Soul Land 3: Legend Of The Dragon King Chapter 611 - Two Versus Two

Gu Yue shot a look at Tang Wulin. “What are you doing?”

Tang Wulin smiled. “I don't want you to get tired! What am I gonna do if you get grumpy when you're tired? You know, you age faster when you're in a bad mood. I know we're going to slowly grow old together, but wouldn't it be better if we make it even slower?”

“You're the one who's gonna get old!” Gu Yue couldn't help but smile, warmth in her gaze.

The two climbed onto the stage just as their opponents did as well.

Meng Xiaoran walked up onto the stage with his hands in his pockets, head tilted askew in seeming contempt and astonishment when he saw Tang Wulin and Gu Yue.

To Meng Xiaoran, Tang Wulin and Gu Yue looked fairly young; a couple of years less than twenty years old. Each year of training under twenty years old was significant. However, there were still many younger compet.i.tors, although most of them were here just for training for the next time. He himself had partic.i.p.ated in the tournament when he was younger for training. As such, he looked down on Tang Wulin and Gu Yue for how young they were, but he was also pleased with what seemed an easy victory.

Meng Xiaoran glanced at him partner. “Let's finish this up in one minute, no, half a minute.”

Meng Xiaoran's partner, Die'er , rolled her eyes. “You're so c.o.c.ky. How can you be certain they're not strong?”

Meng Xiaoran shrugged. “Is there any point in asking? Just look at how young they are. They can't be any older than sixteen. Seventeen if we're stretching it. I'm nearly twenty years old. There's no reason for us to lose to these kids.”

“That boy's super handsome!” Die'er hid her face in her hands, overwhelmed by Tang Wulin's handsome features and large, bright eyes.

“Hey hey. Pay attention. Could you stop acting so smitten?” Meng Xiaoran groaned as he stepped in front of Die'er to block her line of sight.

“Get out of the way.” Die'er kicked him aside. “I don't care. We're fighting in a moment, so let me memorize his face for now! You know, I can't see any bad points about him at all. He's sunny, handsome, and tall. If he's strong too, then he's my Prince Charming!”

“You d.a.m.n love-struck fool!” Meng Xiaoran grumbled, but didn't dare get in the way again. He didn't dare incite her into a frenzy.

The referee arrived on the stage a moment later and declared the rules of the match. Then Die'er took the lead and walked toward the center of the stage.

Tang Wulin stared at Die'er in astonishment. Aren't we about to fight? Why is she walking over before the start of the match?

“Hey, what's your name?” Die'er asked, her heated gaze landing on Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin was taken aback, slowly pointed at himself. “Me?”

“Yeah! You! What's your name, little brother? How old are you? Do you have a girlfriend?” Die'er asked excitedly.

“Go back to your side. The match is about to begin. This is the Continental Young Elites Tournament, not some blind date conference,” the referee said, glaring at her.

“Yeah, yeah. I got it. Hey, you handsome boy, what's your name? Hurry up and tell me,” Die'er urged.

“I'll tell you if you win,” Tang Wulin said, beaming.

“Wow! Your smile is blinding.”

The referee couldn't help but stare for a moment. “Hurry up and go back, otherwise I'll disqualify you.”

Meng Xiaoran couldn't watch this any longer. He ran over and forcibly dragged Die'er back.

Tang Wulin silently chuckled to himself. This was his first time encountering an opponent like her. He couldn't help but direct a wry smile at Gu Yue. “You see that? Our opponent has impeccable taste.”

Gu Yue just stared at him. “You have one minute. If you don't settle it by then, I'll step in. You're not telling her your name.”

“Got it, Boss.” Tang Wulin smirked.

Once Meng Xiaoran finished dragging Die'er back to their side, the judge declared, “Let the match begin!”

Meng Xiaoran immediately charged forward. He didn't want to be around Die'er any longer, so he opted for a direct confrontation to end the battle as soon as possible.

A pair of wings unfurled from Meng Xiaoran's back as he advanced. His wings were small, allowing only for limited flight, but when he leaped into the air, they were more than enough to carry him in a glide.

