Peerless Douluo: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg!

Chapter 120 The Edge of Alchemy! Nine Times the Speed! (4K)

Just as lightning flashed and thunder roared, signaling the imminent divine punishment, Mo Yuan finally moved. He slowly gripped the hilts of the two long swords at his waist, and then, accompanied by the clanging of metal, Marquis Xinting and Hanyue made their first appearance in the tournament!
Seeing the twin blades that were completely different from ordinary swords and melee soul tools, Hongchen and his sister, as well as Ma Rulong, were stunned.

They genuinely couldn't figure out the origin of those two knives; at the very least, they couldn't be soul tools, a fact they were certain of.

As for ordinary swords, that's even less likely.

"How strange, what are these two knives? They seem like soul tools, yet they don't have any characteristics of soul tools at all..." Ma Rulong frowned and muttered to himself.

The twin blades sliced ​​through the rain on either side of his body, and the alchemical matrix within them was activated. In an instant, a dazzling and overwhelming blood aura erupted from the Xintinghou sword, and an extremely cold aura emanated from the Hanyue blade.

This extraordinary scene immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, most of whom were curious and inquisitive. They could only tell that the two knives were not simple, but they could not figure out what was wrong with them.

They couldn't even tell whether it was a soul tool or not for the time being.

But they couldn't tell the difference. How could they not know Ma Rulong, who came from the world's number one soul master academy?

They were certain that these two knives were definitely not soul tools! But if they weren't soul tools, what could they be?
Judging from the power emanating from these twin blades, they were at least level seven soul tools. Hongchen and his sister, as well as Ma Rulong, were filled with a myriad of thoughts and countless guesses flashed through their minds.

Finally, the three of them exchanged a knowing glance and saw the same answer in each other's eyes.

—Mo Yuan's two swords were most likely made using forging methods other than those used in soul tool technology!
This result is incredible; it's so absurd that people would think they're crazy.

If we eliminate all the impossibilities, then the remaining result, no matter how unbelievable it may seem, must be the truth!
"Oh no! We can't kill Mo Yuan!"

Ma Rulong finally understood what was going on, and jumped up from the sofa in a flash, looking extremely anxious!
He now desperately wants to break the rules, intervene to block the divine scepter, and save Mo Yuan!
If the facts are indeed as they think...

Mo Yuan, or someone behind him, must possess forging knowledge beyond soul tool technology! And a new knowledge system!
If that's the case, then Mo Yuan is no longer just an enemy of the Sun Moon Empire, but clearly the god the empire most desires!
A new path, an unprecedented knowledge system, suddenly appeared before our eyes!

Ma Rulong was at a loss for words to describe his feelings. Even if the guess hadn't been confirmed, the slightest sign was an unimaginable surprise!
As long as Mo Yuan joins the Sun Moon Empire and is willing to share the knowledge he possesses, he would kneel down and serve as a dog, let alone become a cricket champion!
Not only him, Ma Rulong was even certain that if this news reached the imperial high command, the empire would be willing to launch a war that would sweep across the continent in order to obtain Mo Yuan!

No one understands better than them what the new knowledge system truly represents. After all, thousands of years ago, it was their soul tool technology, which far surpassed that of the three great empires that Douluo once belonged to, that allowed them to finally gain a foothold in this new world and almost become the sole empire on the continent!
But the competition had already begun, and the divine scepter had already fallen. All he could do now was pray that Mo Yuan would not encounter any problems.

"Brother, do you think our guess might be true? Is there another cultivation system in the world besides martial spirits and soul tools?" Meng Hongchen asked hesitantly, still unable to believe her terrifying guess.

Xiao Hongchen slowly concealed the fear and shock on his face. He said nothing, but the glint in his eyes had already given him the answer.

……

Amidst the surging blood energy and bone-chilling aura, Mo Yuan took a deep breath, his imposing aura suddenly solidified, and then completely vanished without a trace.

Concealing its strength and biding its time, it is poised to unleash its power.

"call--"

Mo Yuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes lowered, and he silently chanted a string of dragon patterns. As the ancient and profound language bloomed in the void, his previously restrained aura erupted once more!

The ferocious and terrifying phantoms of the bloodthirsty golden eagle and the northern gray wolf flashed by, transforming into lifelike images and text on the blades of the twin swords.

The interplay of blood energy and cold breath reveals the unique brilliance of alchemy!
In the sky, the divine scepter, carrying thousands of crimson lightning bolts, pierced through the rain and hurtled towards the arena! Each bolt of lightning was like a divine lash, evaporating all the rain!
On the high platform, Emperor Xu Jiawei of Xingluo looked at the arena, and his brows suddenly twitched.

