Douluo Dalu: The Legend of Heavenly Ruler-Novel

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--- Chapter 247 ---

On the outer stage, Ma Xiaotao silently stood with a calm expression plastered on her face.

She examined Yunlong, who leisurely landed on the arena and stared at the failed contestant. "What's he going to do?" She muttered.

Yunlong provoked the failed teams and performed a few weird hand signs.

He gazed at them indifferently and coldly whispered, "Fire Style..."

"Majestic Destroyer Flame."

Ma Xiaotao instinctively blinked her eyes for a second, but then a roaring sea of flame already rolled over the entire stage.

BOOM!

"How can a person simply summon a sea of flames like this." Ma Xiaotao couldn't believe her eyes, but even her teammate had the same expression.

"Also, this flame... it's different from mine."

Ma Xiaotao's phoenix flame possessed an extreme burning power, which wasn't corresponding to her cultivation.

Even though Ma Xioatao's cultivation was a spirit king, her phoenix flame could harm a spirit emperor, and that's just how terrifying her potential was.

However, if Ma Xiaotao considered her flame was powerful. Then, Yunlong's flame is simply a destructive force that could annihilate everything.

Behind a curtain of searing flame, a young man naturally stood with a calm look on his face, which caused Ma Xiaotao's heart to beat in wonder for a brief moment.

"Just who is he..." Ma Xiaotao whispered while feeling a gentle white mist surrounding her.

"Ice?" She tilted her head in confusion.

The holy son glanced at her and disappeared from everyone's gaze. He unexpectedly left everyone speechless at his dumbfounding ability.

"Sister, are you okay?" Ma Hongjun asked with a worried tone.

Ma Xiaotao shook her head and replied, "I'm okay."

The cold mist slowly dispersed, and the surviving teams stood with horrified looks on their faces. If they don't quickly defend themselves, their entire team will get swept out by that terrifying flame.

They slowly glanced over the other contestant and saw them in the worst condition, which sent a shiver to their spinies.

In the west martial school team, Zhong Fei directly was having a deep thought and looked at the burning damage around his palm.

"He doesn't use his martial soul..." He mumbled in awe. "That was pure spirit energy and fire element manipulation, which means that sea of flame was a self-created spirit skill."

Even if the holy son wasn't the one who created the technique, mastering such a skill will take years.

"16-18 years old..." Zhong Fei solemnly guessed with a grimace. "I thought the golden generation was the monster of the spirit hall, but it seemed that I was wrong."

He slowly moved his gaze to Yunlong, who casually drank his tea, and then added, "He was the real monster all along."

Liu Erlong tiptoed around the stage and casually ordered a few shadows to bring out the injured contestant. "Bring them to the clinic center." She commanded naturally.

She inwardly smirked because all of this was according to the plan. The entire audience was shocked by Yunlong's ability, which was a good publication.

Nevertheless, the sudden appearance of the holy son needed a stunning impression.

Liu Erlong shook her head because Yunlong's action before was excessively breathtaking.

'How strong did he actually become?' She suddenly thought.

"Teacher?" Su Yanyu suddenly called, which snapped Liu Erlong out of her thoughts.

Liu Erlong coughed a bit and responded, "Since the second round has ended, all teams that passed may take a rest."

"However! All of you should return to the arena tonight."

"Huh?" The contestant looked at her with ridiculous looks on their faces.

Liu Erlong smiled and casually stated, "We'll start the third round tonight."

"HUH!"

"WHAT?!"

"Do you know that we are tired?"

"Then have a good rest so that you can participate tonight." Liu Erlong indifferently answered. "Think of it as a battlefield."

"Battlefield?" Tang San frowned. "Is it a clue?"

"Well, see you later." Liu Erlong abruptly disappeared from their gazes.

Yunlong sipped his tea and looked down at a man in the audience seats. He has been eyeing him since the second round started.

"I bet he was confused." He commented with a smirk.

Without looking into Yu Xiaogang's head, his eyes were enough to state that he was curious about him.

"Who actually is he??"

"Even if he was the holy son, why does he seem so close with Bibi Dong?"

"Their relationship seems more than a disciple-master relationship?"

"Why Liu Erlong favored hi?"

"What's that flame technique he uses on the stage?"

"How could someone that young possess such mastery over energy and strength?"

Yunlong closed his eyes and commented, "What an easy man."

Liu Erlong arrived beside Yunlong's chairs and curiously peeked at him.

"It's Ninjutsu," Yunlong answered before Liu Erlong asked her question. "If you want to know more, I might teach you later."

"Oh, okay." Liu Erlong nodded her head. "I thought you would be more secretive about such a thing."

Yunlong chuckled and naturally replied, "It's not a secret, but only people I trust know about this."

Bibi Dong suddenly covered her mouth and lamented, "Is that so? You never told me about this, though."

"How sad..." She slowly leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Really?" Yunlong quickly put on an innocent smile.

Liu Erlong couldn't help but wryly smile when looking at these two interactions. "It's just like they are doing this on purpose." She sighed slightly.

"Hmm?" Liu Erlong turned her head and saw Flander intently gazed at her.

'It's been a while, Flander.' She calmly thought while waving her hand.

A nostalgic memory rushed to Liu Erlong's head. Eventually, when Yu Xiaogang appears, her memory immediately breaks into pieces like shattered glass.

"Are you okay?" Yunlong asked while grasping Liu Erlong's hand.

Liu Erlong felt the warmth from Yunlong's hand and quietly answered, "I'm okay, I just remembered a foul memory..."

--- Audience Seats ---

Flander was about to wave his hand to Liu Erlong, but when her expression abruptly darkened, he held his own hands back.

"...What actually happened to you, Erlong," Flander mumbled while solemnly looking at his old friend, who quickly was comforted by the holy son.

"Holy Son, Bibi Dong, and Liu Erlong." Yu Xiaogang has a dark expression on his face.

It was clear that Liu Erlong didn't work under the spirit hall by accident, which means Bibi Dong approached her first.

"Something is weird about the current situation." Yu Xiaogang lowered his head to calm himself down.

"I need a clue..."