Douluo: I achieve godhood through System

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Hu Yanzhen was beyond astonished. Who was he? He was Tianxiang Hu Yanzhen!

After activating his martial soul, he became a small giant over three meters tall, his strength rivaling that of a ten-thousand-year soul beast. Yet, he couldn't take down Wang Li.

"Ha!"

Hu Yanzhen broke free, swinging both fists, one after the other, each punch creating a fierce wind as he aimed at Wang Li.

Wang Li smiled inwardly, stepping into a slight horse stance with his legs spread. He deftly parried each of Hu Yanzhen's blows with his hands, effortlessly neutralizing the attacks.

The tremendous force of the strikes reached him, some of it absorbed into the ground, while the rest was absorbed by Wang Li's body. However, given his physical strength, he felt no pressure whatsoever.

His long hair billowed, his eyes sharp like lightning, his body shimmering with golden light. Wang Li remained completely calm.

Hu Yanzhen's copper-colored eyes widened with anger, a fierce glint flashing in them. He powered his legs, shifting his weight, and with his waist and arms coiling with strength, he gathered all his might into his right fist. This was undoubtedly his most powerful attack without relying on soul skills.

*Boom!*

Wang Li took the hit head-on but was knocked back two steps. He shook his hand, quickly recovering, and chuckled lightly:

"Hu Yanzhen, that's quite the force. Come at me again!"

Outside the battle arena, everyone from the elders to the disciples of the Elephant Armor Sect was stunned.

Their sect leader, Hu Yanzhen, a Soul Douluo with eight soul rings, had failed to overpower Wang Li, a mere Soul Emperor with six rings.

Only Dugu Yan, holding Wang Li's blue cloak, smiled proudly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She knew Wang Li's real rank was Soul Saint, but even with that, facing off against a Soul Douluo without falling behind was an extraordinary feat.

Hu Yanzhen was panting, but not from exhaustion—his frustration was overwhelming. His jaw clenched as he said through gritted teeth:

"You've got some nerve..."

"Second soul skill—Mammoth Strength!"

His second yellow soul ring flashed brightly, and a layer of earthy yellow light covered his arms. They swelled rapidly, radiating pure power.

He took a step forward and charged at Wang Li, swinging his right arm with tremendous force, the impact comparable to a fully powered heavy tank barreling toward its target.

Wang Li stood his ground again, raising his arms in a defensive stance. With a resounding crash, his sleeves tore apart as his arms trembled under the immense force. His body was sent flying backward.

He was thrown back about seven or eight steps, but Wang Li quickly corrected his posture midair, landing firmly. His internal energy shifted for a moment but soon steadied.

"Fall!"

Hu Yanzhen rushed at him again, his arms swinging like giant hammers, delivering blow after blow. It was clear he intended to hammer Wang Li into the ground.

Though Wang Li was tall, he appeared somewhat smaller compared to Hu Yanzhen, like a mantis trying to block a cart. However, in the face of Hu Yanzhen's relentless attacks, Wang Li proved incredibly resilient. His bones cracked with each strike, yet his posture remained upright and unyielding.

Between them, a special energy field seemed to form, as the intense pressure and power generated by their battle were being absorbed in some unusual way.

Neither Hu Yanzhen nor Wang Li noticed this, but Wang Li felt his experience bar rapidly climbing. This was why he enjoyed the battle—he was continuously growing stronger.

However, Hu Yanzhen's attacks were still ferocious, and Wang Li couldn't afford to underestimate them. He activated his second soul skill, flooding his body with immense life force that pushed his physical capabilities beyond their limits, resisting all negative effects.

Now, Wang Li wasn't worried. Facing Hu Yanzhen's berserk attacks, he exchanged blow for blow, kick for kick. The force of the impacts caused sonic booms, and the battle arena's massive granite surface, which could typically withstand a Soul Emperor's power, began to crack under the intensity of their conflict.

"Ahh, you brat! Take this, my Death Crush!"

Hu Yanzhen's roar was heavy, not out of impatience, but because the current situation was maddening. He was a Soul Douluo, whose strength and defense rivaled even those of a Title Douluo. Yet, he couldn't break through the defense of a mere Soul Emperor.

His third soul ring, the purple one, flared to life. His entire body was covered by a deep yellow glow, resembling a massive, fleshy mountain leaning forward, pressing down on Wang Li.

Wang Li immediately retreated, activating his first soul skill. The Blue Silver Grass expanded rapidly, growing into a sturdy wall of flexibility that helped him resist the overwhelming weight of this "fleshy mountain."

The grass quickly spread across the entire arena, continuing to grow, forcing the elders and disciples in the surroundings to retreat. Before long, the area within a thousand meters was completely covered in Blue Silver Grass.

"What is this?"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"Blue Silver Grass! It's everywhere!"

...

