Douluo Dalu 2: You are an Evil Soul Master, but also a good person ?

Divine Realm Committee

Kindness, Evil, Life, and Destruction sat at the table.

"If it weren't for the timely arrival of you two, this Divine Realm would have become Tang San's private property sooner or later," Destruction sighed.

"We will eventually enter reincarnation, so don't be too happy yet," Evil said flatly.

"This..." Destruction opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"But it's not like there's no solution," Evil tapped his pale fingers rhythmically on the table, lost in thought.

"Raise another mortal."

"A mortal?" Destruction and Life exchanged glances, both looking somewhat confused.

"Tang San never intended to pass down his dual godhood to his descendants. His intentions are obvious, but due to his special status, we can't act against him. Therefore, supporting a mortal is the most advantageous solution. Give them time to grow, but they must be able to suppress Tang San."

"But to find such a genius..." Destruction looked troubled.

After all, who among them wasn't a genius?

No, calling them geniuses was even a bit degrading. They were all monsters who dominated an era.

Finding someone of that caliber would be harder than ascending to the heavens.

"By coincidence, during our recent observation of Douluo Star, Kindness and I found a genius," Evil slightly raised his head, revealing an incomparably beautiful face.

"A Child of Destiny?" Destruction asked tentatively.

"No, not him. I can't see that child's fate clearly, but it's as blazing as the sun, scorching hot. It may be the last struggle of Douluo Star's will before its demise," Evil mused.

"..."

Destruction nodded slightly.

"If that's the case, whose godhood will they inherit?"

"To suppress Tang San, an ordinary first-level god isn't enough. At the very least..." As Evil spoke, he gradually fell silent, noticing that all three were looking at him.

"Huh???"

"..."

"Fine, I don't mind as long as the Divine Realm can become better and not fall into Tang San's hands. But, Evil, this genius you mentioned must satisfy me first!" Destruction reluctantly shook his head.

"Of course, we won't interfere with the choice of your successor," Evil shrugged.

Meanwhile...

"Why... Why is it like this..."

Wang Dong walked back to Shrek Academy, devastated.

"..."

Xiao Xiao followed, anxious and helpless.

After all, she'd never seen someone "allergic" to soul tools before.

It was truly bizarre.

Just this morning, they tested over a hundred soul tools, including long-range soul cannons, close-combat daggers, swords, and more. Every time Wang Dong infused soul power, they triggered a severe reaction.

It felt as if a knife was twisting deep within his soul.

" Ding~ "

As the two stepped onto campus, the broadcast system chimed.

"The strongest fourth-year assault-type, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Bei Bei, will battle the strongest defense-type, Black Tortoise Xu Sanshi, in the Duel Arena in ten minutes! Interested students, don't miss out~"

The sweet voice of a female student echoed from the speakers.

Wang Dong still looked despondent.

But Xiao Xiao's eyes lit up with an idea.

"Hey, Wang Dong! Let's go watch the match! A clash between the strongest assault and defense types will definitely be exciting! Maybe it'll cheer you up!"

"No interest..." Wang Dong mumbled.

"Aww, come on! Just accompany me, okay?"

Xiao Xiao grabbed Wang Dong's hand, dragging him toward the Duel Arena.

"Her hand's so soft... like a girl's..." Xiao Xiao blushed but then felt a hint of confusion.

"But somehow, I like it even more~"

"Hey! Don't push!"

"Enter one at a time!"

"Wow, why are there so many people?"

Xiao Xiao looked around in awe. The stands spiraled upward, packed with excited students eager to watch the match.

Even Wang Dong's gloomy mood lifted a little in the lively atmosphere.

Bei Bei's charm and status as the strongest assault-type, combined with the hype of facing the strongest defense-type, had drawn many admirers.

With everyone seated, the referee appeared in the center of the Duel Arena.

A middle-aged man stood there.

Six soul rings emerged at his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black — the optimal soul ring configuration, his powerful aura suppressing the entire venue.

"Alright, both sides, step forward!"

The referee's calm voice echoed.

From opposite sides of the arena, Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi walked out.

The crowd's cheers grew even louder.

Bei Bei waved with his usual charm, while Xu Sanshi received no such enthusiasm.

"Prepare... Begin!"

The referee quickly retreated from the stage.

"Go, Lightning Bei Bei!"

"I love you! Give me your babies!"

"Attack his weakest point! Go for it!"

Boom!

Thunder roared.

Blue lightning coiled around Bei Bei like serpents, crackling as they surged.

With his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul activated, his aura reached its peak.

Xu Sanshi stood firm, his Black Tortoise shell materializing, prepared for Bei Bei's onslaught.

Yet, he felt a twinge of annoyance. Not a single cheer was for him.

Staring at the dashing Bei Bei, Xu Sanshi smirked.

Then he slowly spoke:

"She never loved you."

Bei Bei: "..."

Audience: "..."

Referee: "..."

The arena fell into complete silence.

In the next instant, the surging aura around Bei Bei shattered. His eyes grew hollow as he stared blankly into the distance.

His eyes reddened, and his body seemed to lose all support, his knees collapsing to the ground.

Tears began to fall.

Xu Sanshi: "..."

"AHAHAHAHA~"

The only sound was Wang Dong's uncontrollable laughter.

"Cough! Cough!" Xiao Xiao hurriedly pulled on Wang Dong's sleeve.

"Oh, oops... Sorry..."

Wang Dong wiped away tears of laughter, realizing that everyone was glaring at him with murderous eyes.

If looks could kill, he would've died a thousand times over.

But the pain from the soul tools was completely gone.

"Attack his weakest point... What were you doing?!!"

The referee rushed to check on Bei Bei, glaring at Xu Sanshi.

"I... uh..." Xu Sanshi scratched his head awkwardly.

Maybe he went a little too far this time...

"Today's match is over! All ticket fees will be refunded. Please register at the entrance to collect your refunds."

The referee declared.

"What? It's over already?"

Wang Dong looked disappointed; the drama was just getting good.

"Let's go!"

Xiao Xiao hurriedly dragged Wang Dong away.

Bei Bei's fans looked furious! If he weren't so good-looking, they might've attacked already!

(End of Chapter)

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