Doulou Final Battle 1

The hostess' voice echoed through the grand arena, igniting thunderous cheers from the crowd. Male and female disciples from major sects and noble families roared in excitement, eager to witness this long-awaited battle.

"Let's go. Don't be afraid," Tang Huo'er, tall and alluring, turned her head slightly to glance at Lin Fan and his companions. Her voice was steady, her expression unwavering. "Even if we can't defeat the Spirit Hall team, I'll find a way to get you out of the ring."

Liu Erlong clenched her fists, determination burning in her eyes. "Senior Sister, we won't lose."

Lin Fan remained silent. He simply followed Tang Huo'er as they made their way to the dazzling golden stage.

As the seven members of Team Haotian stepped onto the battlefield, the energy in the stands surged. This was more than a match—it was a spectacle, a clash of titans that had captivated the entire Douluo Continent.

For Lin Fan, however, this was more than a battle. It was a fight for survival. His fate, along with that of Liu Erlong, Ye Keke, and Shui Yue'er, hung in the balance. The Spirit Hall team would show no mercy.

And then there was Bibi Dong.

He didn't know exactly what she was thinking, but he had a feeling she was waiting for something—an opportunity. She had already proven her ruthlessness, executing five members of the Yu Clan and seven from the Li Clan in previous matches. Was she following orders? Or was she waiting for the right moment to break free from her chains?

If this battle was her final test, then she would fight with everything she had. Would she kill Tang Huo'er? Would she sacrifice herself? Would Lin Fan die by someone else's hand before he even had a chance to find out?

The questions weighed heavily on his mind. If Bibi Dong had any intention of revealing her plans, it had to be now.

Lin Fan took a deep breath as the Spirit Hall team walked onto the stage. His eyes locked onto a familiar figure.

Bibi Dong.

She had changed into a flowing blue gauze dress that accentuated her slender frame. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, swaying gently with the wind. Despite being only eighteen, she already possessed an air of dominance, her gaze sharp and unreadable.

Her eyes, cold and indifferent, carried an invisible weight. She wasn't just a young girl—she was a queen in the making.

Beside her stood two girls with heterochromatic eyes—one purple, one red. The girl with red eyes looked empty, devoid of emotion, while the purple-eyed girl exuded an unsettling aura. Lin Fan's third eye allowed him to perceive things others couldn't, and what he saw made his skin crawl.

Tang Huo'er, unfazed, took a step forward. "We finally meet again, Bibi Dong. I wonder how you've been this past year."

Bibi Dong's voice was cool, her tone cutting. "With an opponent like you, I had no choice but to grow stronger. But your team seems weaker than last time."

Her gaze flickered over Lin Fan, Liu Erlong, and Shui Yue'er, but she did not linger. It was as if she didn't recognize them at all.

Tang Huo'er smirked. "You'll find out soon enough whether they're weak or not. But you'd better beat me, Bibi Dong. If you lose, I won't be merciful to your teammates either."

For the first time, Bibi Dong's composure wavered. Her eyes darted toward Lin Fan, and for the briefest moment, something unreadable flashed in her expression. But then she quickly masked it, looking back at Tang Huo'er.

"I will do my best," she said coldly. "But you should consider letting your weaker teammates leave now. This is their last chance. Once the battle begins, they won't stand a chance. And the people behind me… they are not ones to show mercy."

A flicker of irritation crossed Tang Huo'er's face. She turned her head slightly and looked at Lin Fan. Then, with a sudden movement, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward.

"Oh?" she mused playfully. "Could it be that you're worried about someone in particular, Bibi Dong?"

Lin Fan stiffened. He found himself standing directly in front of Bibi Dong, caught between the two women. Their eyes met.

For a fleeting moment, everything else disappeared.

Bibi Dong's fingers curled into fists. A subtle tremor ran through her body. Her breath hitched, but she quickly steadied herself. Then, in a low, urgent voice, she spat, "Get off the stage, you idiot! Are you trying to die? Why are you here?"

Lin Fan's heart clenched. He could hear the worry beneath her anger.

In this sealed arena, no one outside could hear them. He had to say it now.

"Bibi Dong, I came here for you," he said firmly. "I need to talk to you—"

"I don't want to hear it! Leave, now!"

For the first time, her voice cracked. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Lin Fan took a step forward, but before he could say another word, Tang Huo'er's hand covered his mouth.

"Mmph—!"

He struggled, but her grip was firm. She pulled him against her, her tall frame pressing against his back. It was a rather indecent position, and Lin Fan flushed with embarrassment.

"Senior Sister, what are you doing?! Let me go!" he protested, his voice muffled.

Tang Huo'er ignored him, keeping her gaze locked on Bibi Dong. "Relax," she said lightly. "He's my junior apprentice. I'll protect him. He's not leaving this stage. I want him to see me defeat you with his own eyes."

Bibi Dong's expression darkened. "Tang Huo'er, there are less than thirty seconds left! Do you really want to throw their lives away?"

Tang Huo'er's smirk widened. "Ah, so you do care about him. How interesting. But tell me, Bibi Dong—where was this mercy when you slaughtered the Yu Clan and the Li Clan? You are the Saintess of Spirit Hall. Your hands are soaked in blood. And yet, now, you hesitate?"

Silence.

Bibi Dong's face turned deathly pale.

Ten seconds left.

Her lips trembled.

Then, suddenly, a dark green mark appeared on her forehead. Six eerie spider spears shot out from her back, joining the eight sharp bone spurs protruding from her arms.

Lin Fan's breath caught.

This was—

Her second martial spirit. The Soul Devouring Spider Emperor.

"Bibi Dong…"

A powerful aura exploded from her body, sending a shockwave across the arena.

"Tang Huo'er," she whispered, her voice deadly calm. "You won't leave this ring alive."

The bell rang.

The match had begun.

Tang Huo'er's smirk disappeared. Her eight spinning blades merged into a single, terrifying weapon—the Haotian Wheel of Destruction.

"Finally," she murmured, gripping the hilt. "Now show me what you're really made of, Bibi Dong."

Their eyes locked.

And then, with a deafening roar, the final battle began.