Douluo Dalu 2: The True God King-Chapter 245: [DD2]:

Ice swords and flames clashed fiercely over the Sea God Lake, erupting into a dazzling and intense confrontation.

Countless brilliant flames and icy swords scattered in all directions, striking sparks off the solid ice surface.

Su Yu's gaze sharpened as countless ice swords shot forth once again. The extreme cold of his ice surged outward, suppressing the explosive power of the two Soul Sages simultaneously.

Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming exchanged a glance, both seeing disbelief reflected in each other's eyes.

Two Soul Sages, both unleashing their Martial Soul True Bodies, yet they were still unable to overpower a mere Soul King?

Both women were naturally proud and strong-willed—how could they tolerate such humiliation?

They immediately pushed their soul power to the limit, preparing for an even stronger burst of power.

However, Su Yu didn't give them the chance. He formed his fingers into a sword and slashed again.

Moon-Fang Piercer of the Heavens!

Countless sword auras roared forward, infused with icy energy, transforming into a sky full of ice swords.

Ma Xiaotao's expression changed drastically. She shouted, "Be careful!"

The sword energy shot skyward, its overwhelming presence making the two women feel as though they were surrounded by thousands of blades, chilling them to the bone.

They summoned layers of raging flames to resist, but still, they were both struck and sent flying.

Even in their Martial Soul True Body states, they found it difficult to withstand such a powerful assault.

Su Yu's figure flickered as he soared into the sky, gathering violent winds around him. A massive tornado, fused with countless ice swords, erupted under his foot.

With a single stomp, the storm crashed down, sending the two fiery figures plummeting from the sky to the ground.

Yan Shaozhe's expression changed drastically. The elders looked solemn. The inner courtyard students were deathly silent. Han Ruoruo's beautiful face tensed, her eyes filled with deep concern.

Suspended in midair, Su Yu suddenly turned his gaze toward the inner courtyard students. A streak of ice shot from his fingertips, slicing across hundreds of meters toward them.

The ice sword arrived with blinding speed. Han Ruoruo reacted instantly, summoning her Martial Soul to conjure a golden ring, shattering the ice sword in an instant.

She frowned slightly, puzzled as to why Su Yu would attack them.

Then, Su Yu laughed heartily. "Miss Ruoruo, you should join as well."

Han Ruoruo raised her delicate brows and said softly, "Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not joking. I'm... completely serious."

As he spoke, Su Yu swept his sword-hand forward, summoning a storm of ice swords.

Han Ruoruo sighed and murmured, "This Su Yu..."

Her Golden Rope flickered, shattering the approaching ice swords.

She knew now—Su Yu was determined to drag her into this fight.

With no other choice, she reassured the other students before gracefully leaping into the battle.

Her movements were elegant and light, like a celestial fairy in a flowing white dress, exuding a calm and serene aura.

Standing on the ice, she watched Su Yu descend toward her and sighed. "Are you still not done? Do you have to drag me in?"

Su Yu smiled slightly. "I'm not done yet. Those two women talked big, but their skills were lacking."

"I barely used any strength, and they were already down."

"Y-You...!"

Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming, who had just gotten back on their feet, were infuriated but found themselves at a loss for words.

Su Yu's last attack had detonated a burst of frost energy, forcibly knocking them both out of their Martial Soul True Body states.

They weren't blind—they recognized that move as an exceptionally powerful self-created soul skill.

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But that was precisely what frustrated them. Why did this guy have such an endless supply of terrifyingly strong techniques?

And every single one of them was absurdly powerful!

"What do you mean?" Su Yu said lightly. "I'm just stating facts."

"The two of you—your tempers are fierce, but your skills are weak."

"Especially you." He looked at Wu Ming. "You're not even as strong as Ma Xiaotao."

Wu Ming's face instantly flushed with anger and embarrassment. No one in the inner courtyard had ever dared to talk to her like this.

"Don't be so arrogant! If you have the guts, let's fight again!"

Han Ruoruo sighed. "Ming'er, stop it."

Then she turned to Su Yu. "And Su Yu, stop provoking her."

"You wanted to spar with me, right? Then come."

Su Yu smiled slightly. "Miss Ruoruo, at least you're reasonable. But actually... I meant all three of you together."

At this, even Han Ruoruo furrowed her brows. "Su Yu, if I had a worse temper, I'd think you were deliberately provoking me."