Hu Yanzhen stood up, bewildered, looking around. The battle arena, where they were fighting, had suddenly been overtaken by Blue Silver Grass.

At this moment, Wang Li laughed and called out:

"Hu Yanzhen, let's keep going. But this time, it's my turn to attack!"

Wang Li raised his hand, and hundreds of thick Blue Silver Vines, resembling giant serpents, rose from the ground. With a flick of his finger, they surged toward Hu Yanzhen from all directions.

The air filled with the whistling sound of the vines, and Hu Yanzhen was caught off guard. He quickly activated his first soul skill:

"Bronze Wall, Iron Shield!"

The hundreds of vines lashed out at Hu Yanzhen, and despite his efforts to defend, he could do little but endure the relentless strikes.

Hu Yanzhen, feeling his frustration rising, almost spat blood. He couldn't hold back anymore, gathering his soul power and activating his sixth soul skill. The black soul ring flared brightly, and the roar of a Diamond Mammoth seemed to echo:

"Sixth Soul Skill—Ancient Skyquake!"

Hu Yanzhen's aura surged dramatically, instantly forcing the Blue Silver Vines away. A massive Diamond Mammoth phantom appeared behind him. With a powerful stomp of his foot, the Diamond Mammoth mimicked his movement, stomping the ground with incredible force.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled violently, and the shockwave rapidly spread out, destroying everything within a fifty-meter radius, including the Blue Silver Grass on the ground.

It was a powerful ten-thousand-year soul skill. However, Wang Li's first soul skill was from a five-thousand-year-old soul beast, and the growth rate of the Blue Silver Grass surpassed Hu Yanzhen's destruction speed.

Wang Li clapped his hands, impressed:

"Truly remarkable, Hu Yanzhen. The strength and defense of the Diamond Mammoth are awe-inspiring. But as for power... and armor-piercing methods, I have those too. Third Soul Skill—Dance of Frenzy!"

The Blue Silver Vines, enhanced in all attributes, not only gained increases in strength and speed but also improved in armor-piercing and defense. The penetration and armor-piercing capabilities were especially effective against tough, resilient martial souls like his.

With a thought, Wang Li's Blue Silver Vines, under the influence of Dance of Frenzy, surged toward Hu Yanzhen once again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hu Yanzhen's eyes widened, and blood surged through his body as pain radiated from his internal organs. The Blue Silver Grass had managed to transfer its strength directly into him.

"Poof!"

He spat out blood from his mouth, unable to believe that his defenses—his Diamond Mammoth's formidable strength—were ineffective. The metallic-glowing Blue Silver Grass, with each vine imbued with immense power, struck him back, leaving him in a dazed confusion.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in his heart. Unable to hold back his fury, he cried out in anguish:

"Ahhh, Seventh Soul Skill, Mammoth True Body!"

"Roar!"

A Diamond Mammoth phantom appeared behind Hu Yanzhen, releasing a deafening roar before merging into his body. His form began to swell as though he had truly become the Diamond Mammoth, exuding a wild, domineering, and primal aura that spread in all directions.

Looking at Hu Yanzhen in his transformed state, Wang Li thought back to the events in the original story. This was the defense capable of withstanding the Sea God's Trident.

In fact, even the Sea God's Trident couldn't completely break through his defenses. Hadn't Hu Yanzhen foolishly used his head to block it, the trident might not have been able to kill him in one strike.

For Wang Li, however, dealing with Hu Yanzhen wasn't difficult. But quickly ending the fight would spoil the fun, so he waved his hand, summoning countless Blue Silver Vines that surged toward the Diamond Mammoth.

With the first soul skill's growth and the third soul skill's Dance of Frenzy, both enhanced by two five-thousand-year-old soul rings, these Blue Silver Vines could slowly wear down any opponent.

In his true martial soul form, Hu Yanzhen's power and defense had reached their peak. He rampaged through the Blue Silver Grass, trying to seize Wang Li's physical form.

But his destruction of the Blue Silver Grass couldn't keep up with its growth. Trapped in the seemingly endless vines, he was lashed mercilessly, the pain intensifying with each strike.

"Roar! Come out! Fight me again!" Hu Yanzhen howled in pain, his voice hoarse.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Endless Diamond!"

The Diamond Mammoth stomped the ground, opening its massive jaws and spewing a barrage of diamond blades, instantly clearing a path. However, the Blue Silver Grass quickly regrew, filling the gap.

For half an hour, the Diamond Mammoth struggled, using all of its soul power in vain, until Hu Yanzhen was forced to exit his martial soul true body form. His internal organs were severely injured from the vines' relentless strikes, and blood poured from his mouth without stopping.

Even in his martial soul possession state, his massive body finally crumbled to the ground, unable to rise again.

At this moment, the Blue Silver Grass parted, as if making way for a king. Wang Li approached slowly, smiling. This intense battle had earned him eighty thousand experience points. With a few more battles like this, he could upgrade his first five soul rings to ten-thousand-year rings.

