning strike, landed squarely on Xu Zihuang's chest without any hesitation.

The jab may seem simple, but it caused the air within a radius of several meters around Xu Zihuang to suddenly collapse, making it feel as if his movements were filled with heavy lead.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the audience only saw a flash before their eyes, barely able to make out what was happening, before Xu Zihuang's figure flew backward like a cannonball being fired.

He crashed hard into the soul power shield, causing the light patterns on the shield to flicker wildly. His deep purple battle armor, which was not yet fully repaired, also emitted strong energy turbulence, frantically destroying its defensive power.

Rebounding from the protective shield, Xu Zihuang nearly dislocated his internal organs. He glanced at the tiny fist mark above his chest, his expression extremely grave, for the intent of the staff had already penetrated the battle armor's defenses. If he hadn't activated his soul power to protect himself at the crucial moment, his body would likely have been pierced through with a bloody hole on the spot.

Suddenly, the sky darkened abruptly.

Xu Zihuang looked up and his pupils suddenly contracted.

A massive, dragon-shaped pillar, tens of meters long, swung down with tremendous force, its immense size obscuring the sky and the sun. Lifelike dragon scales could be seen on its surface, and dazzling bursts of lightning could be faintly seen surging from its gaps. Sunlight poured down and intertwined with it, as if the power of the sky had flowed into it, creating a waterfall of light that illuminated the entire arena. It was exceptionally dazzling, yet extremely deadly!
The fourth soul skill of the Panlong Staff: Heavenly Gang Thunder Extreme, Thunderous Hell Vine, is the fourth soul skill given to Nan Liujing!

Before the staff even arrived, the terrifying pressure of lightning seemed to topple over, and Xu Zihuang's body suddenly sank. His battle armor also shone with a deep radiance to help him resist. With a crack, the floor beneath his feet was instantly shattered by his footsteps.

"Roar."

The fact that he was being suppressed in the opposite direction immediately ignited the strongest anger in Xu Zihuang's heart. He roared and his whole body was filled with a terrifyingly intense light of destruction. The last profound ten-thousand-year soul ring on his body quietly lit up, and at the same time, a profound dark light also shone on his left leg.

That's a soul bone, but it doesn't provide offensive soul skills; it amplifies them!

The ground erupted like a volcano, spewing out flames of destruction powerful enough to annihilate everything. The surrounding area seemed to have its life force plundered, becoming gloomy. Xu Zihuang reached out and grabbed, gathering blazing purplish-black dragon flames, and then slashed at the sky.

A nearly 100-meter-long, purplish-black dragon-shaped sword aura rose from the ground, its destructive power eroding everything in its path. In an instant, the primordial energy of heaven and earth turned into nothingness, and finally slammed into the giant dragon pillar.

hum~
There was no deafening roar, nor any terrifying shockwave tearing everything apart. All that could be seen was the deep, eerie light emanating from the center of the collision as it collapsed. Two terrifying energy waves clashed and tore at each other, causing space to crack open and reveal the pitch-black void.

"cut!"

On the ground, Xu Zihuang's face was almost contorted, his battle armor blazing with flames, frantically extracting his soul power and injecting it into the purplish-black dragon-shaped sword energy.

In response to him, Nan Liujing silently descended the Heavenly Dipper, and at that moment he seemed to have become the spokesperson for the sky.

The sky suddenly darkened, as if boundless power was being poured into the Panlong Staff, causing its strength to surge to an astonishing level.

In an instant, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of eyes, countless dragon-shaped celestial energy danced in the sky, and the roar of the array actually shattered the Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon light and shadow floating within the purplish-black sword energy.

With a cracking sound, the purplish-black dragon-shaped sword energy suddenly developed numerous cracks. It slashed towards the sky, seemingly angering the heavens, and a terrifying repulsive force pressed down.

Finally, amidst countless gasps of surprise, the dragon-shaped sword energy shattered completely, turning into countless specks of light.

The enormous dragon-shaped staff continued to press down, crashing down with the force to crush mountains and rivers. The Heavenly Thunder pressure stirred up the thunder elements in the world, and the entire arena seemed to have entered a thunder domain, flashing with deadly brilliance.

Even with the protection of his battle armor, Xu Zihuang's blood seemed to cool down, and his soul power solidified, making it extremely difficult to circulate.

The blow of defeat left his eyes lifeless.

He had considered many possibilities, but he never imagined that he would be suppressed so severely.

shhhhh!

Without the slightest hesitation, the two intimidating referees took action.

One person braced himself against the falling dragon staff with one hand, while the other grabbed Xu Zihuang and left.

"Such a strong repulsive force! The sky is driving me away!"

The referee, who had blocked the Panlong Staff, was naturally not going to be injured by a junior, but a look of shock still appeared on his face.

With a swift movement, the referee had to let Nan Liujing's attack land and could not forcibly interrupt it.

The Panlong Staff crashed to the ground like a meteorite from outer space, unleashing a terrifying energy storm that swept across everything like a typhoon.

The scene inside the arena was almost invisible, but the soul power shield of the central stadium was clearly of a very high level, so there was no possibility of insufficient defense and breakage.

As the energy storm dissipated, countless eyes widened as they gazed into the arena.

Amidst the hazy smoke and dust, streaks of lightning tore through the air, revealing a figure bathed in dazzling sunlight standing in the center of the shattered arena. The magnificent battle armor, resembling a work of art, radiated a crystal-clear brilliance. The dark blue dragon-patterned staff in his hand slammed down, unleashing a powerful gust of wind that swept away all the dust.

hiss.

The sound of inhaling came one after another.

What greeted the audience's eyes was a sea of ​​lightning amidst ruins, with deep arcs of electricity flowing through it, viscous and dreamlike, as if anyone who stepped in would be melted by the intense heat.

Standing inside was only Nan Liujing!
The viscous lightning plasma contracted inward, the battle armor returned to his body, and the young man in black outfit smiled calmly in the sunlight, his voice spreading far and wide.

"I am the leader of my generation! Who supports me? Who opposes me?"

"Nan Liujing!"

"Nan Liujing!"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted once again, and the audience rose to their feet in applause.

Countless media flashes fell on him, and it will be a long time before the image of the young man standing tall on the competition stage is gradually forgotten by the years.

Young Soul Masters, whether present at the scene or far away at home, all subconsciously swallowed.

The older generation of powerful figures present looked at each other, each showing a hint of bewilderment.

They were strong, but they encountered Yun Ming, who suppressed them for a generation. Now, the younger generation is bursting with geniuses, a veritable battle of dragons and tigers, but now, they too will encounter the one who will suppress them for a generation!

This will be the saddest day for every self-proclaimed genius.

(End of this chapter)