Douluo Dalu: The Goddesses Know My Secrets

The spectator stands of the Heaven DouGreat Spirit Arena’s main stage were currently engulfed in a wave of sound like a mountain tsunami.

Upon learning of this unprecedented duel of a single person against a complete ace team...

The nearly ten thousand spectators in the audience had already fallen into a frenzy; their shouts and discussions almost threatened to lift the roof off the dome.

But just as the four spirit rings beneath that lean figure lit up in succession...

The entire Great Spirit Arena felt as if an invisible giant hand had seized its throat, and the boiling clamor abruptly turned into a dead silence.

Countless gasps of cold air rose and fell one after another.

In the exclusive area in the front row of the spectator stands.

Yu Xiaogang sat there, the expression on his face shifting between light and dark.

Bitterness, shock, jealousy, and a hint of undisguisable panic churned endlessly in the depths of his eyes.

Just a dozen breaths ago.

He had still been facing the Shrek group beside him, confidently judging that this duel was doomed to failure.

He had said: "Individual combat can never contend against a team with a complete system," and "No matter how high the spirit ring age is, it cannot bridge the chasm of numbers and coordination."

But it was undeniable.

Purple, purple, purple, black!

The appearance of four world-shaking spirit rings not only drew every eye in the arena...

But also constantly provoked Yu Tianheng’s inner heart.

If his past self could also have absorbed spirit rings beyond the limit, then his spirit power would surely have been able to break through Rank 30.

Under the light of these spirit rings, which was enough to illuminate the entire Great Spirit Arena, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

His proud Personal Disciple, Tang San—the Genius he believed would surely stand at the peak of the Spirit Master’s world in the future—actually appeared so dim and lusterless at this moment.

One could even say he didn’t have a shred of presence.

He clenched his hands hidden within his sleeves.

"Even with such common-sense-defying over-limit spirit rings, it doesn’t mean he can defeat the entire Royal Fighting Team."

"Team battles have never been decided solely by the age of spirit rings."

Yu Xiaogang’s throat tightened, and he was almost gritting his teeth as he deceived himself in a voice only he could hear.

He tried to grasp at his last shred of crumbling confidence.

"What do you mean ’impossible’?"

Xiao Wu, who was beside him, instantly caught his sour mutterings.

Her eyes, which had been staring brightly at the stage, suddenly turned over and gave him a harsh glare.

She put her hands on her hips, looking like a bristling Soft Bones Rabbit as she snapped back unceremoniously.

"Qingmo is so amazing, what’s so strange about him doing this? You just can’t stand seeing someone stronger than your DiscipleTang San!"

"Qingmo will definitely win!"

With her chin slightly raised, Xiao Wu’s tone was filled with an indisputable certainty.

Yu Xiaogang was hit right in his sore spot by that one sentence.

His face instantly turned beet red, and he stiffened his neck, stubbornly retorting.

"So what if his spirit rings are Heaven-Defying?"

"The Royal Fighting Team has seven people, all of whom are Spirit Elders above Rank 35 with seamless coordination and incredibly rich team combat experience; they are the ace team cultivated by the Heaven Dou Royal Academy with all its resources!"

"As a single person, no matter how high his spirit ring ages are, it’s impossible for him to win against a whole team with perfect coordination. This is an eternal truth in the Spirit Master’s world!"

"You’re just jealous of Qingmo!"

Xiao Wu was so angry that her cheeks puffed out, her round eyes glared at him fiercely, and her pink fists were clenched tight.

Right now, she wished she could kick this guy away.

"Just you wait, Qingmo will definitely win. When that happens, you’ll know how ridiculously wrong you were!"

After saying that, she turned her head away, refusing to look at him again.

Her gaze fell back onto the figure in the center of the stage, her eyes filled with trust and admiration.

Not far away, Dai Mubai’s face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

He sat there with his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force and even making cracking sounds.

