Douluo: My Clone Is Groudon

The Fire Punch struck squarely in the chest!

A force of three thousand kilograms—enough to wrestle with spirit beasts—combined with the amplified power of the technique, was capable of splitting stone and shattering monuments!

Underestimating his opponent, the Soul King suffered a heavy blow to the chest. Groudon's sharp claws pierced through his soul power defenses, leaving three bloody gashes.

Fortune favored Gu La once again. Thin wisps of flame gathered, seeping into the Soul King's wounds and inflicting a 'Burn' status condition.

In this burning condition, the pain of internal flames tormented his muscles, preventing him from exerting his full strength and effectively halving his attack power.

If left untreated, the injuries would worsen, potentially leading to death by incineration.

Gu La's eyes lit up. "So you're just an unlucky bastard, huh? If you don't die, who will?"

The leader of the black-clad men didn't understand why his body felt as though it were being consumed by fire. He suspected he had been ambushed.

"Help me!"

Setting aside his pride, the leader called out for assistance.

The remaining three black-clad men rushed over to aid him. All were four-ring Soul Ancestors, but they couldn't catch up to Tang San, who was protected by Xiao Wu's clones and skilled in evasive maneuvers.

The three surrounded Gu La. Just as he prepared to switch martial souls and use teleportation to save himself, a sharp bird-like cry echoed from the sky.

"We're here to help!"

A small figure soared through the air, dropping several pouch-like packages. The oil paper wrapping burned away in Gu La's flames, releasing a burst of medicinal powder that ignited instantly, filling the air with a hazy, fragrant mist.

"Cough, cough! What is this?!"

Gu La coughed repeatedly, quickly holding his breath and drawing on the earth's energy to switch to internal respiration.

Three young men and women emerged from the forest, their bodies wrapped in white bandages stained with blood. Despite their injuries, they wielded long spear martial souls with unwavering determination.

"Soul Breaking Strike!"

Among them was one Soul Ancestor and two Soul Masters—all members of the Breaking Clan. Their martial souls were Soul Breaking Spears, which specialized in extreme offensive power.

With their sudden burst of strength, they temporarily held back the three black-clad Soul Ancestors.

The Soul Breaking Spear Soul Ancestor shouted, "The powder is toxic! You'd better surrender quickly."

Upon hearing this, Gu La's expression darkened. Though his magma body concealed his emotions, the explosive flames around him clearly indicated his displeasure.

"You'd better give me an explanation!"

"Please don't worry, Master. The powder fears fire—you'll be fine."

The Soul Breaking Spear Soul Ancestor responded hastily, fearing that Gu La might turn his wrath against them. They couldn't handle more enemies.

Gu La relaxed slightly, mainly because he didn't feel any discomfort. Moreover, he could always use his second martial soul to counteract poisoning if necessary—he wasn't overly concerned.

The black-clad men weren't so fortunate, especially the Soul King. In games, negative effects wouldn't stack, but reality had no such rules.

The powder landed on his wounds, causing excruciating pain like salt on an open wound. His red blood turned black, his lips pale with no trace of color.

"The Breaking Clan… you won't escape."

His voice was weak, but he stubbornly persisted, though his long blade techniques were gradually losing form.

Gu La's gaze flickered as he said, "Xiao San, heal them."

Tang San nodded. His Blue Silver Grass martial soul radiated vitality, and the first soul ring lit up.

Blue Silver Praying Mantis Crown!

Having advanced to a two-ring Soul Grandmaster, Tang San's first soul skill now converted vitality at a quarter efficiency. Three blue mantis crowns appeared above the heads of the Breaking Clan youths, converting vitality to heal them.

With this support, the three flagging fighters immediately regained their vigor. After thanking Tang San, they tightened their spear techniques, coordinating with each other and adopting a strategy of trading blows to launch a counterattack.

Gu La provided support. Within moments, the Soul King, burdened with stacked negative effects, collapsed into the magma.

His corpse was a chaotic mix of flames, electric arcs, ice, and toxic blood, clearly having endured immense suffering. Had he been a spirit beast, he likely would have dropped a soul bone.

The three Soul Ancestors attempted to flee, but Gu La used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps to entangle them. Working together with the three members of the Breaking Clan, they eliminated the threat completely.

The nearby trees were utterly consumed by flames, leaving nothing behind.

Standing amidst the sea of fire, Gu La looked exhausted. Even his ironclad body couldn't withstand prolonged battles against stronger opponents, especially when constantly fighting above his level.

Had it not been for the Viridian Power repairing his meridians, Gu La felt that even with infinite soul power, he would have collapsed from exhaustion in the Great Star Dou Forest.

"Now," Gu La said, fixing his sharp gaze on the three members of the Breaking Clan, "explain yourselves. Why were they chasing you?"

The three looked at the corpses scattered across the ground. They had no doubt that if their answer displeased Gu La, he wouldn't hesitate to punish them.

After all, they were the ones who had led the black-clad men here, and Gu La's group had been dragged into this disaster without cause.

The Soul Breaking Spear Soul Ancestor stepped forward, introducing himself. "I'm Yang Jingyun, he's Yang Feng, and she's Yang Shuang. We're all members of the Breaking Clan."

He clenched his teeth as he continued, "This is all the fault of that bastard Oak. He released a formula for strengthening the body that changed the world of soul masters. At first, our clan benefited greatly because of our ancestral knowledge of alchemy—our ointments were of higher quality, and we prospered."

"But gradually, some people grew dissatisfied with our clan monopolizing so much profit. Our clan leader was willing to share the wealth, but certain individuals kept pressing us."

"A month ago, they tore off the mask of civility entirely, launching a surprise attack on our clan's base and capturing us like slaves. The three of us barely escaped."

What he didn't mention was that all three were grandchildren of Yang Wudi, the current clan leader of the Breaking Clan.

Though separated by generations, they were now the closest living relatives after the death of the clan leader's son. They carried with them a year's worth of accumulated medicinal herbs and gold from the Breaking Clan.

Gu La and his companions exchanged odd glances.

Oak? That was Gu La himself!

"Cough, cough… How despicable! Unable to refine medicine themselves, they resort to underhanded schemes. Shameless!"

Gu La expressed his opinion, then casually added, "However, I must say this: it's not entirely Oak's fault. After all, your Breaking Clan also profited from his formula. Being attacked at your base simply shows how weak you are."

Yang Shuang, a spirited young woman, widened her eyes angrily. "You—"

Yang Jingyun interrupted her, his expression complicated. "Master is right. We know this truth well. Weakness is the original sin in the world of soul masters. We were blinded by the profits of alchemy."

His words were filled with regret, but there was no turning back. By now, his clansmen were likely divided among the nobles of the Star Luo Empire, forced to refine medicine like slaves.

Thinking of this, Yang Jingyun felt as though a knife were piercing his heart.

Gu La could roughly guess what Yang Jingyun was thinking, but as he had said earlier, what did it have to do with him?

If the Breaking Clan had tempered their greed and earned less while slowly strengthening their younger generation, they might have developed the power to protect themselves.

But once blinded by greed, a single eighty-first-level Soul Douluo couldn't fend off the wolves and tigers of the Star Luo Empire.

Gu La glanced at the two girls standing behind the trio, a suspicion forming in his mind. "Who are these two?"

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