Douluo: Soul-Breaking spear

Chapter 103: The Monoceros Tyrant Dragon

Yang Wushuang, his second grandfather, spent an entire day absorbing his new spirit ring—understandable given that it was a rare 76,000-year-old ring.

During this time, a few soul beasts came to attack, likely drawn by the scent of the Gale Demon Wolf's blood. However, none of them were old or powerful enough to be suitable for spirit rings, and Dugu Bo's poison arrays drove them away, avoiding any major danger.

When Yang Wushuang finished absorbing the ring, his soul power rose to level 91, officially marking him as a Title Douluo within the Po Clan.

As he completed the process, he noticed that the Gale Demon Wolf's corpse was now entirely green from the poison—and it had been dissected completely, which was unusual for soul masters.

Before Yang Wushuang could say anything, Yang Wudi spoke up first. "Second Brother, let's move on. We need to find suitable spirit rings for me and Potian now."

Yang Wushuang was a bit baffled. "Big Brother, what about the Gale Demon Wolf's body? Why was it dissected so quickly?"

Nearby, Niu Gao chuckled and chimed in, "Ask your good grandson about that! Congratulations, Brother Wushuang. You've just received a 76,000-year-old Gale Demon Wolf left leg spirit bone!"

After learning of this unexpected fortune, Yang Wushuang was speechless. It turned out his grandson had already claimed the bone. He understood Yang Potian's personality well enough to know that anything valuable in his hands was unlikely to be seen again.

It reminded him of the last time they visited the Yin-Yang Love Ice and Fire Pool. Yang Zhentian and Yang Potian had no doubt acquired some treasures there, yet they both swore they'd gained nothing. Every so often, though, they would flaunt new treasures, irritating him further.

Still, Yang Wushuang put aside his frustration to focus on their priority—finding spirit beasts for the others.

Over the following days, however, they encountered no suitable or powerful spirit beasts.

One evening, as the five were resting on a patch of open ground, a thunderous sound echoed through the forest, causing the ground to shake beneath them.

Without hesitation, Niu Gao grabbed Yang Potian, and the group quickly hid in the forest. They soon discovered the source of the commotion—a massive Titan Giant Ape passing through.

This Titan Giant Ape stood dozens of meters tall, with a body like dark granite and a few golden markings on its skin. Its massive muscles looked as if they held boundless strength.

The five stared in awe. This was Er Ming, the Titan Giant Ape, and in the Star Dou Forest, he was the undisputed king. The mere sound of his approach sent other high-level soul beasts scattering—a testament to his dominance.

Yang Potian couldn't help but murmur to his grandfather, "Grandpa, how about using this Titan Giant Ape as your ninth spirit ring?"

Yang Wudi rolled his eyes at him, silently dismissing the idea. The group slipped quietly away from the scene.

Yang Potian was baffled. Why are they all so intimidated by this Titan Giant Ape? After all, they had three Title Douluo plus Dugu Bo's poison; they should be able to handle a Titan Giant Ape. Even in the original story, Bibi Dong had used poison to subdue both the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Blue Bull Python. So why was his grandfather so cautious?

After all, a 100,000-year spirit beast would guarantee a spirit bone, and such spirit bones were priceless.

To his knowledge, only seven 100,000-year spirit rings had appeared in Douluo Continent prior to Tang San's time, held by Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Tang Hao, and Bibi Dong, with Bibi Dong possessing two.

The next day, they set up a watch near a small stream, hoping to spot some high-level soul beasts as they came to drink. They did see a few in the 70,000-80,000-year range, but none were quite what they were looking for.

Later that afternoon, as they searched, the distant sound of an intense battle reached their ears. The roars were unlike anything they had heard before; the exact soul beasts were hard to determine.

Exchanging glances, the group swiftly made their way toward the commotion.

When they arrived, they found a vast swath of forest reduced to rubble, with two enormous soul beasts locked in combat.

One was a massive golden gorilla, over 30 meters tall, with fur like pure gold. It seemed to be the legendary Vajra Gorilla.

Vajra Gorillas were a type of gorilla soul beast, far stronger than the usual Giant Force Gorillas and reportedly on par with Titan Giant Apes.

Judging by its size, this Vajra Gorilla had likely reached around 80,000 years.

Its opponent was a smaller, more reptilian creature, about 20 meters long—a dragon-type beast with a single large horn on its head.

This was a Monoceros Tyrant Dragon, likely about 40,000 years old or a bit less.

The Monoceros Tyrant Dragon seemed to hold a slight advantage over the 80,000-year Vajra Gorilla, which was surprising; the gorilla appeared more injured.