Su Yu chuckled. "You should be able to tell that I'm serious, not provoking."

"Indeed, your strength has already been proven," Han Ruoruo said. "But, Su Yu... don't underestimate me."

Su Yu grinned. "Alright then. Let me experience your strength first."

"Brace yourself!"

Han Ruoruo's beautiful eyes gleamed as a flash of golden light shot forth from beneath her feet, streaking toward Su Yu like a lightning-fast golden rope.

Beneath her, seven soul rings rippled, and her first soul ring suddenly flared.

That golden rope stretched forward like a living snake, sweeping toward Su Yu's feet before abruptly looping into a golden ring, aiming to ensnare him.

Su Yu's eyes narrowed as he dodged instantly, turning and slashing with his sword fingers.

Yet when his sword energy struck the Golden Rope, it felt as if he had hit cotton—completely ineffective.

The golden rope slithered sideways, twirling in midair before forming another golden ring, aiming to capture Su Yu once more.

Su Yu shifted his stance and dodged again. His fourth soul ring lit up, and a Phoenix Illusion spread its wings, unleashing a storm of ice swords.

Having witnessed this soul skill's power before, Han Ruoruo didn't dare underestimate it. She raised her right hand, releasing a golden energy ring that expanded outward, enveloping her.

The golden energy ring appeared simple—about as thick as an arm and five meters in diameter.

Yet, it was astonishingly sturdy.

Countless ice swords rained down like a torrential storm, but they were all blocked by the golden ring.

Su Yu's eyes flashed with surprise. He extended his right hand, summoning the Blue Ancient Spear.

Merging with his spear, Su Yu unleashed a piercing strike.

A single chilling gleam arrived first—then the spear shot forth like a dragon.

The Blue Ancient Spear radiated a terrifying glow, crashing down on the golden ring with unstoppable force.

Yet, the golden ring remained unshaken, as solid as an iron fortress.

"Interesting."

Su Yu's eyes sparkled. At that moment, the golden ring suddenly split into three, forming an interlinked chain from three directions.

With a sharp clang, a mysterious force surged forth, momentarily making Su Yu's grip on his spear unstable.

But in the next instant, his blood and energy surged as he forcibly shook off the force, sending his spear into a flurry of dragon-like strikes.

Thirteen Death Strikes—White Dragon!

Han Ruoruo's expression shifted. She flicked her Golden Rope, summoning countless golden rings as shields.

But Su Yu's spear shattered them one by one, forcing her to retreat.

Just as Su Yu prepared another strike, two waves of scorching energy surged toward him—Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming had rejoined the battle.

"Excellent!"

Su Yu twirled his spear, shattering the incoming Phoenix Fire Line before countering Wu Ming's attack.

As countless ice shards burst forth, his spear danced through the battlefield, enveloping the sky in a blizzard.

Amid wind and snow, a long spear danced like a roaming dragon, weaving through countless transformations.

Han Ruoruo controlled her Golden Rope, continuously restricting Su Yu, while Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming seized the opportunity to launch their attacks. The four engaged in a fierce battle atop the icy surface.

As the fight progressed, Su Yu's movements became increasingly fluid, as if his spear had come to life, stirring the lake into a tempest. For the first time, his Thirteen Death Strikes was displayed in public, astonishing everyone.

Gradually, Su Yu entered a peculiar state, an indescribable sensation washing over him—a feeling both familiar and elusive, one he had never fully grasped before.

His mind cleared, and in an instant, everything became crystal clear. He realized this was the culmination of more than two years of accumulation, a moment of sudden enlightenment.

Closing his eyes, a strange energy enveloped his entire body. Despite his closed eyes, his attacks grew even more unpredictable and unfathomable.

Han Ruoruo gritted her silver teeth, feeling immense pressure. She sensed something was off with Su Yu but found herself unable to withdraw from the battle.

Not just her—Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming, caught in the onslaught of Su Yu's attacks, were also unable to escape.

Suddenly, black and white lights began emanating from Su Yu's body, rapidly expanding.

Black and white intertwined, clashing against each other, exuding an aura of absolute dominance and majesty.

Han Ruoruo's expression grew solemn as she struggled to hold her ground.

The black-and-white glow was eerie beyond measure—her Golden Rope seemed to lose all power the moment it entered its radiance.

Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming fared even worse—their flames mysteriously vanished within the black-and-white light, as if stripped away.

