Douluo: I Can Choose My Own Soul Skills

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Xiaodie frowned, worried about Ye Lan. "Big Brother, good luck!"

Ye Lan curled the corner of his lips and said confidently, "It won't take me thirty seconds to deal with this trash."

Golden light radiated from Ye Lan's body as eighteen golden Blue Silver Grasses swirled around him.

A deep yellow and a purple soul ring slowly emerged from beneath his feet.

"Ye Lan, Blue Silver Grass, Level 21 Life-Type Soul Master!"

When a dozen golden vines nearly thirty centimeters thick sprouted, Wang Gao and the other two were thoroughly stunned.

"What kind of martial soul is this? It doesn't feel like it's on the same level as ours!" Wang Gao gulped nervously.

As Zhao Li asked Wang Gao what to do, all three watched in disbelief as the yellow and purple soul rings floated up from the feet of the golden-haired youth.

Cold sweat instantly broke out across their pores, and their palms turned pale.

"His second soul ring is... is it at the thousand-year level?" Li Zhuang stammered, voicing the shocking truth the trio couldn't believe.

The surrounding spectators, ordinary people, didn't understand the significance of a purple second soul ring.

"Can this young guy win? How can two soul rings beat someone with seven?"

"Hard to say. Those vines he summoned are clearly no joke! If they hit someone, they'd definitely leave them black and blue."

"But I heard that guy's only a Level 21 Grand Soul Master. There's no way he can beat a Level 31 Soul Elder!"

Within seconds, before the crowd could reach a conclusion—

Wang Gao's face twisted in rage, and he shouted furiously, losing all rationality: "What kind of joke is this?! Blue Silver Grass? A thousand-year second soul ring?! You're pretending to be a Soul Elder, aren't you?! What sect or family are you from?!"

Ye Lan couldn't be bothered to answer Wang Gao's barrage of questions. He simply enjoyed watching their mental breakdowns.

Meanwhile, Li Zhuang was so terrified by Ye Lan's soul ring configuration that he stood frozen in place.

Fatty Zhao Li's face darkened as he gritted his teeth. "Boss, what are we scared of?! Soul rings can't be faked! He's just a Level 21 Grand Soul Master! You're a Soul Elder! The three of us still can't beat one guy?"

"Think of sister-in-law! We've already offended him. We might as well cripple him completely and escape to Star Dou Forest! We're soul masters—no matter where we go, we'll be fine!"

Wang Gao gradually calmed down from the shock and realized Fatty made sense—might as well go all in!

"Fatty! Skinny! Go! Use your strongest soul skills!"

Right after Ye Lan summoned the Blue Silver Grass, the Soul Elder trio finished their discussion within seconds.

During that brief moment, Ye Lan admired their nervous breakdown while also staying alert in case they made desperate moves.

If they endangered civilians to threaten Ye Lan, he'd be forced to hold back.

Wang Gao took the lead. His yellow soul ring—the closest to the thousand-year level—lit up.

His dark eyes turned blood red, and a pair of horns on his head glowed white. The horns looked like sharp round daggers.

The bronze bull lowered its head, horns aimed at Ye Lan, and stamped the ground continuously.

"Wild Bull Charge!!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!!

Li Zhuang followed right behind, his yellow soul ring glowing. The wooden stick in his hand instantly transformed into black iron, doubling in length.

"Metal Transformation!"

"Tiger Roar Wave!" Zhao Li didn't move but activated his yellow soul ring skill, opened his mouth, and unleashed a white sound wave, attempting to control Ye Lan.

As Ye Lan watched the trio finally act, with all their attacks targeting him, he no longer held back.

To him, these three posed absolutely no threat.

"Blue God Prophet!"

Ye Lan used six strands of Blue Silver Grass to summon two Blue Silver Priests.

He then wove the remaining vines into a tightly knit web aimed at intercepting the white Tiger Roar Wave.

Ye Lan now possessed the passive soul skill "Eight-Directional Exquisite Heart." In the past, he couldn't control the Blue Silver Grass with such finesse.

But now, weaving a tight net was easy.

The Blue Silver Priests emerged in the direction of Wang Gao and Zhao Li's charge. Wang Gao was extremely confident in his Wild Bull Charge!

He planned to crash straight through the Blue Silver Priests. After all, he had smashed through thick trees before, and didn't believe a vine less than half a meter thick could stop him.

Li Zhuang chose to bypass the Blue Silver Priests and go straight for Ye Lan, who wasn't surrounded by Blue Silver Grass.

Meanwhile, the white energy wave Zhao Li launched was blocked by Ye Lan's vine net. Only a trickle of white energy leaked through the tiny gaps and brushed against Ye Lan's face.

To Ye Lan, the filtered Tiger Roar Wave felt no stronger than a gentle breeze.

The power of the wave, after passing through the tightly woven net, was so weak that Ye Lan couldn't even tell what it was supposed to do.

Since it was blocked anyway, Ye Lan activated Eight-Directional Exquisite Heart to instantly dismantle the net.

The freed vines surged toward Zhao Li. As a dozen Blue Silver Grasses sped his way, Zhao Li stared at his leader in panic.

He had no idea what to do—his strongest soul skill had no effect at all!

Panicked, Zhao Li turned and fled, planning to abandon Wang Gao.

Unfortunately, his location was well within Ye Lan's control range.

Zhao Li wasn't an agility-type soul master and had no speed-based explosive skills.

In no time, he was entangled by a dozen Blue Silver Grasses, wrapped tightly like a Blue Silver mummy.

Had Ye Lan not held back to avoid making the scene too bloody, Zhao Li would've been crushed into pulp by the vines' pressure.

Even thousand-year soul beasts couldn't survive such force, let alone a mere Zhao Li.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Li Zhuang, who had bypassed the Blue Silver Priest, was feeling smug, thinking he made the right choice. He believed the thick golden vine was just a stationary target.

Suddenly, his right foot was caught by the tip of the bending Blue Silver Priest.

The base of the Blue Silver Priest was the thickest, while its tip was the thinnest and most agile.

Its tip wrapped around Li Zhuang's ankle like an octopus tentacle.

Li Zhuang sensed something clinging to his ankle and turned his head, only to suddenly lose his balance. The ground in his vision flipped into the sky, and all points of reference shattered.

The vine had lifted him into the air in a flash.

Head down and feet up, he dangled as the vine began to swing him violently, like a toy hanging from a cat teaser.

Li Zhuang, tossed around like a fighter pilot in training, had already let go of his now-useless metal staff.

Having never experienced a roller coaster, his mind was completely consumed by fear.

No—it was more intense than a roller coaster. A roller coaster wasn't nearly this terrifying.

Ye Lan sighed helplessly as he watched his playful Blue Silver Priest.

Maybe it was because Li Zhuang posed no threat at all, the Priest simply treated him like a toy.

Wang Gao, however, was different.

Charging confidently toward the upright Blue Silver Priest, he envisioned shattering the vine and crippling Ye Lan.

In reality…

(End of Chapter)