Douluo Dalu 2: The True God King

"You… you dare hit me?"

Dai Huabin glared at Su Yu, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

In front of the entire crowd, Su Yu dared to slap him.

How could the proud and arrogant Dai Huabin tolerate such humiliation?

Already harboring deep resentment toward Su Yu, his fury now boiled over.

"So what if I hit you?"

Su Yu scoffed coldly and slapped Dai Huabin on the other side of his face.

Su Yu's movements were swift. Before Dai Huabin could react, he was slapped again.

Smack!

The sound echoed loudly, and the other side of Dai Huabin's face swelled up as well.

Enduring two slaps in a row, Dai Huabin could no longer hold back and erupted in rage.

All of Wang Yan's prior warnings were cast aside. Dai Huabin now only wanted to tear Su Yu apart.

His eyes blazing with fury, Dai Huabin unleashed his third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

The black and white streams of energy around him grew denser as his body enlarged, his aura surging dramatically.

White Tiger Vajra Transformation—a powerful soul skill passed down for millennia.

It provided tremendous boosts to strength, defense, and speed—a full-scale enhancement.

"Su Yu, I'll kill you!"

With the White Tiger Barrier and the White Tiger Vajra Transformation layered together, Dai Huabin's physical strength had reached new heights.

Roaring, he slashed his sharp tiger claws toward Su Yu, seemingly intent on facing him head-on.

Below the stage, Wang Yan's face turned pale. "Dai Huabin, stop this recklessness!"

But Dai Huabin, blinded by rage, could no longer hear Wang Yan's voice—especially through the barrier.

Having activated a thousand-level soul skill, Dai Huabin was indeed far stronger than before. His razor-sharp claws could cut through gold and jade with ease.

Ordinary Soul Ancestors would likely avoid confronting him directly.

After all, the White Tiger martial soul excelled in frontal combat.

But was Su Yu just an ordinary Soul Ancestor?

Without even summoning his martial soul, Su Yu calmly faced Dai Huabin's attack.

In his hand, the Darkgold Terrorclaw emerged, and with a single swipe, he struck Dai Huabin's claws.

The clash was decisive—Su Yu's Darkgold Terrorclaw effortlessly severed Dai Huabin's tiger claws, as if slicing through tofu. Su Yu didn't even feel any resistance.

"Pathetic!"

Su Yu snorted coldly, slashing horizontally with the Darkgold Terrorclaw. Despite the dual augmentations from his soul skills, Dai Huabin's defenses were shattered, blood spurting forth.

With a swift kick, Su Yu struck Dai Huabin square in the chest, sending him flying over ten meters.

Dai Huabin spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling several ribs crack under the force of that kick.

Four deep gashes marred his chest, blood gushing out.

The White Tiger Barrier and White Tiger Vajra Transformation should have granted him immense defense. Yet, against Su Yu, they might as well have been paper, torn apart with ease.

As Dai Huabin struggled to stand, Su Yu appeared before him in a flash.

With his left hand, Su Yu grabbed Dai Huabin by the neck and lifted him into the air.

Dai Huabin thrashed with all his might, but Su Yu's strength was overwhelming.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge Su Yu's grip.

Refusing to give up, Dai Huabin swung his claws at Su Yu's hand, only to find it protected by a layer of armor.

His claws scraped against the armor, sparks flying, yet they failed to leave a mark.

Su Yu's gaze was indifferent as he held Dai Huabin aloft, looking at him as though he were garbage.

"Is that it?"

"This is what you've achieved in four years?"

"Four years ago, you were trash. Four years later, you're still trash."

"You're nothing more than a grain of sand—not even worth half of me."

With a disdainful glance, Su Yu hurled Dai Huabin dozens of meters away.

Already injured, Dai Huabin's condition worsened further.

Yet, stubborn as ever, Dai Huabin refused to admit defeat. His bloodshot eyes burned with hatred as he struggled to rise, glaring at Su Yu like a vengeful demon.

"Su Yu, go to hell!"

Dai Huabin opened his mouth, unleashing beams of light—his White Tiger Fierce Light Waves.

Su Yu casually swatted away one of the beams with a single slap, his movements calm and effortless.

"Is that it?"

Just as Su Yu spoke, Dai Huabin unleashed another beam, and then suddenly threw two iron balls hidden within the light.

The iron balls shot toward Su Yu, colliding in mid-air just before reaching him. They exploded with a deafening roar.

Thick smoke billowed out as countless steel needles burst forth, enveloping Su Yu in a deadly rain of projectiles.

