Douluo Dalu: Three-Headed Dragon King

Heaven Dou City, Grand Spirit Arena.

Today's match was between Blue Tyrant Academy and Elephant Armored Academy. Yu Tianming had arrived early and sat quietly in the competitors' viewing area, patiently awaiting the match.

Since there was still some time before the match began, Ning Rongrong wasn't in the competitors' lounge but was instead sitting obediently to Yu Tianming's left. On his right sat Dugu Yan.

An untended field invites competition, and a plowed field draws more.

Perhaps it was due to Ning Rongrong's exceptional talent and the powerful Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan backing her that Dugu Yan felt a growing sense of threat. When Ning Rongrong was present, her demeanor toward Yu Tianming became even gentler. Even the killing intent she'd cultivated for years in the Slaughter City had significantly subsided over just a few days.

Spotting an elderly vendor selling tea broth in the aisle below, Dugu Yan gently said to Yu Tianming, "Tianming, the match hasn't started yet. I'll go buy you and Rongrong a cup of tea broth."

After absorbing the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone and the Black Jade Divine Bamboo, her hair had turned from verdant green to jet black, only showing a slight green hue under direct sunlight. Tied in a simple ponytail and paired with her radiant smile, she looked irresistibly warm and charming.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up at the mention of tea broth, straightening her back as she said excitedly, "Sister Yan, I like mine sweet. Add extra sugar for mine."

"How about three spoons?" Dugu Yan smiled with arched brows. "Would that be sweet enough?"

"Three spoons…" Ning Rongrong cupped her chin thoughtfully, pondering if that was sweet enough.

Before she could answer, Yu Tianming spoke up, sitting between the two girls. "If you're adding sugar to tea broth, two spoons is fine, four is also acceptable. But you must never add three spoons. It's inauspicious."

"Why not three spoons? Is there some taboo?" Ning Rongrong blinked curiously.

Yu Tianming replied calmly and unhurriedly, "There's a saying from the eastern part of the continent. If someone adds exactly three spoons of sugar to their tea broth, it means their character is rotten. Such a person would even sell their wife and daughter without hesitation. Best to avoid that kind of omen."

Ning Rongrong shivered and gave an awkward chuckle. "Then I don't like three spoons either. Make mine five."

Half a stick of incense later, the third day of the Spirit Master Tournament was about to begin. The host stepped onto the stage and announced in a loud voice, "Today's first match, Blue Tyrant Academy versus Elephant Armored Academy, is about to begin. Competitors, please prepare."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong quickly put down her unfinished tea broth and turned to Yu Tianming with concern. "The match is about to start. Why isn't Tang San here yet? Should we send in a substitute?"

"Relax. That guy's already at the Grand Spirit Arena." Yu Tianming chuckled and patted her shoulder.

Just as he finished speaking, Tang San—face pale—rushed in with Flender. "Sorry, I had an upset stomach. Fortunately, I've obtained the right spirit ring. Let's go with the plan from the other day."

Dai Mubai let out a long breath of relief. He was counting on Tang San to get him to the finals and defeat Davis.

Xiao Wu twitched her nose and looked at Tang San suspiciously, 'Why does Third Brother smell like Soft Bone Rabbit...?'

But with the match looming, no one had time for questions. The team quickly entered the competitors' lounge to prepare. Blue Tyrant Academy's lineup was Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Jing Ling, Huang Yuan, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar—each at least at the Soul Ancestor level.

Moments later, the host's voice boomed again, "The first match of the day is officially starting. Contestants, please enter the arena."

Elephant Armored Academy's seven members entered in a row, stepping onto the central platform.

None of them were under two meters tall. The team captain was over two and a half meters and all were bulky and burly. Their sheer weight made the platform tremble with each step.

They stood like a towering wall, completely blocking Tang San's view.

"Elephant Armored Academy, Huyan Li. Rank 43 Defense System Soul Ancestor." The massive man took a step forward and greeted Tang San in a deep, rumbling voice. Even his fat jiggled with the vibration, and his tiny eyes gleamed with hostility.

Tang San, though much smaller in size, didn't lose in aura. A cold, bloodthirsty glint flickered in his eyes. Smiling wickedly, he declared, "Blue Tyrant Academy, Thousand-Handed Asura Tang San, Rank 42 Control System Soul Ancestor."

"Preliminary Round, Match Two, Game One—begin!" the referee shouted.

In an instant, all Spirit Masters activated their martial spirits, soul rings lit up, and the arena erupted in deafening cheers.

Upon activating their spirits, the already massive Elephant Armored members grew even larger, exceeding three meters. A dark yellow keratin layer appeared over their bodies, shining with a metallic sheen. Their noses lengthened and curled, and two massive tusks extended from their mouths.

Tang San, unfazed, sneered and unleashed a tide of Blue Silver Grass from beneath his feet, covering half the arena in thick, writhing vines. Thanks to his new fourth spirit ring, the grass had grown coarser, less like tiny threads and more like thick cords, making it no less terrifying.

Because of Tang San's ruthless display in the previous match, the audience had grown quite hostile toward him.

"What the hell is that? His spirit's even grosser now."

"Is he some kind of evil soul master?"