This energy carried an overwhelming sense of authority, striking fear into their spirits.

Even Han Ruoruo, whose spiritual power was far from weak, felt like a mere speck before the vast heavens, her insignificance laid bare.

"What the hell is this?" Ma Xiaotao said, her face pale.

The black-and-white light not only suppressed her soul power and spiritual strength but also made her body feel inexplicably weak.

Moreover, there seemed to be an invisible pull preventing her from breaking away.

Wu Ming, equally pale, struggled to parry Su Yu's attacks while calling out, "Sister Ruoruo, think of something! I can't hold on much longer!"

Han Ruoruo was in slightly better condition but had beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

"He seems to have comprehended something... but I don't know what it is. Whatever it is, it's terrifying."

"Xiaotao, Ming'er, hold on. I'll break through this with my Martial Soul True Body!"

Upon hearing this, the two women nodded in agreement.

Taking a deep breath, Han Ruoruo braced against the overwhelming force and prepared to unleash her full soul power.

Both her arms rose as her silver eyes glowed brilliantly. The Golden Rope coiled around her body, spinning and dancing rapidly.

A faint silver light enveloped her, and then—her figure vanished.

The next moment, countless strands of gold-and-silver-colored Golden Rope scattered in all directions.

Under the pressure of Su Yu's black-and-white radiance, Han Ruoruo finally revealed her true strength—Golden Rope True Form.

Two strands of gold-and-silver Golden Rope wrapped around Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming's waists, pulling them toward her.

Simultaneously, golden and silver rings began manifesting, spreading toward Su Yu.

Though the golden-silver rings were affected by the black-and-white light, they still managed to reach him.

Su Yu's Blue Ancient Spear was ensnared by the golden-silver rings and wrenched from his grasp.

More rings rained down from above, layer upon layer, completely enclosing Su Yu.

Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief. They had finally subdued him.

However, just as they were about to celebrate, the black-and-white light around Su Yu suddenly started spinning rapidly.

In an instant, the golden-silver rings binding Su Yu shattered simultaneously.

Su Yu clenched his fist—black and white yin-yang fish faintly appeared around his knuckles.

With a single punch, space trembled.

The black-and-white fish intertwined, their immense force surging forth with unstoppable might.

The countless golden-silver ropes in the vicinity instantly vanished, and the ice beneath them shattered.

Han Ruoruo, who had transformed into golden-silver light, was forcibly restored to her human form, coughing up blood.

Her Martial Soul True Body had been broken—by a single punch.

As the fist continued toward her, Han Ruoruo's face turned pale with horror.

"Not good!"

High above, Du Weilun could no longer sit still.

In a flash, he appeared in front of Han Ruoruo and the others, his eight soul rings flickering.

"Boom!"

The twin yin-yang fish exploded, slamming into Du Weilun's defenses.

Shockingly, his powerful soul force barrier was shattered in an instant.

Before Du Weilun could react, Su Yu's punch landed squarely on his chest.

"Thud!"

A muffled sound echoed as Du Weilun's face twisted in disbelief. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Han Ruoruo gasped and quickly rushed over. "Director Du, are you okay?"

Du Weilun swallowed the blood and muttered, "I'm... fine. I was just careless."

Seeing Su Yu finally come to a halt, Han Ruoruo quickly supported Du Weilun and retreated.

...

On the large ship, the elders stood in stunned silence.

Yan Shaozhe flashed into the battlefield, supporting Du Weilun.

"Old Du, are you hurt?" Yan Shaozhe asked.

Du Weilun shook his head. "I let my guard down. Su Yu's punch was ridiculously strong—it even broke through my defense."

Yan Shaozhe's expression grew heavy as he gazed at Su Yu, whose black-and-white aura had intensified.

Even he could sense a threat from him.

"Teacher, what's happening to Su Yu?" Ma Xiaotao asked as she approached.

Yan Shaozhe sighed and replied, "It looks like an epiphany... but at the same time, it feels different."

"But one thing's for sure—Su Yu has comprehended something truly extraordinary."

"He... he had this kind of opportunity? Did he gain insight from fighting us?" Wu Ming asked in shock.

Yan Shaozhe shook his head. "It has little to do with you. This was his breakthrough."

PS: What puzzled me in Soul Land 2 was that the majority of top-tier students in the Inner Courtyard were women. While such a setting might work well in a harem story, with Yuhao—the Tang simp—as the main character, it felt wasted.