Dai Huabin laughed maniacally.

This was his trump card—Tang Sect's hidden weapon, Cluster Soul Chasing Ball!

A legendary hidden weapon once cherished by the Tang Sect's ancestors.

Dai Huabin had even gone to great lengths to add a lethal poison to the mechanism.

Caught off guard, Su Yu would surely suffer grave injuries or even death.

The poison was potent enough to kill even a Soul Sage—how could Su Yu possibly survive?

Dai Huabin had meticulously prepared for this moment.

As he laughed triumphantly, the spectators below displayed mixed reactions.

The Sun and Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy team seemed unfazed, while Shrek Academy's members watched the scene intently.

Tang Sect's hidden weapons were not to be underestimated, and the recently awakened Bei Bei's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Bei Bei, can this hidden weapon harm Su Yu?" Ma Xiaotao asked, her expression skeptical.

"Under normal circumstances, the Cluster Soul Chasing Ball lacks poison and wouldn't pose a lethal threat to Soul Ancestors or stronger," Bei Bei explained.

"But Dai Huabin's version is different—he specifically added deadly toxins at great cost. It might just work."

Bei Bei was confident in the weapon's piercing ability. Hundreds of steel needles, designed to break through protective energy, could surely penetrate Su Yu's defenses.

If that happened, the poison might indeed severely injure Su Yu.

"Really?" Ma Xiaotao glanced at the stage, half-believing.

As the smoke cleared, Su Yu's figure emerged.

Seeing Su Yu's unscathed state, Dai Huabin's laughter abruptly stopped.

"Th-this… how is this possible?"

Dai Huabin was utterly incredulous—Su Yu was completely unscathed?

Su Yu held a handful of steel needles in both hands, his uniform still pristine without even the slightest tear. Dai Huabin's attack had failed to cause him any harm.

"This is it? That's your trump card?" Su Yu smirked. "Using relics that have long been rendered obsolete—it's laughable."

"And treating them as some ultimate weapon to turn the tide? Even more ridiculous."

Su Yu could barely keep himself from laughing; he couldn't believe that Dai Huabin's confidence stemmed from hidden weapons. Su Yu had never even bothered to seriously learn about such things, and yet there were still people treating them like treasures.

Didn't he realize that if the Tang Sect's hidden weapons were truly so powerful, they wouldn't have been replaced by soul tools? Except for rare examples like Guanyin's Tears or Bodhi's Blood, most hidden weapons were nothing more than outdated relics, completely overshadowed by modern soul tools.

Buddha Fury Tang Lotus? Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles? Could they compare to a single Level 9 soul cannon shell? With soul tools readily available, relying on hidden weapons seemed utterly foolish.

"Here, take them back!" Su Yu flung his hands, sending the steel needles hurtling back toward Dai Huabin like bullets, each one moving at breakneck speed.

Dai Huabin was nearly scared out of his wits. Only he knew the terrifying truth—those steel needles were coated with deadly poison.

"I surrender! I surrender!" Dai Huabin shouted in panic, fearing that if he didn't yield, his life would be forfeit.

The figure of Sky Fiend Douluo appeared, sweeping away most of the steel needles with a wave of his hand. However, a few needles managed to evade the force.

Every needle Su Yu shot was under his precise control, their trajectories eerily accurate. While Su Yu hadn't formally practiced many Tang Sect techniques, just glancing at the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record had been enough for him to grasp the fundamentals—it wasn't particularly challenging for him.

These few needles flew at strange angles and Dai Huabin's below the belt.

And then...

"Whoa!"

"Ah!"

"What the—!"

The crowd erupted into a collective uproar.

"Huh?"

"Why isn't he wearing...?"

"Ugh…"

The audience in the stands was in chaos. Dai Huabin felt a surge of blood rush to his head as he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.

Some people live, but they've already lost their dignity.

Compared to injuries like broken limbs, Su Yu's maneuver was a true assault on the heart and mind.

Sky Fiend Douluo stood frozen, utterly dumbfounded by what he'd just witnessed.

This kid...

Up in the royal stands, Xu Jiawei's expression was a mixture of amusement and schadenfreude. His eyes gleamed with a peculiar delight. "Now this is interesting."

Sky Fiend Douluo hurriedly escorted Dai Huabin off the stage, but by then, it was too late. Countless gazes filled with curiosity and ridicule had already turned toward Shrek Academy.

At that moment, no one from Shrek Academy could lift their heads.