Mo Yuan, wielding twin swords, steadily advanced through the rain, his black trench coat billowing in the storm like a battle flag. His golden eyes remained as dazzling as ever, seemingly forged from countless layers of pure gold.

The blood within him is that of the Black King, the blood of the Dragon Emperor Nidhogg! Not to mention this level eight soul tool, which is known as the Scepter of the Gods.

Even if a true god were to come, he would only say one thing: "Under my blade, even gods will bleed!" Then he would leap up and fearlessly slash his blade to kill!

Mo Yuan stomped on the puddle, splashing up a dense spray of water. He calmly raised his head and looked up. The divine scepter, crackling with blood-red lightning, was already less than twenty meters from the ground, disappearing in an instant.

At this moment, Mo Yuan finally moved the knife in his hand.

Ninth-tier instantaneous strike, 512 times the speed of a divine slash!

Time seemed to freeze in that instant. Raindrops falling from the sky lingered in mid-air, leaving faint traces. Mo Yuan leaped up, his robes billowing as his twin swords cleaved through the rain, drawing two chilling arcs like moonlight.

Because of their incredible speed, the two longswords, crafted from soul bones and a large amount of precious metals, couldn't help but tremble and groan.

Never before has there been such a cold knife, nor such an extremely calm emotion, so cold it seems to freeze time itself.

The trembling, cold glint of the blade's tip resembled the willow in early spring, and the dew on the leaves was as still as a frozen river.

With a booming sound, whether from a sonic boom or thunder, that rang out in the sky, time began to flow again. When everyone saw the current state of the competition, they couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

At this moment, Mo Yuan had arrived at the area near the Sun and Moon Team's rest area, and he was slowly sheathing the two long swords that had attracted everyone's attention.

As for the divine scepter, it had just landed when the crimson lightning that had been wrapped around it disappeared, revealing its original form as a silver spear.

A thin, almost invisible crack slowly appeared on the gun barrel, before it suddenly split in two.

It was cut in two by Mo Yuan...

The rain poured down, and all things were silent.

Everyone froze in place, even the titled Douluo powerhouses, simply because they hadn't witnessed the detailed scene of Mo Yuan's attack.

Like ordinary soul masters, in their eyes Mo Yuan simply leaped up and then instantly disappeared from his original spot, appearing at the edge of the arena, while the crimson lightning seemed to be abruptly wiped away by a pair of invisible hands.

Only the divine scepter, stripped of all its power, fell helplessly from the sky and stuck into the ground.

"This... how is this possible? Isn't he only at the Soul King realm? How can he have such speed? Even I can't see it clearly." Xu Jiawei muttered to himself, while touching his neck as he spoke.

He couldn't help but think, what if Mo Yuan's slash hadn't been aimed at the divine scepter but at someone else present, or even himself?

Who could say they were confident they could withstand that attack? He couldn't, Huang Jinxu couldn't either; probably only a level nine triggered soul-guided protective shield could. As for others, it was hard to say. At the same time, the only question Xu Jiawei truly wanted to know was whether the attack was due to Mo Yuan's own strength or the effect of those two swords.
He's not stupid. Although he couldn't immediately see the problem with the Sun and Moon team, he had noticed something was off after watching for so long.

"This is getting more and more interesting. He feels like Ye Xuan from the End of the World, so mysterious that every move he makes brings new surprises and shocks..."

"This...this is impossible, how could you possibly block the divine scepter..." The level 5 soul master who sacrificed all his blood to activate the level 8 soul tool lay on the ground, his breath weak, his withered face full of disbelief.

"Dead men need no questions."

Mo Yuan sheathed his twin swords, then with a flick of his finger, the extreme ice sealed the man into an ice sculpture, which then shattered into dust.

Huang Jinxu, the Heavenly Fiend Douluo who was acting as the referee, raised an eyebrow slightly upon seeing this, but did not warn Mo Yuan against making this a one-time exception, as he had done with Dai Yueheng.

After all, he had seen the slash just now, so why would he be foolish enough to warn such a dangerous person? In any case, it was the Sun and Moon Team that set a precedent, and they deserved to die.

In fact, it wouldn't be enough for so many Title Douluos present to not be able to see clearly just because it's only a ninth-order instant. However, instant and time zero have something in common: the power of a Word of Power depends most importantly on the user's own strength.

If we only consider physical strength and not bloodlust, Mo Yuan's position in the Dragon Clan is above Genjiro and close to Genjiro.

With this level of strength and a speed boost of 512 times, even if Uesugi Koshi or Angers came, they would have to leave something behind before they could leave.

"Aren't you going to play?" Xiao Hongchen asked Ma Rulong, who was standing to the side with an excited expression.

"Go on stage? Go on what stage? Didn't you see it just now? Mo Yuan's terrifying speed is definitely due to the power of his two swords. In that case, he must have a new knowledge system in his hands."

