Douluo; Zhongli Adventures in Mortal World with Paimon

Chapter 195: Du Bafang vs Tang Hao



"A mere level-87 Soul Douluo?"

Only someone like Tang Hao, a titled Douluo, could say such a thing without it sounding out of place.

Despite Tang Hao's menacing approach, Meng Shenji remained unafraid.

Death comes to all. He was old, with little time left in his life, so why not leave a legacy for his disciples?

Beg for mercy? Never!

He couldn't disgrace his students, nor tarnish the honor of being the headmaster of Heaven Dou Imperial Academy!

Better to die standing than live kneeling.

"I hope what happens today spreads far and wide."

"My dear disciple, your teacher is about to give you one last lesson if you are seeing this or hear from someone!"

"I hope you'll never have to use it in your life!"

Meng Shenji let out a thunderous roar, his voice echoing across the entire Shrek Academy.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Black Demon True Form!"

The Black Demon, lacking a definitive shape, was essentially a concentration of mental energy.

In its true form, Meng Shenji transformed into a black, spectral mass, making him immune to most physical attacks.

Upon entering this state, his eighth soul ring—the one with the highest age limit—lit up, its black radiance shining brilliantly.

"Tang Hao, I know I'm no match for you, but I'm no pushover either!"

"Disciples, remember this: better to shatter like jade than crumble like tiles!"

"Eighth Soul Skill: Call the Stars, Summon the Spirits, Cold Shadows Feast on Men's Fears!"

As Meng Shenji spoke, the entire Shrek Academy courtyard transformed into what seemed like the depths of hell.

Ghostly figures marched, and malevolent spirits devoured the living...

The terrifying sights could scare the wits out of anyone faint-hearted just by a glance.

Meng Shenji's eighth soul skill was so daunting that even most titled Douluo would avoid facing it head-on.

It was a soul skill targeting the mind—a nightmare to deal with.

But Tang Hao wasn't just any titled Douluo; he was the Killing God, who had emerged from the City of Slaughter itself!

These "visions"? Whether they were fake or real didn't matter—Tang Hao remained unfazed.

He had seen far more gruesome scenes, and more importantly, he had personally been part of them.

The number of people he had killed in the City of Slaughter could be described as mountains of corpses.

Without even needing to activate the Killing God Domain, Tang Hao withstood the assault effortlessly.

"No... impossible!"

Meng Shenji, unfortunately, had never encountered the "Killing God" in his life. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used this eighth soul skill against him.

The "Killing God" wasn't completely immune to mental attacks, but against such "bloody" scenes, they were mere child's play.

"Shatter like jade, crumble like tiles... I will grant your wish!"

Tang Hao slowly raised the Clear Sky Hammer. His soul rings didn't even light up, indicating that he wasn't using a soul skill.

Gripping the hammer's handle with both hands, he pivoted on his right foot, his body spinning as the hammer carved a perfect arc through the air before smashing toward Meng Shenji.

This was the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, perfected to mastery by Tang Hao. He was only a step away from its pinnacle.

Tang Hao's mastery of the Great Sumeru Hammer technique had even earned the praise of Tang Chen, making Tang Hao the Clear Sky Douluo of his generation.

Tang Chen's path relied on supreme techniques, powerful self-created skills, and unparalleled refinement.

Tang Hao's path, however, was one of brute force overwhelming all!

This hammer strike carried at least ten thousand pounds of force, a truly terrifying display of power.

And this wasn't even Tang Hao at his peak strength or in his strongest state.

"Old Meng!"

"Headmaster!"

"Dean Meng!"

The crowd exclaimed in shock, momentarily forgetting to resist. The pressure from Tang Hao was simply overwhelming!

Just as everyone thought that Meng Shenji would either die or be gravely injured, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

With a resounding boom, a fist collided with the Clear Sky Hammer. The impact was evenly matched, and the ground trembled violently.

In the end, Tang Hao withdrew his hammer and took half a step back. He looked at the newcomer with a slightly astonished expression.

"Du Bafang!"

The person who had arrived was none other than Du Bafang, the acting leader of the Body Sect!

Du Bafang seemed somewhat surprised by Tang Hao's attack.

This Clear Sky Douluo... seems a bit lacking in stamina?

To be fair, there was some truth to that. Tang Hao was already gravely injured. Although his soul power level was one rank higher than Du Bafang's, the strength he could exert was limited.

Indeed, during this time, Du Bafang had raised his soul power from rank 93 to rank 94!

There was now only a one-rank difference between him and Tang Hao, the rank 95 Clear Sky Douluo.

Although Tang Hao had a full set of soul bones, their quality was somewhat inferior to Du Bafang's.

It must be noted that Du Bafang possessed two 100,000-year-old soul bones and a torso bone of over 90,000 years.

His right arm soul bone was none other than the 100,000-year-old Titan Giant Ape's right arm bone!

In terms of raw strength, Du Bafang actually had the upper hand.

When a 100,000-year-old soul beast is killed, it guarantees the drop of one of the six conventional soul bones. Tang Hao owned a right leg soul bone—A Yin's soul bone, which was also a right leg soul bone.

This clearly indicated that Tang Hao had a full set of soul bones even before breaking through to become a Titled Douluo.

Meng Shenji emerged from his black mist state, swallowing nervously. He had thought that he was about to die, yet unexpectedly, the acting leader of the Body Sect, the second-generation Body Douluo, had saved him.

"Thank you, Body Douluo, for saving my life. Meng Shenji is deeply grateful!"

Meng Shenji's face flushed slightly; he was feeling embarrassed.

He had declared that he would teach Vhi Yu a final lesson, yet here he was, still alive. It was a bit awkward, to say the least.

Fortunately, Chi Yu wasn't present.

Previously, he had hoped that what happened here would spread, but now, he regretted it.

"No need for thanks," Du Bafang said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "This Clear Sky Douluo acts without regard for right or wrong. I simply wanted to correct that bad habit of his."

Hearing this, Tang Hao became angry. Members of the Clear Sky Clan were known for their fiery tempers.

A mere rank 94 Titled Douluo had exploited the element of surprise to steal a half-point advantage, and now he was acting all smug?

If it weren't for that "senior" figure, Du Bafang and his Body Sect would have been taught a painful lesson by Tang Hao in a matter of moments.

The onlookers were stunned. The second-generation Body Douluo was directly challenging Tang Hao, who had been the most outstanding young soul master of two or three decades prior!

"Du Bafang, without Senior Martial God, what are you—this mere rank 94 Titled Douluo—compared to me, Tang Hao, that you dare lecture me?"

Tang Hao needed to protect his dignity. After all, what else does one live for, if not for that?

Of course, even in his words, he did not dare offend Zhongli, using respectful language instead.

Du Bafang also knew that the Martial God, who loved to "watch the show," was likely observing the scene from somewhere nearby.

"You're absolutely right. Without the Sect Master, I, Du Bafang, would indeed be nothing. Back then, in front of you, I was no more than an ant," Du Bafang admitted openly, spreading his hands in a nonchalant manner.

Tang Hao hadn't said anything wrong. What harm was there in admitting it?

"I stand here today only because I bask in the Sect Master's glory."

"Tang Hao, without the inheritance of the Clear Sky Clan, what are you, really?"


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