"Wow, Shrek Academy is full of hidden talents," Xiao Hongchen said mockingly, his laughter brimming with glee. Meanwhile, the Shrek team members looked ashen-faced.

Dai Yueheng clenched his fists tightly. This fiasco had utterly disgraced the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

"Silence!" Sky Fiend Douluo's stern voice cut through the commotion, quieting the chaotic crowd. But while the noise subsided, the reputation of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion had already been thoroughly tarnished.

It wouldn't be long before word spread that the White Tiger Duke's second son had been utterly humiliated—a heavy blow to the Duke's household.

"Xu Sanshi of Shrek Academy, please take the stage," Sky Fiend Douluo announced, restoring order to the competition.

Xu Sanshi rose silently and walked toward the stage. Witnessing Dai Huabin's miserable defeat, he knew better than to display the same arrogance.

Xu Sanshi hid his emotions well, making him far more dangerous than Dai Huabin. A barking dog seldom bites, but a silent one always strikes.

Having been taught a lesson by Su Yu several times, Xu Sanshi had learned to be patient and cunning.

"Fourth one up, huh? Interesting," Su Yu remarked, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at Xu Sanshi. Fresh from dealing with Dai Huabin, he now faced another challenger. Was everyone lining up to get beaten?

"You seem confident now, but every debt must eventually be repaid," Xu Sanshi said coldly.

Xu Sanshi's hatred for Su Yu rivaled Dai Huabin's, but unlike Dai Huabin, Xu Sanshi was much more calculating.

"Really? Then let's see if you have what it takes," Su Yu replied with a casual smile, though his eyes gleamed with icy intent.

While Dai Huabin was merely a nuisance, Xu Sanshi's talent was noteworthy—and from Su Yu's perspective, far more irritating. If Xu Sanshi had come to challenge him, Su Yu felt obliged to leave a lasting impression.

"You'll see soon enough," Xu Sanshi replied calmly.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Sky Fiend Douluo announced the start of the match.

Xu Sanshi immediately released his martial soul, activating Xuanwu Shield right away.

His thick, intricate tortoise shell was now accompanied by a dark green snake coiled around it. The snake's crimson eyes glowed, and the turtle and snake complemented each other perfectly.

Xu Sanshi's Xuanwu Shield had only partially awakened before, requiring intense emotional stimulation to fully evolve. What triggered his evolution now was his deep-seated hatred for Su Yu.

The transformation elevated his shield into the True Xianwu Shield, a martial soul bearing the bloodline of a divine beast.

If the Mystic Deep Turtle was merely a top-tier martial soul, then the Xuanwu Shield could be considered a super martial soul, comparable to those with ultimate attributes.

Xu Sanshi was, in fact, the most gifted member of Shrek Academy's reserve team. From one perspective, his divine beast martial soul was on par with ultimate martial souls in terms of potential.

Of course, that applies to the fully awakened, pure divine beast martial soul. As for Xu Sanshi, he was still far from reaching that level.

Ultimately, he only carried a partial Xuanwu bloodline. However, even a partial awakening of that bloodline carried considerable power when triggered.

"Oh? Your martial soul evolved?" Su Yu teased casually. "Looks decent, but I wonder—can it take a hit?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Xu Sanshi replied coldly.

"Good. I was just thinking the same."

As his words fell, Su Yu's figure flashed, appearing instantly in front of Xu Sanshi.

With a single punch, icy energy surged forth, exuding a sharp, chilling aura that swept across the battlefield.

Xu Sanshi raised the Xuanwu Shield in front of him, and Su Yu's punch landed squarely on it with a metallic clang.

Compared to the Mystic Deep Turtle Shield, the Xuanwu Shield was undeniably much sturdier. Su Yu's punch didn't immediately shatter it; instead, a strange ripple of water energy coiled out, attempting to envelop Su Yu.

Seizing the opportunity, Xu Sanshi activated his first soul skill, Mystic Underworld Tremor. No—now it should be called Xuanwu Tremor.

A dense black light spread outward as the Xuanwu Shield vibrated violently. The power of the Xuanwu Tremor, amplified by the shield, was extraordinary.

A powerful dizziness accompanied by intense vibrations swept toward Su Yu.

Any other Soul Ancestor in his place would have succumbed to the attack—but Su Yu wasn't just anyone.

White light flashed at Su Yu's fist. In the next moment, an indescribable and overwhelming force erupted.

Even though Xu Sanshi held the Xuanwu Shield, he felt utterly powerless to resist.

Both the shield and Xu Sanshi were sent flying over ten meters by Su Yu's devastating blow.