Two yellow and two purple soul rings appeared around him. Accompanied by the summoning of his martial soul, his hair rapidly gained streaks of various colors. This was the transformation of his martial soul, the golden pheasant! It was an agility-type martial soul with a certain peculiarity in that its attacks were based on its feathers. It had feathers of many different colors, each with their own effect. The feathers appearing on his body occurred in four colors: red, blue, yellow, and green.

He brandished a pair of red feathers as his first soul ring lit up, then he threw them straight at Tang Wulin and Gu Yue!

As the feathers shot forward, they transformed into two blazing birds that spread their wings wide and let out a screech.

“Hey, hey, slow down a bit!” Die'er shouted as she hurried after Meng Xiaoran.

Tang Wulin only had one minute, so he had rushed forward the instant the match began as well. Two golden soul rings appeared around him, the first s.h.i.+ning bright. Golden Dragon Body!

Golden scales covered Tang Wulin's torso and right arm as he advanced, claws growing from his hands. Faced with these blazing birds, he didn't even bother to evade.

“Woah! Golden soul rings! That's so cool!” Die'er exclaimed.

At the same time, a cold s.h.i.+ver ran down Meng Xiaoran's spine. The most troublesome part of the tournament was not knowing anything about the opponent. What are those golden soul rings?

Tang Wulin's golden dragon claws twinkled under the light as they easily tore through the flaming birds. HIs momentum not slowing the slightest, he launched forward at Meng Xiaoran.

Two blue feathers flew out, transforming into icy birds mid-flight. A bitter cold aura burst from the birds as the attacked Tang Wulin.

Interesting. A fire and ice dual element user? No. He shouldn't be an elementalist. This is his martial soul. As Tang Wulin pondered his opponent's martial soul, he smashed the ice birds into smithereens with his claws. Unlike the flame birds, these ice birds actually had a tangible form and higher attack power.

Seeing Tang Wulin's unstoppable momentum, Meng Xiaoran didn't hesitate to summon pull out two golden feathers from the top of his head and throw them at the ground. In reality, the number of feathers on his head and the number of colors corresponded to his soul power and soul skills.

In other words, there were as many feathers on his head as his soul power could produce, and the number of each color had been decided the moment he summoned his martial soul. This could be considered a limitation of his martial soul, but it was easily sidestepped by unsummoning and resummoning his martial soul to change the feather colors. The advantage was that he could unleash soul skills in an instant. The moment he threw the feather, it would activate a soul skill.

At that moment, Tang Wulin was nearly upon Meng Xiaoran. The two yellow feathers he had thrown on the ground earlier blossomed with brilliant yellow light.

To Tang Wulin's amus.e.m.e.nt, what appeared was not two birds, but a pair of brown chickens. The chickens spread their wings wide and jumped on Tang Wulin.

What an amusing martial soul he has! Tang Wulin stomped into the ground and shot forward, accelerating his approach. In a blur of movement, he tore through an opening between the chickens and continued on to Meng Xiaoran.

The chickens were not slow by any means, but it was impossible for them to keep pace with the Tang Sect's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step.

Meng Xiaoran nearly yelped in surprise as Tang Wulin's claws shot toward him.

“Die'er!” Meng Xiaoran screamed.

“Hey, pretty boy, I'm coming!” Die'er said.

The next instant, a sweet fragrance a.s.saulted Tang Wulin's nose and his mind went blank. He felt as if his mind was covered in mud.

Poison! These two really are a strange pair! Tang Wulin now saw a pair of pink b.u.t.terfly wings behind Die'er.

With a flap of her wings, her second soul ring shone and a pink fog floated toward Tang Wulin and Mengxiaoran.

Strangely, this fog scattered when entered Meng Xiaoran's proximity, refusing to touch him.

With a boom, the two chickens were sent flying out of the fog.

“Huh?” Die'er then witnessed Meng Xiaoran being sent flying twenty meters away before cras.h.i.+ng on the ground unconscious.

She had summoned her poison fog and hit Tang Wulin with it swiftly earlier, so he should have been stunned. Yet he somehow still managed to defeat Meng Xiaoran. She couldn't understand it. Meng Xiaoran hadn't even gotten to use his fourth soul skill yet he was already down.

Tang Wulin's body was undoubtedly a marvel. After two months of torturous training under the ocean, his body's potential had been dragged out and raised its toughness drastically. His body was far stronger than before now thanks to the Body Sect's hard training methods.
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