Doulou Dalu 31

Lin Fan did not hesitate. He immediately activated the Blood Devil's Wrath, despite being limited to only eight uses. His determination to qualify for the Spirit Master Elite Competition outweighed any reservations. This competition was his only chance to meet Bibi Dong. If he could confront her in battle, he might be able to reveal his plan and convince her to join forces with him—breaking free from the Spirit Hall and securing a future for their unborn child.

According to Tang Yiran, the Soul Master Elite Competition used top-tier soul guides capable of blocking even Titled Douluo-level mental interference. This ensured absolute fairness—no one, not even Qian Xunji, could manipulate or overhear conversations within the arena.

A cold system notification rang in Lin Fan's ears:

"Ding! Super Blood Rage state activated..."

Attack power increased by 1,000 points.

Defense increased by 1,500 points.

Speed enhanced by 200%.

Spiritual power enhanced.

Blood Demon Shield deployed.

A deep crimson aura enveloped Lin Fan as his attribute panel values skyrocketed. His skin turned blood-red, mimicking the in-game effect of Blood Devil's Wrath. His entire body pulsed with newfound strength.

Meanwhile, Tang Long's Clear Sky Hammer, crackling with thunder, hurtled toward him. At the same time, Tang Feng's enormous snake—a manifestation of his martial spirit—lunged forward, its massive body coiling menacingly.

But then, something unexpected happened.

Tang Long halted mid-attack. His hammer, poised to strike, hovered in the air. He glared at Lin Fan and scoffed, "Kid, if my sisters hadn't begged me to go easy on you, this hammer would've crushed your skull. Step off the stage while you still can."

Lin Fan was stunned.

What?! They don't want to fight anymore?!

His Blood Devil's Wrath was active for only twenty seconds, and now they wanted to back out? He had no time to argue.

Without hesitation, he lunged forward, swinging his Shadow Battle Axe straight at Tang Long's Clear Sky Hammer.

"You're courting death!"

This time, Tang Long and Tang Feng didn't hold back. If they killed Lin Fan now, no one could stop them.

"Fourth Soul Skill – Thor's Hammer!"

Tang Long's Clear Sky Hammer expanded, surging with violent lightning. He swung it downward, aiming to obliterate Lin Fan in one blow. There was no way Lin Fan could teleport away this time.

Meanwhile, Tang Feng's silver snake lunged forward, baring razor-sharp fangs.

"Xiao Fan!"

Tang Yiran, hovering above the arena, watched helplessly as the attack closed in. Desperation and terror flooded her eyes. Shui Yue'er, high in the air, reacted instantly, sending waves of ice toward Lin Fan's opponents.

But it was too late.

A deafening impact shook the stage as Thor's Hammer and the Devouring Serpent collided with Lin Fan's Blood Demon Shield. The shield shattered instantly—it had absorbed the damage, but it didn't benefit from Lin Fan's own defense stats.

At that moment, Lin Fan activated his trump card:

"Unrivaled Nationalist!"

He dismissed the Shadow Battle Axe, summoning his first martial spirit—the Purple Flame Tiger. In his right hand, a spear wreathed in purple flames materialized.

His movements mimicked those of Han Xin from the game, launching an aerial assault with a flurry of strikes.

The system's voice echoed:

"Eight-combo attack initiated. Three-second dominance mode engaged. Immunity to control activated. 20% damage reduction applied."

A brutal flurry of eight consecutive strikes tore through the battlefield.

When the dust settled:

The massive Devouring Serpent lay motionless, its metallic silver scales scarred with deep gashes.

Tang Long's Clear Sky Hammer shrank rapidly, his eyes dull with disbelief.

His body flew backward, landing heavily on the iron-stone floor.

Lin Fan stood unscathed. Not only had he survived, but his health bar was full, and the Blood Demon Shield had regenerated.

Tang Long's final, desperate attack was nothing more than a futile struggle. Lin Fan casually caught the hammer with one hand, lifted Tang Long's entire body, and hurled him out of the ring.

Tang Long's scream of pure disbelief rang through the silent arena.

Less than ten seconds remained on Super Blood Rage.

Lin Fan turned toward Tang Feng, still in his giant snake form.

Tang Feng roared and unleashed his fifth soul skill—Giant Snake Devour—using up the last of his soul power. The colossal snake head lunged forward, colliding with Lin Fan's Blood Demon Shield, shattering it once again.

But Lin Fan didn't flinch.

He grabbed the enormous silver snake, leapt into the air, and with an earth-shattering motion, hurled Tang Feng out of the ring.

The Haotian Silver Snake crashed down, reverting to Tang Feng's human form. His face was pale, his body trembling with exhaustion.

The entire arena fell silent.

Tang Yiran landed on the stage, her eyes locked onto Lin Fan in complete disbelief.

Shui Yue'er followed, staring at him with a mixture of awe and fear.

Was this really the same Lin Fan?

The level 32 weakling of the Haotian Sect's inner court?

The Blood Rage state ended, and the blood-red hue faded from Lin Fan's body.

This battle had shaken the entire competition to its core.

And this was only the beginning.