Transmigrating to Douluo Continent, A Moment of Godhood and Demonic Power

Chapter 176 Rising to Fame (2) - One-Punch Man Yu Han

"Contestants number 0667 and 1178, please come to the stage!"

Qian Yuhan and the others were chatting in the lounge when they heard the broadcast.

"Here they come!" Qian Yuhan stood up, twisted his neck, and loosened his shoulders in preparation for battle.

"Go, fourth brother!"

"Go, Fourth Brother!"

"come on!"

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Qian Yuhan, wearing the mask that had been provided to her, slowly walked onto the stage.

"Number 0667, please give me your guidance." Qian Yuhan made a gesture of invitation with her right and left hands, while her right hand was behind her back.

Qian Yuhan's opponent, No. 1178, sneered upon seeing this: "Where did this brat come from? A little kid trying to act like a big shot, hehe—little brother, I advise you to be sensible. I am a level 42 Soul Master."

"You talk too much, brother," Qian Yuhan said with a slight smile.

"Oh, judging from your tone, you're clearly not convinced. Fine!" Number 1178 said in a deep voice, "Then I'll beat you until you submit!"

Number 1178's soul power surged, and four soul rings—three yellow and one purple—emerged. Behind him, the phantom of an extremely fast wolf slowly appeared, letting out a long howl towards the sky.

"Hey, people in the Soul Arena, get the medical staff ready! I'm not responsible if someone dies!" Number 1178 yelled towards the sidelines.

The staff outside the arena glanced at him and said, "Who is this guy? How can he be so arrogant?"

"Exactly, this whole thing is just bullying the weak. I can't stand him."

"That being said, 0667 really does look like a child, so it's better to be cautious."

Inside the private room, Mu Chen spat out the water he had just finished drinking as he listened to 1178's words: "Holy crap, level 42? That's awesome! Fourth brother, get him!"

"How arrogant." Tang Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, arms crossed.

"Heh, what a clown."

Qian Yuhan stopped wasting words and five soul rings, one purple and four black, appeared beneath his feet.

"what?"

"Well--"

A gasp of surprise rang out from the audience.

"How is this possible? Soul... Soul King?? How old is he? And what about his Soul Ring configuration..." Number 1178 stared at Qian Yuhan across from him, his body stiffening involuntarily.

1178 muttered to himself: One purple and four black, are they kidding me? They must be using some trick to fool me.

"Strike first, play tricks! First Soul Skill—"

The first yellow spirit ring under 1178's feet flashed.

"Swift as the wind!"

The swift wolf phantom behind 1178 flashed, moving at incredible speed, its afterimage creating a gust of wind as it attacked Qian Yuhan.

Qian Yuhan remained unmoved, showing no reaction whatsoever to the attacking waves.

"Heh, you've been exposed now, haven't you? What are you pretending for?" 1178 clearly thought that Qian Yuhan was frightened by his attack and stood still.

"Why isn't 0667 responding?"

"Isn't he the Soul King? Or is he a fake?"

"I think so. They're just playing a trick to fool 1178."

"That should be it, but 1178 saw through it, and now we're at a loss."

"At this age, he's probably only a Great Soul Master at most, tsk tsk tsk—"

Several staff members in the spectator area naturally heard the conversation among the spectators and looked at each other: "Should we intervene and save him now?"

"If that kid is really just a Great Soul Master, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand a Soul Master's attack."

The surrounding audience members chattered amongst themselves.

As the storm approached, Mu Chen stood up and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Fourth Brother?"

Tang Chen smiled slightly: "Third brother, don't be impatient. This kind of attack isn't worthy of your fourth brother's intervention."

"Ugh, how boring," 1178 said with a shrug.

boom!

"It's over. Why did I get matched with such a little guy in the first game..."

1178 was so engrossed in his own world that he didn't say anything more, waiting for the audience's applause.

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#1178: ? What's going on? There wasn't even any applause?

When I opened my eyes, a fist was right in front of me.

boom!Boom!

Qian Yuhan sent No. 1178 flying with a single punch.

The audience didn't applaud because they were all stunned; what had they seen?

