Douluo 2: Way of Fake God With Soul Tools

The result...

Reality left Su Luoheng quite surprised.

He entered the arena quickly, but his exit was even quicker.

The moment the two clashed, a dramatic scene unfolded.

Su Luoheng only attempted a tentative kick, but the opponent lost control of his balance and flew off the platform. The match lasted less than a minute, setting a new record for the group stage.

At that moment, Su Luoheng's facial muscles twitched slightly.

He had expected a tough and arduous battle, but to his surprise, his opponent was defeated so swiftly and cleanly.

How should he put it...

He had thought the opponent was hiding something, but it seemed that he continued to 'hide' all the way until the match ended.

In a way, this guy was indeed successful in 'concealing' his abilities.

After all, even by the end of the match, Su Luoheng still hadn't seen his martial soul.

Impressive indeed~

As expected, although the final group match was filled with comedic elements, Su Luoheng advanced as the top of Group Three, becoming the first to enter the quarter-finals.

In a sense, this match was a blessing.

At the very least, it helped Su Luoheng save his energy and soul power for the upcoming matches.

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After another thirty minutes or so, the other seven groups' matches gradually concluded.

Along with Su Luoheng, the eight contestants were regrouped for the second round.

This time, the strength of the second-round opponents was clearly much higher than those in the first round, but Su Luoheng still effortlessly won two matches, advancing to the final!

At this point, the testing grounds' arenas transformed.

All the previous group arenas sank into the ground, leaving only one massive circular platform in the center of the testing grounds.

This change allowed all the spectators to have an unobstructed view of the final match.

The atmosphere at the venue had become electric with excitement.

In the spectator stands, Xuan Ziwen curiously asked, "Senior brother, did your disciple make it through?"

Ran Yuming nodded slightly, smiling faintly, "Ziwen, you'll see my disciple very soon."

As he spoke, the referee stepped onto the platform.

"The final match of the second-year soul master competition is about to begin! Contestants Su Luoheng and Xi Heng, please enter the arena!"

As the referee's announcement echoed, and amid the thunderous applause of the audience, the contestants Su Luoheng and Xi Heng slowly emerged from backstage.

Su Luoheng wore a dark blue combat outfit today. His posture was straight, his aura restrained, and his gaze calm.

Xi Heng, dressed in a light gray combat outfit, had a handsome appearance, a fierce aura, and a hint of arrogance flickering between his brows.

As soon as the two appeared, they sparked a heated discussion among the audience.

"Su Luoheng… that name sounds familiar?"

"Brother, you must not know. Su Luoheng is a rising star in our second year. Just yesterday, he inscribed five second-level and one first-level core formation in a row during the assessment!"

"Oh, I remember now~"

"Making it to the second-year finals, I didn't expect his combat abilities to be so impressive… But if it's about combat skills, I still think Xi Heng is stronger!"

"Yeah, Xi Heng is really powerful!"

"The top second-year soul engineer versus the top second-year soul master, this is going to be interesting!"

"I'm rooting for Xi Heng, feel free to choose whoever you like."

"…"

Both were well-known figures in the second year, and the audience was buzzing with excitement.

However, compared to Su Luoheng, who had claimed first place in the soul tool assessment, most of the spectators were still more confident in Xi Heng, who had a more impressive combat record.

In the teachers' viewing stand, Xuan Ziwen observed the two youths below, trying to guess which one was his senior brother Ran's disciple.

In the arena, Su Luoheng and Xiheng faced each other from a distance.

Both were sizing up their opponent. Having emerged from a pool of over 400 second-year competitors, their combat skills were unquestionable. However, they were equally confident in their own abilities.

Xiheng's expression was cold and proud, his eyes gleaming sharply with confidence.

"Xiheng, Rank 27 Soul Grandmaster. Pleased to meet you," he said.

"Su Luoheng, Rank 24 Soul Grandmaster. Pleased to meet you," Su Luoheng responded calmly, gazing at Xiheng with composure.

"The second-year finals: Su Luoheng versus Xiheng!" announced the referee. After confirming that both were ready, the referee raised his right hand solemnly and declared, "The match begins now!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the two fighters shot toward each other like leopards.

Simultaneously, they drew their weapons.

To everyone's surprise, both wielded swords as their spirit tools.

Xiheng raised his flaming red sword high into the air, and like a leopard, he sprang forward with explosive speed, the sword in his hand slicing toward Su Luoheng's head with lethal intent.

Su Luoheng also raised his blue sword, which had been gifted to him by his teacher. Now that he had advanced to Spirit Grandmaster, the Ice-Cold Sword was perfectly suited to him.

Clang!

The two swords clashed with a sharp, ear-piercing metallic sound.

Using the rebound from the clash, Su Luoheng was thrown backward. At the same time, he swung his arm, sending a sharp sword beam toward Xiheng's chest.

Xiheng reacted quickly, retreating to dodge the attack. Simultaneously, the red light on his sword flashed, and suddenly, the sword emitted a scorching heat. The air around him seemed to ignite, warping as fiery red light danced like flames.

"Slash!" Xiheng yelled, his sword slicing toward Su Luoheng's path.

In an instant, all the red light gathered onto his sword. As the sword came down, a crimson blade aura swept forward.

Su Luoheng's eyes narrowed upon seeing this. He recognized his opponent's spirit tool—a Grade 3 spirit tool, the Crimson Flame Sword. Its immense power was comparable to his Ice-Cold Sword. This was indeed a formidable opponent.

Without hesitation, Su Luoheng swung his Ice-Cold Sword, unleashing an icy blue sword beam in response.

The opposing waves of energy, one of fire and the other of ice, collided and neutralized each other. Xiheng used this moment to increase the distance between them.

At this point, both fighters grew more serious, their expressions turning grim.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the next instant, both struck simultaneously again.

The clash of weapons echoed without pause as they exchanged blows in rapid succession.

Ice and fire—extreme cold versus extreme heat.

Blue and red—entwined in battle.

Their spirit energy coursed through the cores of their spirit tools, fueling the two opposite forces in their hands. Attacks were launched and neutralized, collisions followed by more explosions of power, and the two energies continuously canceled each other out.

Each clash sparked brilliant flashes of light.

The evenly matched battle had the audience on the edge of their seats. The intensity of their fight was already on par with that of a typical battle between Spirit Elders. Before the match, few had anticipated that these two Spirit Grandmasters could put on such an exciting display!

In the audience stands, Ran Yuming had recognized Su Luoheng as his apprentice the moment the spirit tool circuits on the Ice-Cold Sword were activated.

Su Luoheng's talent was indeed impressive—no wonder his senior brother had taken a liking to him.

However…

Given the current situation, things didn't look so good for the boy!