Unconcealed malice and anger churned in his tiger-like eyes, looking as if they were about to spit fire.

He would never forget the scene from not long ago.

In this very Great Spirit Arena, he had tried to perform the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Hell White Tiger, with Zhu Zhuqing, wanting to prove his strength before everyone.

But it was this Lin Qingmo who had nonchalantly interrupted their Martial Soul Fusion with just a wave of his hand.

He had made him, the boss of Shrek, lose all face in front of nearly ten thousand people, becoming the laughingstock of all Heaven Dou City.

Even Zhu Zhuqing had become increasingly disgusted with him.

He ground his back teeth together until they creaked, cursing viciously in his heart.

’Lin Qingmo, you better be beaten by the Royal Fighting Team until you can’t get up!’

’I want to see just how long you can last alone under the siege of seven people!’

’When you are crushed, will you still be able to maintain that high-and-mighty look?’

At this moment, the one with the most complex thoughts was none other than Tang San.

He stood at the edge of the stands.

He pushed his Purple Demon Eye to its limit.

A purple glow swirled in his eyes, carrying a hint of desperate inquiry as he stared fixedly at the figure in the center of the stage.

He and Lin Qingmo shared the same Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

From the day his Martial Soul was awakened, he had been told by everyone that Blue Silver Grass was a Waste Martial Soul.

It had no attack power, no defense, and no support capabilities.

Even with Innate Full spirit power, it was destined to never achieve greatness.

It was his teacher Yu Xiaogang’s theories that had given him direction, allowing him to reach where he was today by relying on special spirit ring configurations.

But Lin Qingmo’s appearance had given him an unprecedented shock.

The same Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul could actually bear such Heaven-Defying over-limit spirit rings.

He wanted to see just how strong this Blue Silver Grass—which shared the same origin but followed a different path—could become.

He wanted even more to know if the theories of the teacher he believed in were... right or wrong.

...

On the stage.

The atmosphere had already frozen to the extreme.

The relaxed smiles of certain victory on the faces of the seven members of the Royal Fighting Team completely froze the moment the four spirit rings beneath Lin Qingmo’s feet lit up.

They were then replaced by overwhelming shock.

The seven people stood frozen in place as if a binding spell had been cast on them.

One by one, they gasped, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end.

Oslo rubbed his eyes vigorously, making his eyelids red.

When he opened his eyes again, those four spirit rings were still suspended there.

"Am... am I hallucinating? Purple, purple, purple, black? The first spirit ring is thousand-year, and the fourth spirit ring... is ten-thousand-year!"

His voice was trembling uncontrollably, filled with intense disbelief.

Gulp, "I see it too..."

Shi Mo, standing at the front of the team, also swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

Shi Mo looked at that ten-thousand-year spirit ring, black as ink, floating on the outermost edge; his voice was as dry as sandpaper rubbing together.

"How... how is this possible?"

"How can a Spirit Ancestor absorb a ten-thousand-year spirit ring? This completely goes against the ironclad rules of the Spirit Master’s world!"

Even Yu Tianheng, who was usually supercilious and proud to his core, was stunned in place.

He was in disbelief, and even the surging spirit power within his body became sluggish.

He was the GeniusYoung Lord of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, considering himself a favored son of heaven!

Yet he had never seen, nor even heard of, any Spirit Ancestor who could possess a ten-thousand-year fourth spirit ring!

Only Dugu Yan, standing at one side of the team, quickly broke out of her initial extreme shock.

She raised her eyes to look at Lin Qingmo in the center of the stage.

There was no Battle Intent on her beautiful face; instead, it carried a hint of indescribable melancholy.

Her grandfather, Dugu Bo, was a Titled Douluo to whom even Emperor Xue Ye had to show some respect.

But when mentioning that ’Young Lord’, his attitude was respectful to the extreme.

A person who could make a Titled Douluo act this way was indeed no ordinary person.

(End of Chapter)

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