Douluo Dalu: From Shinobi to Spirit Master

Gulp—

The sound of someone swallowing hard echoed across the square, breaking the tense silence. All eyes were fixed on the dazzling purple hue radiating from Su Chen's body.

At that moment, the oppressive aura of his martial soul was forgotten. Instead, all focus centered on the deep purple soul ring rotating majestically around him.

"Is this… some kind of joke?"

"This has to be fake! A soul master with… that?"

"Not even the Grand Priest back then…"

"My eyes must be playing tricks on me."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Elders and high-ranking officials exchanged bewildered glances, their disbelief mirrored in each other's faces. Some even rubbed their eyes furiously, as if doing so would erase the impossible scene before them.

But no matter how many times they looked, the deep purple soul ring remained, a stark defiance of all known logic.

"A thousand-year soul ring…"

It wasn't a whisper; it was a gasp that escaped one elder's lips, carrying with it a collective realization.

This wasn't just rare. It was unheard of.

"Impossible!" Guangling Douluo's voice trembled with rage and disbelief. The teacup in his hand shattered, shards scattering across the ground as frost formed along his trembling fingers. His single visible eye locked onto Su Chen, disbelief and frustration etched into every fiber of his being.

Bibi Dong, standing with her scepter, found her composure wavering. Her calm façade cracked, revealing the sheer astonishment she felt within. A faint flush crept onto her usually serene face as her grip on the scepter tightened.

She understood better than anyone else what this moment signified.

The first ring of a thousand years…

This boy was a living contradiction, a disruption to the established soul master theories she had grown up believing. Her heart surged with excitement, though her mind struggled to accept it.

For a genius of her caliber, she knew precisely what this level of talent meant.

This wasn't just extraordinary. It was monstrous.

Nearby, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged knowing looks. Bittersweet smiles spread across their faces as if sharing a private joke.

"Now they know how we felt back then," Ghost Douluo muttered.

"Our worldviews were shattered, too," Chrysanthemum Douluo replied with a resigned sigh.

On the battlefield, The opponent, named Wu Da, stared at the deep purple glow as if it were the executioner's blade hovering over his neck. His muscles tensed, his breath shaky.

"This… you… this can't…" His voice faltered as the words failed to leave his lips. His instincts screamed at him to retreat, but his feet refused to move.

A thousand-year soul ring.

How could a six-year-old have such a terrifying ability?

The Iron Horned Rhino martial soul was no slouch, but in front of this... this monster, even Wu Da hesitated.

His gaze shifted toward Guangling Douluo, silently pleading for guidance.

Guangling Douluo's expression was a mixture of panic and fury. His mind raced. If Su Chen's first soul ring was already this terrifying, what about his second? His third?

Ten-thousand years? Or worse?

He didn't dare to think further. His throat tightened as the horrifying truth loomed over him.

If this boy lived, he would surpass him.

Not in decades—within years.

"Wu Da!" Guangling Douluo roared, his voice laced with urgency and madness. "Kill him! Do you hear me? Kill him now! Don't forget about your family!"

The command hit Wu Da like a physical blow. His eyes widened, and his body froze for a brief moment before trembling with suppressed emotion.

Guilt and fear warred within him, but the threat of his family's safety won out.

Four soul rings glowed brightly around him, one after another.

"Power amplification!"

"Power amplification!"

"Power amplification!"

A surge of raw energy coursed through Wu Da's body. His muscles swelled, his veins bulging like rivers beneath his skin.

"I'm sorry, kid," Wu Da whispered, his voice barely audible, carrying a hint of sorrow. His eyes gleamed with resolve. "But I can't let my family suffer because of you."

Wu Da's anguished roar echoed through the square, a palpable desperation in his voice. His body was enveloped in a shroud of black mist, and his horn grew larger, glinting with a menacing sheen. The oppressive aura of death emanating from him locked onto the silver-haired boy.

"Destruction Charge! Aahhhh!"

Crack!

The bricks beneath Wu Da's feet shattered as though trampled by a beast of unimaginable weight. Like a freight train barreling down the tracks, carrying a mass of hundreds of tons, Wu Da surged forward at full speed toward Su Chen.

"Stop!!"

Yue Guan's frantic roar pierced through the chaos, desperate and filled with dread. But there was no time for hesitation; the boy's focus remained unwavering.

The single tomoe in Su Chen's Sharingan spun slowly, and Wu Da's charging figure seemed to decelerate ever so slightly. Su Chen raised his hand to form the substitution seal, but then, as if reconsidering, he lowered it calmly.

"Perfect timing. I wanted to test how much my strength has grown."

Su Chen took a deep breath. The purple glow of his soul ring flared brilliantly.

"The first soul skill—Dragon's Armor!"

Buzz—!

A powerful surge of chakra coursed through his veins, flooding every fiber of his being. Su Chen felt his strength and vitality skyrocket in an instant.

Dragon's Armor—All attributes increased by 50%!

But he wasn't done. Steadying his breath, he pressed a hand against his acupuncture points.

"Eight Gates Formation—Third Gate, Life Gate: Open!"

Boom!

An overwhelming aura burst forth from Su Chen, sending shockwaves rippling outward. Dust and debris spiraled into the air as his silver hair lifted, his body radiating a faint crimson hue. A jade-green sheen enveloped him, amplifying his already formidable presence.

Powerful.

The sheer strength coursing through Su Chen's body made his heart pound with exhilaration. He could feel it—this was a strength capable of leveling the Millennium Wolf Beast in a single blow.

"Thirty seconds. That's all I need."

He clenched his fists, the chakra within him pulsating furiously.

Peng!

The ground beneath Su Chen exploded into a web of cracks as he propelled himself forward. His figure blurred into a streak of green and blue, racing like a meteor to meet the charging Iron-Horned Rhinoceros head-on.

"Hahaha! God truly smiles upon me!"

Guangling Douluo, who was still struggling against Bibi Dong and Yue Guan, erupted into a maniacal laugh. The sheer spectacle unfolding before him convinced him of his victory. Confident in the outcome, he dismissed his protective barrier, his lips curling into a sneer.

"Not even a Titled Douluo can save him now!"

Boom!

A deafening roar erupted as the two forces collided, the impact sending shards of stone and clouds of dust billowing into the air. Bibi Dong's attacks ceased, her golden eyes fixated on the battlefield, a rare flicker of concern crossing her face.

As the dust began to settle, the scene revealed itself. Even with her unshakable demeanor, Bibi Dong found herself momentarily frozen, her expression betraying a trace of disbelief.

Guangling Douluo, noticing the shift in the air, smirked. "Your Majesty, it seems the outcome is clear. If you wish to punish me, I will accept your judgment."

His tone carried a thinly veiled mockery, his arrogance dripping with malice. But neither Bibi Dong nor the other elders responded. Instead, their gazes remained fixed on the scene before them, their faces contorted in shock.

A growing unease gripped Guangling Douluo. Turning to look, his smirk faltered and disappeared altogether.

There, in the center of the square, stood Su Chen.

His body radiated with green energy, his silver hair fluttering wildly in the residual winds. Against him pressed the massive Iron-Horned Rhinoceros, its colossal body radiating destructive energy. And yet, Su Chen held his ground.

With one arm, the boy had stopped the rhino's charge cold.