Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Just as the spear was about to pierce his throat, Leosley's body suddenly swayed slightly, his movement so light it was almost imperceptible, yet he perfectly avoided the fatal blow.

The Black Knight commander's eyes narrowed sharply. The tip of his spear grazed Leosley's clothes without causing any harm. His face instantly darkened, a flash of surprise and anger crossing his eyes. He raised his spear again and charged.

The Black Knight commander roared, his spear sweeping across the room: "Die!"

The spear, carrying a violent gust of wind, hurtled straight towards Leosley's waist and abdomen. Wherever the spearhead passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek. The Black Knight Commander's eyes burned with rage; this strike was determined to utterly crush Leosley.

But Leosley merely slipped on his steampunk-style gauntlets, then slowly raised his right hand. The gears on the gauntlets clicked softly, and steam billowed from his joints, accompanied by a low hum. His movements were unhurried, as if performing an elegant ritual. The Black Knight Commander's lance was already close, the chill of its blade almost touching Leosley's skin.

"You think this thing can stop my spear if you can't use soul skills?" The Black Knight Commander sneered.

Before he finished speaking, Leosley's gauntlets suddenly erupted with a dazzling blue light, and steam gathered into a vortex, enveloping his fist. Just as the spear was about to strike, he swung his fist to meet it.

boom!
The moment fist clashed with spear, the air seemed to be torn apart, producing a deafening roar. The Black Knight Commander's spear shattered into countless fragments upon contact, scattering in the air and reflecting a dark red, crystalline light.

Before the Black Knight Commander's shocked eyes, the gauntlet was already at his face.

"No"

Before he could finish speaking, Leosley's boxing glove slammed heavily into his face.

Click!

The sound of bones shattering was crisp and cruel. The Black Knight Commander's helmet dented instantly, and blood gushed from his nose and mouth, splattering onto the dark red crystal floor.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall behind him with a dull thud.

Immediately, his body collapsed to the ground, his helmet rolled to the side, revealing a bloodied and mangled face.

A punch landed silently, like a thunderbolt striking the earth.

The captain's fall seemed to ignite a dormant surge of rage. The remaining hundred or so Black Knights, upon losing their leader, showed no fear, but instead revealed their ferocious nature even more.

Their eyes were like knives, and they gripped their sharp spears tightly, like hungry beasts, pouncing on Leosley. It was as if their desire to kill had reached its peak at this moment, and the surrounding air became heavy.

Killing him would be the greatest achievement, and the next leader would be one of them.

The Black Knight in armor shouted, "Brothers, charge! Kill this brat, and the new commander's position will be ours!"

With that shout, the Black Knights surged towards Leosley like a tidal wave, their spear tips gleaming with a cold light, each step shaking the ground. Leosley stood silently, his eyes cold and unmoved by the surrounding commotion.

Seeing this, Hisewen said, "Duke, be careful, they're coming."

Leosley remained standing, watching the surging army of Black Knights approaching from the front.

His steampunk-style boxing gloves trembled slightly, steam escaping from the gaps and emitting a low hum, as if waiting for the next burst of power.

As the Black Knights' pace quickened, the sharp edges of their spears gleamed coldly in the dark red crystal light, filling the air with the harsh sounds of metal scraping against metal and the heavy thud of their footsteps. Their eyes were filled with greed and fanaticism, as if Leosley had become a stepping stone for their advancement.

The Black Knights raised their lances, the tips pointing directly at Leosley, getting closer and closer—ten meters, five meters, three meters… until they could almost see every expression on Leosley's face.

Just then, Leosley's gauntlets suddenly erupted with a blinding blue light. Just as the Black Knights' spears were about to pierce Leosley, his gauntlets burst forth with a blinding blue light, and a chilling aura swept out like a tidal wave. A thick layer of frost condensed in the air, the ground instantly froze, and the Black Knights' steps came to an abrupt halt.

"Be careful to keep warm!"

Leosley's fist slammed into the ice like lightning, and the icy blue energy exploded instantly, with a wave of cold air sweeping around.

Black Knight C shouted in terror, "Retreat! Retreat now!"

However, it was too late.

Leosley's fist traced an arc through the air, and icy blue energy burst forth from his gauntlet, forming a massive wave of frost.

boom!
A deafening roar shook the heavens, and the ground instantly shattered, the hard ice breaking into countless fragments that swept towards the Black Knights. A chilling aura, like a raging tidal wave, engulfed everything in its path, drawing the Black Knights into it.

"what!"

Countless screams echoed through the empty corridor, the figures of the Black Knights swallowed by the icy chill.

A biting wind howled, turning the entire corridor into a frozen hell. The Black Knights struggled in the extreme cold, their armor quickly covered with a thick layer of frost, making their movements sluggish and stiff.

The spear slipped from his trembling hand, struck the ground with a crisp sound, and was then swallowed by the ice.

"Help... help!"

"This is impossible... How could this be..."

However, their cries were quickly drowned out by the howling wind. The chill, like an invisible giant hand, dragged them one by one into the icy abyss.

The faces of the Black Knights gradually froze, their eyes still filled with fear and resentment, as if they were questioning their fate until their very last moment.

The Black Knights' corpses lay scattered across the frost-covered ground, their armor held firmly in place by the ice, resembling cold statues.

A bone-chilling cold filled the air, and the exhaled white mist instantly condensed into ice crystals, drifting through the silent corridor.

Siegwen put away her tranquilizer gun, walked slowly to Leosley's side, her gaze sweeping over the frozen Black Knights, her brows furrowing slightly.

She turned to Leosley and said, "Duke, let's go."

Siegwen's gaze swept over the frozen Black Knights as she looked at the people before her, a hint of pity in her eyes.

She didn't say much, but simply turned and walked towards Leosley with light steps.

The steam on his gauntlets gradually dissipated, and the blue light dimmed, revealing his hands, which were originally wrapped in bandages.

So, it's still easier to break in. What was that ancient person saying again?

When autumn comes on the ninth day of the ninth month, my flowers will bloom and all others will wither. (End of Chapter)