"What's the point of fighting now? The most important thing is to get this news back to the Empire as soon as possible and then find a way to win over Mo Yuan. As for the championship, it's better to give it to him to avoid creating trouble for future efforts to win him over."

Ma Rulong's change of expression is as swift as turning the pages of a book; just moments before he was murderous and determined to kill Mo Yuan, but now he's practically begging to kneel and fawn over him.

Although the Hongchen siblings were speechless, they knew that as long as Mo Yuan truly possessed a new knowledge system, he could become a prince, let alone a champion.

Even to their Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy and Mingde Hall, Mo Yuan's value is even greater, since no soul master can refuse new knowledge.

"Since you're not going, I will. Although I probably can't beat Mo Yuan right now, it's not my style to give up without even fighting."

The intense fighting spirit in Xiao Hongchen's eyes burned like a raging fire. Since the start of the competition, he had never had a truly fair one-on-one duel with Mo Yuan.

Now that they are ready to admit defeat, he can stop holding back and go all out.

"Come on, Mo Yuan, let me see just how many trump cards you still have up your sleeve!"

……

The frozen body parts on the field have been cleared away, but the heavy rain continues to fall, washing away the mottled bloodstains on the ground.

"Shrek! Shrek!!"

"Get out of here, you people of the Sun Moon Empire! I wish your whole family good health!"

"Soul Masters of the Sun Moon Empire, get out!"

Even though the heavy rain was enough to make it impossible for people to open their eyes, the audience still stood up and waved their fists at Xiao Hongchen, cheering loudly for Shrek Academy and Mo Yuan.

This situation has a strong sense of being surrounded by enemies.

Hearing the warm greetings from hundreds of thousands of spectators around him, Xiao Hongchen shook his head slightly. He knew that what Ma Rulong and the others had done was immoral, but as the grandson of Jing Hongchen, the dean of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, he had no right to blame them.

But things are different now. Standing here, he only represents himself. He's here simply to fulfill the idea he set out to do in the first place.

Upon arriving at the arena and seeing Mo Yuan, Xiao Hongchen smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. The one-on-one match we talked about finally happened just as the tournament was about to end. It's a pity about the weather; it felt like a day when destined rivals finally settle their score."

"That's quite fitting, as long as they don't start dancing in the middle of a fight." Mo Yuan said with a light laugh, his left hand resting gently on the hilt of his sword.

After He Caitou was seriously injured, he activated Kamaitachi to monitor the Sun Moon Team's rest area, so he knew exactly what the Hongchen siblings were thinking.

He was still willing to show some goodwill towards these two opponents who could distinguish right from wrong and had a bottom line.

As for Ma Rulong's reaction, he had expected it. It was normal for the Shrek Academy people not to recognize the value of alchemy. If even the people of the prestigious Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy could not realize the importance of alchemy, then the Sun Moon Empire would truly be doomed.

Tsk, how many connections have I gotten myself involved in now? The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, Shrek Academy, the Holy Spirit Cult, and the Body Sect and the Sun Moon Empire, who will definitely come...

As Mo Yuan carefully counted the possibilities, he suddenly realized that his initial plan to "take all four sides" was too conservative. He even had a vague premonition that other unexpected forces might get involved in the future...

Xiao Hongchen didn't understand the reference to the Blue Star from his previous life in Mo Yuan's words, but seeing that Mo Yuan didn't treat him the same way he had treated the team member earlier, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

It seems that, just as Ma Rulong suspected, the Hongchen siblings do indeed have some connection with Mo Yuan.

After the two finished talking, Huang Jinxu, the Heavenly Fiend Douluo, announced the start of the competition. At his command, neither Xiao Hongchen nor Mo Yuan immediately launched an attack.

"The finals have reached a point where they are meaningless for our Sun and Moon team, so regardless of the outcome, I hope you can give it your all and let us bring this tournament to a perfect close."

Seeing that Mo Yuan was just looking at him calmly without answering, Xiao Hongchen understood that there was no need to say anything more; just fight.

As Xiao Hongchen was about to unleash his martial soul, both Shrek Academy students and the sympathetic audience members temporarily stopped shouting and focused intently on the match.

Golden light burst forth from Xiao Hongchen's body, and five great spirit rings—yellow, purple, black, and yellow—rose from the soles of his feet. His gluteal muscles began to writhe, and then a third leg emerged.

His leg was pure gold, his back was slightly arched, and golden bulges protruded from under his clothes. He emanated a soft yet solid golden aura.

A huge golden toad phantom slowly emerged behind him. This toad was entirely golden and had strange three legs.

The ancient mythical beast, the three-legged golden toad!
(End of this chapter)