Douluo Dalu 2: You are an Evil Soul Master, but also a good person ?

"Thunderclap? What is that?"

Looking up at the towering mecha, which stood as tall as his Martial Soul True Body, seemingly reaching the heavens, Poison Undying was utterly dumbfounded.

Good heavens, was this... the Heaven and Earth Phenomenon?

No, that wasn't right! Though this massive construct emanated soul power fluctuations, it clearly wasn't a living being. Instead, it appeared to be a colossal machine forged from metal.

As an old relic who had secluded himself for a hundred years, the most advanced technology Poison Immortal had encountered was some Tang Sect hidden weapons. He had heard that the sect had declined in recent years. While he was aware of soul tools, his only prior experience was witnessing Xu Cheng use a weapon to strike down Xu Jiawei with a surprise attack. At the time, he had marveled, thinking, If this thing were in the Body Sect, wouldn't we dominate the world?

Unlike Shrek Academy, which prided itself on its so-called ten-thousand-year Martial Soul honor, the Body Sect was more pragmatic. They didn't care about worldly reputation—only about becoming stronger.

"Sect Master, this is a soul tool..." an elder beside him explained.

Clearly, despite their long isolation, there were still some within the Body Sect who understood these things.

"This thing... is a soul tool?" Poison Immortal's eyes gleamed as he examined the mecha with unconcealed fascination.

"Yes. In fact, the very force that subdued Star Luo before was also a soul tool," the elder said with a sigh. "I never imagined that the Sun Moon Empire's soul tool technology had advanced to such an extent. It's terrifying. Even we, who rely on our Body Martial Souls, may have to concede defeat."

"What a pity..."

Poison Immortal uttered two words.

Regret flashed through his eyes.

He cherished geniuses. Today, almost the entire Body Sect had mobilized—aside from those who couldn't be summoned—showing just how much they valued Xu Cheng. And yet...

"Buzz!"

With a hum, the mecha's cockpit slowly opened.

A wave of air pressure surged outward.

Xu Cheng stepped into the cockpit. As the hatch gradually closed, the towering mecha seemed to awaken—like a machine given life.

"Swish!"

Two long blades were drawn from the scabbards on its back. Under the brilliant sunlight, they gleamed with a silvery radiance, emitting a sharp, resonant hum that echoed across the entire battlefield.

All around, countless participants stood frozen in shock.

Their long-held beliefs crumbled.

At this moment, the power of technology revealed itself in full force.

"This... is a soul tool?" Ma Xiaotao gazed up at the sky, her delicate face filled with astonishment, her voice trembling.

"The Sun Moon Empire's mechas... have advanced this far?" He Caitou swallowed hard, his eyes reflecting the towering machine.

"Caitou, hurry up and explain this to everyone!" Bei Bei urged.

"..."

He Caitou struggled to contain his shock. After a brief moment of contemplation, he spoke in a solemn tone:

"Previously, Teacher Fan Yu and I had heard rumors. The Sun Moon Empire had two primary research focuses—fixed soul tools and exoskeleton mechanical technology. The latter involved utilizing exoskeletal soul tools to enhance strength, speed, and defense, thereby forming a specialized military force. But that was merely augmentation—boosting attributes and equipping offensive soul tools to increase combat power."

"Yet, this mecha... completely overturns our understanding! This is the birth of a new era! Though its true capabilities remain unknown, just the sheer presence of its soul tool energy is enough to make us realize the vast gap between us..."

He Caitou felt a deep sense of despair.

"An insurmountable chasm."

"Hopeless."

A heavy mood settled over Shrek's ranks.

They had assumed that Xu Cheng's mastery of high-tier ranged soul tools already represented the pinnacle. But now...

"Holy crap?! He still had another trump card?"

The captain of the Imperial Pride Team gaped, his mouth forming an "O" shape.

He had lost to Xu Cheng in the tournament. Though the defeat had been bitter, he could accept it.

You're a monster, an unrivaled genius of this generation. I was just unlucky to face you.

But now, this wasn't the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament.

Their opponents were no longer young prodigies from across the continent.

They were facing the most powerful figures alive on the entire Douluo Continent!

Gazing at the mecha, which radiated an aura no weaker than Poison Undying's, Jiang Peng's lips twitched violently.

This wasn't just monstrous...

It was simply...

Unimaginable.

"He's cheating, right?!"

"Senior Poison, with missiles, can I leave?" Xu Cheng asked with a grin.

Poison Immortal shook his head.

"Then with the mecha?"

Poison Undying fell silent.

"What if I use both missiles and the mecha? Can I leave then?"

"You may leave, but only if you can take one of my attacks. How about it?" Poison Immortal looked up and spoke solemnly.

"Alright."

"Martial Soul True Body!" Poison Immortal bellowed.

His voice surged like rolling thunder, forcing countless spectators to cover their ears.

At the same time, a dense fog churned through the sky, shrouding his figure. Moments later, amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, two enormous, dark green hands emerged from the mist. With a casual pull, they tore apart the thick clouds, revealing a hundred-meter-tall green giant.

At his feet, nine soul rings slowly revolved—

Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Red, Red, Red!

Especially the last three eerie red rings...

They made countless spectators hold their breath in shock.

Three hundred-thousand-year soul rings!

Even Xuanzi's eyes narrowed slightly.

He only possessed one hundred-thousand-year soul ring. This was an undeniable gap. Even with his top-tier Martial Soul, the Gluttonous Divine Bull, it would be difficult to bridge the difference. After all, the opponent's Body Martial Soul had undergone second and third awakenings—making it overwhelmingly powerful.

"So this is one of the strongest beings in the world?"

A suffocating pressure swept across the land.

On the city walls, the Star Luo Emperor stared at the Body Sect with a grave expression.

He had always known they were formidable—just not this formidable.

This one man alone could likely annihilate all of Star Luo...

But could Xu Cheng withstand a single strike from this terrifying force?

Was this all a bluff?

Or did he truly have the power to back it up?

"Brother Tianmeng, lend me your strength!"

Xu Cheng slowly closed his eyes.

"Hehehe, how could I miss out on a moment like this? I'm your ace in the hole!"

Deep within his spiritual sea, Tianmeng's voice rang with excitement.

In the next instant, Xu Cheng felt his spiritual power surge like an ocean—vast and boundless. His entire spiritual sea roared and churned, as though welcoming its sovereign.

Every cell in his body rejoiced. His blood boiled. His aura reached its peak.

Adrenaline roared within him, urging him to strike.

Xu Cheng tightened his grip.

At the same time, Arcues, his mecha, tightened its metallic fingers around the blade—its movements as fluid as a living being's.

The air grew still, like the calm before a storm.

"Cross Slash!"

At last, Xu Cheng unleashed his full strength, drawing upon his vast spiritual power to control every aspect of the mecha with absolute precision.

The massive silver blade cleaved downward.

The sky split.

The clouds churned, scattering to the sides.

A terrifying force swept across the battlefield.

Countless spectators held their breath in disbelief.

(End of Chapter)