"Why do those vines look like they're pouring out of his crotch? And the size—gods, that's obscene."

"He calls himself Thousand-Handed Asura? I say he's more like a Turd Asura."

Hearing the crowd's mocking words, Tang San's face darkened. 'Fools. One day, you'll learn the cost of such insolence.'

Still, his hands moved swiftly. With a flip of his wrist, he swallowed a Flying Mushroom Sausage.

The sausage's effects kicked in instantly. Transparent wings sprouted from his back, and he, along with his teammates, soared into the air—putting distance between themselves and the Elephant Armored team.

Oscar, spent of soul power, tossed a few sausages to Tang San and then leapt off the stage.

Looking up at the airborne team, Huyan Li scoffed, "Too scared to face us head-on? Let's see how long you can stay up there."

Tang San's eyes glittered with killing intent. "Then let's see how long you last on the ground." He turned mid-air, flashing a charming smile at Ning Rongrong behind him. "Rongrong, buffs, please. Time to squash some fatties."

On the VIP platform, Ning Fengzhi smiled as he watched. "This Tang San is quite something—knows how to act, knows when to switch faces."

On the arena floor, Ning Rongrong softly intoned, "Nine Treasures turn out Glazed Tile. First, Strength. Second, Agility. Third, Soul."

Three rays of light surged into Tang San, and with his boosted power, he laughed wildly. "Behold the true power of the Thousand-Handed Asura!"

He activated his spirit power. The Blue Silver Grass on the stage surged again and quickly wrapped around the sluggish Elephant Armored team.

"This is it?" Huyan Li sneered as he flexed, his second soul ring glowing. With a burst of strength, he broke free and crushed the vines underfoot. "So much for the big bad Asura."

"Really? Then you've fallen into my trap. Huyan Li—Fourth Soul Skill, Soul-Devouring Spikes."

Tang San's fourth ring blazed as the vines' spikes turned green like the Soul-Devouring Spider. Screams of agony erupted as the Elephant Armored team howled in pain.

"My fourth skill doesn't just harden the spikes—it inflicts excruciating pain. Let's see how long your 'defense' lasts now."

Grinding his teeth through the pain, Huyan Li scoffed, "That's it? Just a little pain? You think that's something to brag about—"

"Second Soul Skill, Energy Drain."

Before he could finish, Tang San activated another skill. The blood-soaked vines drew in their opponents' spirit energy, rapidly strengthening and wrapping tightly around all seven soul masters.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Soul-Devouring Spikes!"

Fresh screams echoed as blood gushed from their bodies. Elephant Armored members were massive, and their blood flowed freely. In seconds, the stage was awash in crimson.

"Referee! We surrender! Elephant Armored Academy surrenders!"

From the VIP stands, Huyan Zhen—the team captain's grandfather—bellowed with all his might, watching his grandson being torn apart.

As the vines withdrew, seven blood-drenched bodies crashed to the ground, their ruined flesh drawing another wave of gasps from the crowd.

"This is just a tournament! Why does he always go so hard?"

"He's a monster! A teenager shouldn't be that brutal. Does he even have a heart?"

Even the referee looked at Tang San with clear disapproval.

Tang San, however, calmly replied, "My spirit's nature causes those wounds. I didn't intend to hurt them this badly. Besides, they're only flesh wounds—no vital damage. They're just… large people."

The referee checked Huyan Li's wounds and gave a reluctant nod to Huyan Zhen.

"Hmph. Evil little brat. If my grandson suffers any lasting damage, I'll make you pay." Huyan Zhen released his Soul Douluo-level aura, threatening without disguise.

Tang San bowed his head, messy hair hiding his eyes. 'Threaten me? Little Elephant Armored Clan… you've already signed your death warrant. Just wait until I become Sect Master of the Clear Sky Clan.'

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To avoid Huyan Zhen's vengeance, Tang San quietly slipped out the side gate of the arena while everyone else was focused on the match.

Only one pair of gloomy eyes from the spectator's section noticed his departure.

Once outside, Tang San headed straight toward Blue Tyrant Academy. After draining some of the Elephant Armored team's life force, he was on the verge of another breakthrough.

All he wanted was to return to his room and turn that stolen vitality into power.

The morning sun was warm and comforting, but with half-plant blood, Tang San had once enjoyed basking in it. Now, with the changes in his Blue Silver Grass, he preferred shade and began to hate the harsh sun.

Strangely, the path back seemed longer today. He should've been at the academy by now, but when he looked up, there was still a ways to go. 'Am I walking slower than usual?'

His eyes narrowed. The surroundings hadn't changed. People were passing by as normal. The academy wasn't far.

'Was I just imagining it?' He glanced back at the road, scanning passersby, but nothing seemed out of place.

But a few moments later, his pace slowed. A chill crept into the air, faint but real, seeping from all directions. His Mysterious Heaven Skill activated instinctively.

He sensed nothing overt—but the instincts of a trained killer told him something was very wrong. He summoned his Godly Zhuge Crossbow without hesitation and released his Blue Silver Grass, ignoring the civilians around him.

In the audience stands, Yu Tianming's lips curled into a smile.

'Tang San, your disaster has arrived.'

(End of Chapter)

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