Douluo: The Traveler's Adventures In Douluo Dalu

"Zhu Zhuqing, this really isn't much fun anymore."

Tang San sighed as he withdrew his Blue Silver Grass vines. Maintaining such an expansive web of them consumed a tremendous amount of soul power, and with no sign of Zhu Zhuqing, he had no choice but to call them back.

"I can't find you, true—but you can't defeat me either, can you?"

Unable to locate her presence, Tang San resorted to speaking aloud, hoping to provoke a response. At the same time, he cautiously scanned the surroundings, alert for any movement.

Suddenly, a figure materialized directly before him.

A slender, jade-like hand, tipped with razor-sharp claws, thrust toward his throat.

CLANG—!

A harsh metallic screech rang out as Tang San raised his right arm just in time to block the lethal strike.

But his secret hidden weapon, concealed beneath his sleeve, had already been torn apart by Zhu Zhuqing's claws—its casing shredded and rendered completely useless.

Yet her attack did not stop.

In a blur of motion, as Tang San focused on blocking the strike to his throat, Zhu Zhuqing's other hand lashed forward without mercy—aiming directly for his abdomen.

Tear—!

The sound of fabric ripping echoed sharply as Tang San's robes were sliced open. Though he instinctively leapt backward, five bloody claw marks had already appeared across his stomach.

He reached down and touched the wound, rubbing the blood between his fingers in a daze.

He hadn't even launched a counterattack.

And he had… lost?

Even more perplexing, Zhu Zhuqing hadn't revealed a single soul ring during her assault. Could it be that she hadn't even used a soul skill?

How… was that possible?

It wasn't. It couldn't be!

"You lost."

While Tang San still reeled in disbelief, Zhu Zhuqing retreated lightly, her graceful figure landing in the distance. Her cold eyes locked onto him as she calmly announced the outcome of the battle.

"You…"

"Per our wager just now—you lost."

Her voice was icy and decisive. Without another glance at Tang San, she turned to rejoin Yu Keke and the others, even as the wary gaze of the Third Worship from Tang San's camp lingered nearby.

"Let's go."

Dugu Bo glanced back at the battlefield. Zhu Zhuqing had indeed secured victory, and yet an inexplicable sense of foreboding still weighed on his heart.

"Hold it!"

Tang San's voice rang out. Everyone froze in place.

"What, you want to go back on your word?"

Zhu Zhuqing turned her head slightly, her lips parting to speak with quiet disdain.

"I—I haven't lost yet!"

Tang San could see the mocking glint in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, and his rage boiled over.

"If this were a death match, you'd already be dead."

Zhu Zhuqing gave him a glance, then continued coldly:

"You do realize, I had the opportunity to kill you just now."

"…"

She wasn't wrong. If it had been anyone else, they'd likely have already become another corpse at her feet.

Tang San did have his trump cards, of course. And Zhu Zhuqing, after careful thought, had refrained from delivering a fatal blow.

After all, with a Title Douluo from Tang San's side watching, if she did kill him, the outcome would be mutual destruction. That much was clear.

And that powerhouse would never just stand by and let her kill Tang San, either.

"Zhu Zhuqing, you underestimate me!"

A cruel smirk curled on Tang San's lips.

"We said 'defeat,' remember? I'm still standing here—so I haven't lost!"

With a wave of his left hand, a massive black hammer materialized.

"The Clear Sky Hammer."

"You know I'm from the Clear Sky Clan. And my spirit isn't just Blue Silver Grass~"

Zhu Zhuqing's heart trembled.

Twin Spirits?

She hadn't expected this. Tang San… was a Twin Spirit wielder?

"So you're breaking your word, then?"

Though shocked, Zhu Zhuqing remained composed, her tone as indifferent as ever.

"Heh… breaking my word?"

Tang San sneered as five soul rings lit up on the Blue Silver Grass, and a crimson ring slowly appeared on the Clear Sky Hammer.

A terrifying pressure surged from his body.

With arrogant bravado, he declared:

"Zhu Zhuqing, what right do you have to say you beat me?"

"…A hundred-thousand-year soul ring?"

Dugu Bo blurted it out as he stared at the Clear Sky Hammer's terrifying aura.

"Hmph, surprised?"

Tang San twirled the hammer in his hand. "Just this one ring alone—can you still claim victory?"

"Then fight!"

Zhu Zhuqing didn't waste another word. Soul power surged around her as her body vanished—and in a flash, she appeared before Tang San once more.

She lashed out with both hands, aiming a double slash—but her claws met only air. No resistance. No contact.

She missed.

"Hahaha! You think you're the only one who can teleport?"

Tang San's mocking laughter rang out from her side.

"Teleport?"

Zhu Zhuqing frowned.

When did he learn teleportation?

"That's right, teleportation."

Tang San, now seeing that Zhu Zhuqing's famed speed no longer gave her the edge, feigned melancholy.

"Want to know how I got this teleportation soul skill?"

"…"

Zhu Zhuqing didn't respond. Instead, she drew the Dull Blade from her soul tool.

Clearly, even if she won this fight, Tang San wouldn't let them leave easily.

If that's how it had to be, then she would fight to the death.

"My teleportation… was a gift from Xiao Wu."

"???"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes narrowed despite herself.

What did he mean, a gift from Xiao Wu?

Soul skills could be given?

"You didn't know, did you?" Tang San's tone turned sinister. "Xiao Wu… is actually a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast."

"…"

Shock flared in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

She looked again at the crimson ring coiled around the Clear Sky Hammer, and a chilling thought crept into her mind.

Xiao Wu is a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.

Tang San's first hammer ring is a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

And he just said she gave him her soul skill…

Does that mean…

"Tang San… did you kill Xiao Wu?!"

Her voice trembled despite her effort to control it.

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were never especially close—but as fellow girls, especially alongside Ning Rongrong back at Shrek Academy, they had helped each other more than once.

Now hearing Tang San speak so nonchalantly, and connecting all the clues—

"Shut up!!"

Tang San erupted like a volcano, as if a nerve had been violently struck.

His composure shattered as he screamed:

"I didn't hurt Xiao Wu! She sacrificed herself for me—yes! She did it willingly!"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes chilled as she looked at the crazed man before her.

A sigh echoed silently in her heart.

And she couldn't help but shudder.

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