They actually saw a child easily block the first soul skill of a Soul Master with a wave of his hand, then flash in front of his opponent and blast him away with a punch!

Need I say more? Our strength speaks for itself!

"It's fake...it's fake, right..."

"Could this kid really be a Soul King?!"

"Holy crap!! What kind of monster is this?!"

Inside the private room, Mu Chen laughed, "As expected of the fourth brother, One-Punch Man, hahaha—"

"This clown is invincible..."

Tang Chen smiled slightly and didn't say anything, but in his heart he was thinking: Fourth brother, I really want to fight you again!

The door to the private room opened at that moment...

"You guys are really here? Aren't you tired?"

The person who came was indeed Fang Ya.

"Xiaoya?! You're here! Come on, Lao Si is playing!" Mu Chen called Fang Ya over.

"You guys are all practically martial arts fanatics. I saw you looking so listless during the day, but all your energy is here now," Fang Ya said with a light laugh.

"Are you still playing today?" Mu Chen asked.

"No, I was exhausted yesterday. I shouldn't have stayed up so late playing with you guys..." Fang Ya said with a wry smile.

Compared to the boys, Fang Ya and Ouyang Luoxue actually preferred theoretical learning. Although they understood the importance of practical combat and cultivation, they still preferred the knowledge in books. Cultivating their fighting spirit was just to ensure that their strength did not fall too far behind theirs.

Inside the arena, player number 1178 fell from the protective barrier, clutching his swollen face from Qian Yuhan's punch, still seething with anger.

"You bastard! You little brat, how dare you slap me in the face! You're asking for it!"

Number 1178 roared furiously, feeling insulted.

His soul power erupted like a volcanic eruption, rapidly expanding to its peak under the intense stimulation of his emotions!

Second Soul Skill: Bloodthirsty Wolf Soul!

Number 1178 roared, and his body was instantly enveloped in a layer of blood-red soul power, transforming him into a ferocious wolf that exuded a chilling aura.

Immediately afterwards, he activated his fourth soul skill without hesitation:

Fourth Soul Skill: Lone Wolf Howl Kill!

At this moment, Number 1178 was completely blinded by rage, and his reason had long since vanished.

He didn't even consider the power contained in Qian Yuhan's punch, nor did he realize that Qian Yuhan's true cultivation level might be much higher than he imagined.

Number 1178 now has only one thought in mind: to teach this arrogant brat a lesson and let him know what he's capable of!

However, if he could still retain a sliver of rationality, he might have been able to sense the powerful soul force fluctuations from Qian Yuhan's punch, thus coming to his senses and reassessing Qian Yuhan's strength.

Unfortunately, anger clouded his judgment and caused him to miss the opportunity to see the truth.

At this moment, the two spirit rings, number 1178, one yellow and one purple, shone brightly on his body, as if cheering on his anger.

The Swift Wolf behind him raised its head and let out a long howl, a sound so deafening it seemed to pierce the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, its body rapidly merged into No. 1178's body like smoke.

In an instant, No. 1178's body emitted a dazzling light, his muscle lines became more defined, and his strength was greatly enhanced in an instant.

This is the effect of Martial Soul Possession, which has given his strength a qualitative leap.

"Ughhhhh!"

Number 1178 let out a roar, his eyes turning bloodshot and revealing a strong killing intent.

"Die! The Lone Wolf Howls and Kills!"

With a roar, his hands swiftly transformed into sharp claws, gleaming with a cold light.

At the same time, his second soul skill, "Bloodthirsty Wolf Soul," was also activated, causing him to enter a brief state of bloodlust.

In this state, No. 1178's attack power was greatly enhanced, and the original weakness of the Swift Wolf in terms of attack power was effectively made up for.

Then, purplish-red flames ignited on his hands, burning fiercely.

In a flash, he rushed towards Qian Yuhan like lightning, his speed astonishing.

Its claws swept through the air, creating a sharp gust of wind.

Where the claw marks passed, the space itself seemed to tremble, as if it were about to be torn apart at any moment.

His target was Qian Yuhan's chest and heart!

No room for compromise, hysterical!

Qian Yuhan gave a cold laugh: "You want my life? Too bad you're not worthy to take it!!"

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