Douluo Dalu: Starting With Tom Cat

The members of Shrek looked extremely ugly. Only two people on stage, and one of them was a cub. Who were they looking down on?

Dressed in their shit-green team uniforms, they ascended the stage amidst a chorus of boos.

Salas's eyes were deep. He wanted to use Shen An to make a fuss, to diminish the prestige of the Heaven Dou Empire, and even to cancel the qualification of the Heaven Dou Second Team.

If it was just two people during the opening ceremony, it could still be explained that the other team members were unwell.

But now the competition had started, and only two people were on stage. This was too much of a violation of the rules.

But his peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of the smiling-yet-not-smiling Xue Qinghe at his side. Salas suddenly came to his senses.

Forget it. This Shen An is someone the Young Master is protecting. It's better for me not to stir up trouble.

As a Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall, Salas's emotional intelligence was impeccable. He naturally did not want to offend the future head of Spirit Hall.

So Salas just sat there quietly. Instead, it was Emperor Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi at his side who felt it was unusual, thinking to themselves that this old fellow was not right. He actually didn't take the opportunity to make an issue of it.

"Shen An, have you ever been defeated?" Tang San said proudly. Now, as a five-ring Soul King with the Eight Spider Lances, he felt he was invincible under the heavens, with no opponents left.

Shen An looked at Tang San with surprise. Sensing the surging soul power within Tang San's body, he smiled and said:

"A defeated opponent dares to bark like a dog."

Tang San's face instantly darkened. The truth was often a swift blade. No matter what he said, he could not deny the fact that he had been utterly routed by Shen An.

"Your arrogance will be your funeral," Dai Mubai said coldly at this moment. Especially after seeing Zhu Zhuqing offstage, it was as if his head had unconsciously turned a little green.

At this moment, Dai Mubai's heart was full of excitement. Today, he would ride on Tang San's coattails to defeat Shen An and clear the gloom from his heart.

"Contestants from both sides, please prepare. The first match of the qualifiers begins!"

The referee signaled for both sides to step back and announced the start of the match.

When the referee announced the start, the tournament would give both sides one minute to activate their martial souls.

Tang San stared coldly at Shen An and shouted, "Brothers, activate your martial souls!"

The members of Shrek all released their martial souls in unison. Only Dai Mubai hesitated for a moment before using his martial soul possession.

A total of nine people on both sides released their martial souls at the same time. Dazzling soul rings appeared all over the stage.

People are always accustomed to looking at the most eye-catching thing first, and only then will they shift their gaze.

The six-year-old, extremely cute Na'er was undoubtedly the one who received the most attention.

The audience watched the little Na'er activate her martial soul and laughed at the same time. No, is she being serious?

A little child, unless she had innate full soul power, how could she possibly have a soul ring?

But soon, the audience could no longer laugh. A scalp-numbing sight of three purple soul rings appeared before their eyes.

Then, people saw Shen An with one yellow, two purple, and one black ring, and simultaneously gasped again. This is just fcking ridiculous.*

Such an opening ceremony had never been seen in the history of the Soul Master Tournaments.

"This... how is this possible!"

Even Emperor Xue Ye and the other two on the stage could not sit still. The hands resting on their knees were unconsciously clenched tight.

In the second row, Meng Shenji laughed with extreme delight. In this year's Soul Master Tournament, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy would be the most dazzling one.

Tang San had already closed his eyes when he activated his martial soul. He wanted to enjoy the shock his five-ring Soul King would bring to the audience.

As expected, after a very short silence from the audience, an even greater cheer erupted.

A smile appeared on the corner of Tang San's mouth. This was what it meant to be the one everyone hoped for. He couldn't wait to see the envious, jealous, and hateful expression on Shen An's face.

But the next moment, Tang San's face became extremely stiff. He looked at the other side in disbelief.

"How is this possible!" Tang San couldn't help but blurt out.

The members of Shrek were also silent, looking at the other side's limit-breaking soul rings, lost in a daze. This was simply a fantasy tale.

If Shen An's ten-thousand-year soul ring was still within their range of understanding, then Na'er's three purple soul rings had to make them doubt their lives.

With this comparison, Tang San's Soul King cultivation was nothing at all.

"Shen An! Na'er! Shen An! Na'er!"

The whole arena was filled with boiling cheers.

"Hey, wait, look at that yellow-haired guy. Why is his fourth soul ring white?"

"Yeah, hahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Someone's fourth soul ring is actually white."

One after another, the audience members mocked Dai Mubai. Even Emperor Xue Ye couldn't help but chuckle.

How could he be unfamiliar with Dai Mubai's White Tiger? This was the symbol of the Star Luo Empire's royal family.

The two great empires had always been incompatible, each with the ambition to swallow the other. He was naturally very happy to see such a joke appear in the other's royal family.

Dai Mubai's face was completely red, his toes unconsciously curling into the ground, even though he was mentally prepared when he released his martial soul.

For him, who had always been proud, this undisguised ridicule under the watchful eyes of all made him wish he could find a hole to crawl into.

"Get off the stage, Shrek! You're trash!"

It's unknown which troublemaker said it. Alright, it was Tom.

Tom and Jerry took out a large megaphone and automatically looped this sentence, which led the following audience members to all echo in agreement.

Tang San's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. "Just showing off for the crowd! In the world of soul masters, what matters is what you can do with your hands!"

"Third Brother is right! Shen An, how dare you come on stage with only two people? This time, you will surely be defeated!"

Dai Mubai's eyes were even more fiercely fixed on Na'er. He, whose fourth soul ring was merely white, was at this moment incomparably jealous of Na'er's talent.

"Referee, can we start now?" Shen An asked.

The referee on the stage had also just recovered from his shock. "St~ started."

Shen An's four great soul rings all shone with brilliance. Tang San's strength was still not to be underestimated. After all, he was the Son of Destiny. Then he would get serious.

The Blue Silver Grass was quietly spreading across the entire stage. The seven members of Shrek gritted their teeth and said, "Together!"

Shen An reached out his hand, and the Nine Leaf Sword Grass appeared in it. His indifferent eyes swept over the members of Shrek, and soul power silently poured into his martial soul.

What a pity I can't kill people. But, let them taste the fear of death.

Then, he drew his sword!

In an instant, an incomparably dazzling sword light flashed. What a beautiful sword strike it was.

All the cheering audience members couldn't help but hold their breath, afraid that this brilliant sword light would suddenly shatter.

This sword light was like eternity, yet also like an instant.

Everyone was immersed in this beauty. When they came back to their senses, they found that everyone from Shrek except Oscar was lying on the ground, vomiting and crying.

On each of their necks, without exception, there was a sword mark. A trace of sword qi flowed from the mark, devouring their life bit by bit.

Whether it was the audience seats or the VIP area, a large number of spectators had stood up, looking at this scene with utter horror.

The leading Emperor Xue Ye and the other two were no exception. Salas couldn't even help but crush the armrest of his chair, which was made of spirit wood, into powder.

One sword. With just one sword, Shrek had been defeated, without any power to resist.

What kind of strength was this!