Douluo: Two brothers in douluo

"Many people misunderstand me, thinking I'm a powerful Battle Spirit Master," Li Si began, pausing briefly before continuing. "In truth, I started out as a Food System Spirit Master."

With that, he raised his right hand, revealing his martial spirit—a tree-like manifestation that had undergone significant evolution due to inheriting the Life God's legacy.

Originally tied to life energy, the Blue Silver Emperor had now transformed into something even more extraordinary.

"The Tree of Life!"

As he released his martial spirit, Li Si's spirit rings appeared, their previous configuration—yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, red, red—completely changed.

Initially, his configuration had included two hundred-year, one thousand-year, two ten-thousand-year, and two one-hundred-thousand-year rings.

The sixth ring was his lifebound spirit ring, while the seventh came from the sacrifice of a one-hundred-thousand-year soul beast at the end of its life. Li Si had promised to resurrect it if he ever became a god.

Now, after inheriting the power of three gods, all his spirit rings had evolved.

Red, red, red, red, red, red, red.

Seven blood-red one-hundred-thousand-year spirit rings radiated an overwhelming aura.

Furthermore, Li Si no longer needed to absorb spirit rings to advance. Instead, he could condense them independently, and their strength would evolve as his power grew.

Though he hadn't undergone the nine divine trials, the legacies he received from the three Supreme Gods were no less potent than completing all nine.

When Li Si's first spirit ring appeared, the noisy crowd fell silent.

"Hiss..."

The second one-hundred-thousand-year spirit ring appeared, then the third, fourth… until all seven were visible.

Seven one-hundred-thousand-year spirit rings!

For many Spirit Douluos, even their combined ring years didn't match this configuration. Yet every one of his rings was one-hundred-thousand years old.

Hu Yan Zhen's eyes bulged, nearly popping out of his head. Seven one-hundred-thousand-year spirit rings?

While he didn't care about most Spirit Saints, such an array was utterly terrifying. How was this even possible?

Instinctively, Hu Yan Zhen took a few steps back, his mind momentarily blank. Then, suddenly, his entire demeanor changed, and his eyes shone with renewed vigor.

No matter how this young man obtained such spirit rings, the fact remained that he was still a Spirit Saint. If someone like this joined the Elephant Armored Sect, the sect's future would be limitless!

Hu Yan Zhen laughed heartily, his earlier tension replaced by a buoyant mood.

"Young man, how about a little wager?"

Li Si paused. A wager? Wasn't that Tang San's trademark approach in the original story?

"Sect Master Hu Yan, go ahead."

Li Si could already guess the proposition: some condition about losing and joining the opposing faction.

"Good, you're straightforward. Here's the deal—whoever loses this duel must join the other's family or faction. How about that?" Hu Yan Zhen crossed his arms and grinned.

Li Si fell silent. It wasn't that he was afraid, but taking Hu Yan Zhen into his faction felt unnecessary. What use did he have for a stubborn Spirit Douluo?

Hu Yan Zhen had high hopes, evidently angling to join Li Si's faction. Unfortunately for him, Li Si didn't even have one yet. Should he start one just to humor this situation?

Scratching his chin, Li Si mused silently.

Seeing this, Hu Yan Zhen's smirk widened. He wasn't in a rush; even if Li Si took all day to decide, he had the patience. He was desperate to recruit such talent.

Of course, Hu Yan Zhen had his own calculations. Even if he lost, leading his family and sect to serve a prodigious genius like Li Si wouldn't be a bad outcome.

With such a monstrous spirit ring configuration, Li Si's eventual breakthrough to Titled Douluo was practically guaranteed. Becoming a peerless powerhouse was also highly likely.

Among the onlookers, some keen observers sighed in admiration. Hu Yan Zhen's gambit was brilliant. Win or lose, he wouldn't come out empty-handed.

After a moment of reflection, Li Si chuckled. "Sect Master Hu Yan, your scheme is so blatant it's almost insulting!"

Despite having his plan exposed, Hu Yan Zhen remained unfazed. His thick-skinned demeanor was as unshakable as his martial spirit.

Li Si paused before nodding. "Fine, I accept."

Hu Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, his mind echoing a single thought: It's in the bag!

"Then allow me to experience the power of those one-hundred-thousand-year spirit rings firsthand!" he declared, his expression resolute. The match had officially begun.

"Third Spirit Skill: Crushing Suppression!"

Hu Yan Zhen wasted no time, immediately unleashing his third spirit skill, one of his most potent offensive abilities.

Even among Spirit Douluos, few dared take this move head-on. The raw strength of the Diamond Mammoth wasn't to be underestimated—one direct hit could gravely injure most Spirit Douluos.

As the skill activated, the air around them seemed to compress, creating a whirlwind of flying dust and displaced energy. The ground trembled under the force of his attack.

Li Si, however, remained calm. His expression didn't change, and his heartbeat didn't quicken.

Boom!

The sound of the impact echoed across the battlefield, leaving the crowd in stunned silence.

Hu Yan Zhen was equally bewildered. While it was only his third spirit skill, its power was undeniable. Yet the young man before him hadn't made any attempt to dodge or defend—he simply "took" the hit.

As the dust settled, the crowd gasped audibly.

Li Si stood there, unscathed, as if nothing had happened.

"Hiss..."

The audience collectively drew a sharp breath. That was a peak Spirit Douluo's third spirit skill! How could this young man take it without flinching?

Some turned skeptical gazes toward Hu Yan Zhen. Were you pulling your punches just to join his faction?

Though Li Si's spirit ring configuration was monstrous, he was still just a Spirit Saint. How could he withstand such an attack?

"Sect Master Hu Yan, I seem to have overestimated you," Li Si said, shaking his head with a faint smile.

His body was far tougher than even the strongest dragons. Otherwise, how could he support so many one-hundred-thousand-year spirit rings?

For Li Si, Hu Yan Zhen's attack felt no more threatening than a mosquito bite.

Hearing this, Hu Yan Zhen's face darkened. He knew he hadn't held back—he had gone all out. Yet this terrifying attack hadn't even drawn a reaction from Li Si. Worse, Li Si hadn't even bothered to defend!

(Chapter Ends)