Looking down at Hu Yanzhen, who was bleeding uncontrollably, his eyes dull and lifeless, Wang Li said:

"Hu Yanzhen, that was quite a satisfying fight. Now, let me help you recover, and we can fight again when you're ready."

With a wave of his hand, the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Hu Yanzhen's body. His second soul skill, Revitalization, took effect.

Blue energy flowed into Hu Yanzhen, and he soon realized his internal injuries were healing at an astonishing rate.

In less than three minutes, Hu Yanzhen could stand once again. Wang Li stopped the revitalization skill and smiled:

"Hu Yanzhen, how about a rest? Then we can have another round!"

Hu Yanzhen took a few steps back, his expression filled with mixed emotions as he looked at Wang Li. He truly couldn't understand how this young man had trained.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice low and serious:

"I only have one question for you—what are you really here for? Did you come to defeat me and establish the Xiangjia Sect's dominance on behalf of Poison Douluo, or the Heaven Dou Empire?"

Wang Li was taken aback for a moment. He hadn't expected Hu Yanzhen to consider so many possibilities. After a light chuckle, he replied:

"Hu Yanzhen, I think you've misunderstood. I came to the Xiangjia Sect without any orders from anyone. I simply wanted to challenge strong opponents, and the Xiangjia Sect was just my first stop."

Hu Yanzhen stood there in a daze, unable to process the complete defeat he had just suffered. It was hard to believe that all of this happened simply because Wang Li wanted to challenge strong opponents. There was no hidden agenda or ulterior motive.

After a long pause, Hu Yanzhen bitterly asked, "Are you really just a Soul Emperor?"

Wang Li, ever calm, nodded and answered simply, "Yes, I am a Soul Emperor."

Hu Yanzhen seemed to age several years in an instant. His voice faltered as he asked again, "Just a Blue Silver Grass martial soul?"

At this, Wang Li clarified, "It's a mutated Blue Silver Grass martial soul. Normal Blue Silver Grass is hard to even cultivate."

Hu Yanzhen was taken aback, struggling to comprehend it. The Blue Silver Grass, once considered one of the weakest martial souls in the continent, had somehow produced such a monstrous talent in Wang Li. How was that even possible?

But Hu Yanzhen's curiosity didn't stop there. He asked, "Are you planning to challenge other strong opponents? Other Soul Douluo on the continent?"

Wang Li nodded, "Yes. I want to experience intense battles. Hu Yanzhen, would you like to fight again?"

Hu Yanzhen shuddered at the thought. A faint smile crossed his face as he shook his head, "I'm getting old. Even if you heal me, after this battle, it'll take several months to recover to my peak strength. There are many strong souls in the continent. The other Elemental Academies in the Heaven Dou region, the various kingdoms and dukedoms, there's the Dragon King, the Snake Queen, then the Star Luo Empire, the White Dragon Sect, the Wind Sword Sect, and the Fire Leopard Sect. You want to challenge them, don't you? I truly can't keep up anymore."

Wang Li could tell that Hu Yanzhen didn't want to continue fighting. He didn't want to push him too hard, as that would lead to a deadly feud. Besides, Hu Yanzhen was right—there were still many more challenges ahead for him. With 80,000 experience points gained, this trip was already a success.

With a hint of regret, Wang Li said, "Since that's the case, it's a bit disappointing, but I do thank you, Hu Yanzhen, for the lesson."

He waved his hand, and all the Blue Silver Grass retracted. The arena, now riddled with holes and cracks, would have to be repaired by the Xiangjia Sect on its own.

The elders and disciples of the Xiangjia Sect, including Dugu Yan, cautiously approached as the situation calmed.

Wang Li tore off his torn battle attire to reveal his muscular upper body, then took out a fresh set of clothes from his storage soul tool and changed into them.

Dugu Yan walked up, her face full of excitement, and handed him a cloak. Wang Li took it and put it on.

He looked back at Hu Yanzhen and, with a polite smile, said, "Hu Yanzhen, we shall take our leave now."

After saying this, he grabbed Dugu Yan's hand, and the two of them began walking down the mountain.

One of the elders near Hu Yanzhen muttered darkly, "Sect Master, this is a humiliation! Should we—"

He didn't finish the sentence but made a slashing gesture across his throat.

Hu Yanzhen watched Wang Li and Dugu Yan's retreating figures. He shook his head and spoke calmly, "If I can't beat him, how could you? The world of Douluo is truly changing. A mere Soul Emperor… a mere Soul Emperor defeated me. Perhaps I really am getting old. I'm the leader of one of the Seven Great Sects, but I couldn't even defeat a younger generation. Even Poison Douluo may not be able to suppress me head-on, but now his son-in-law has me helpless. That endless Blue Silver Forest… I just couldn't break through it. I simply couldn't break through…"

(End of Chapter)