The five were stunned by the display of strength. The ground was littered with craters and debris from the two beasts' battle.

Yang Potian turned to his grandfather, "Grandpa, what do you think of the Vajra Gorilla? Would it make a good ninth ring for you?"

Grandfather Yang Wudi seemed to understand his meaning. "Potian, what do you think of the Monoceros Tyrant Dragon? Wouldn't it meet your requirements?"

The two exchanged a smile; both were clearly pleased with their respective targets.

After some discussion, they decided it would be too risky to approach the beasts directly. Instead, Dugu Bo would secretly administer a non-lethal, paralyzing poison—a slow-acting, almost undetectable toxin.

Dugu Bo, though grumbling about his role as the "support," reluctantly snuck over to poison the beasts.

As the fight between the two soul beasts grew more intense, their injuries worsened. Strangely, they became increasingly frenzied, losing control and fighting purely on instinct.

This was the effect of Dugu Bo's poison, which gradually dulled their senses, leading them to fight until they were utterly exhausted.

After half a day, when the beasts began to tire, Niu Gao placed Yang Potian in a safe spot.

The other four exchanged nods, then charged toward the two weakened beasts with clear targets.

Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi attacked the Vajra Gorilla, while Yang Wushuang and Niu Gao took on the Monoceros Tyrant Dragon.

Each quickly summoned their martial souls. Dugu Bo's Emerald Phosphor Serpent King surrounded the battlefield with a green poisonous mist, while Niu Gao's formidable defenses countered the Monoceros Tyrant Dragon's immense strength.

Both grandfathers used their Martial Soul True Bodies, transforming into giant phantasms wielding Soul-Breaking Spears that they drove into the beasts.

The fight was swift. The two beasts, already exhausted from their previous battle, could not withstand the assault. For the four attackers, victory came relatively easily.

The Vajra Gorilla was swiftly killed by Yang Wudi's spear, while the Monoceros Tyrant Dragon was left barely alive, gasping its last breaths.

Yang Potian hurried over to the two fallen beasts.

Niu Gao gave him one last warning, "Potian, make sure you're ready for this. That spirit ring is 40,000 years old, and its energy may be very powerful."

"Grandpa, trust me. With my body's resilience, I should be able to absorb the 40,000-year ring from this Monoceros Tyrant Dragon."

Niu Gao, reassured, stepped aside.

They decided to absorb the spirit rings on-site, as their recent battle had scared away the nearby soul beasts, and they now had an additional Title Douluo among them, giving them three protectors.

Dugu Bo set up a poison array around them, and the three guarded in different directions.

Yang Potian summoned his Soul-Breaking Spear and drove it into the Monoceros Tyrant Dragon's eye, ending its life. A deep black spirit ring appeared over its body, radiating an intense and profound energy.

Yang Potian and his grandfather Yang Wudi exchanged a nod, each beginning the process of absorbing their respective rings.

Yang Potian carefully channeled the ring's energy into his body. Although painful, the process was more manageable than when he had absorbed the Iron Feather Tiger Hawk ring, and even the soul shock was less intense.

The entire absorption took him eight hours, after which he felt a sense of comfort and newfound strength. His soul power had increased, and his body had grown significantly more robust.

Upon inspection, he noticed the silver giant within his mind's eye had grown stronger, and his Soul-Breaking Spear had also become heavier, now weighing over 2,000 jin (approximately 1,100 kg). Thanks to the second Silver-level awakening of his Martial Soul, his physical and spiritual strength had increased dramatically.

After this absorption, his soul power reached level 53, marking him as a mid-tier spirit master, capable of defending himself in most situations.

With his body and spiritual strength at the level of a Spirit Saint, he was beginning to understand why the Full Body Martial Soul was regarded as the pinnacle among Martial Souls.

Yang Potian glanced at the three who guarded him, as well as his grandfather, who was still in the process of absorbing his ring. It was clear that his grandfather was in considerable pain; perhaps it was wise they hadn't tried to capture the Titan Giant Ape after all.

Once again, Yang Potian took out his tools and began dissecting the two beasts, drawing sidelong glances from the others.

It seemed his luck was boundless—the corpses contained two spirit bones. The Monoceros Tyrant Dragon yielded a left arm bone, while the Vajra Gorilla provided a right arm bone.

Yang Potian was speechless. Aren't spirit bones supposed to be extremely rare? How could we obtain three spirit bones from just three soul beasts?

Apparently, intense suffering in soul beasts could increase the chances of spirit bone creation. Could Dugu Bo's poison have made the beasts suffer that much?

(End of Chapter)

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