Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 274 Accompanying Our Tang Clan, One Last Crazy Moment

The phrase "going all in" refers to a desperate situation where a person, unwilling to give up, transforms everything they have into their only strength and pours it into a single, decisive move to determine victory or defeat.

This kind of intense flame, which compresses fate to its limits, often burns out the most breathtaking chapters in history.

But it could also just be the last, unheard sigh of a desperate gambler.

The Federation would never allow itself to be delayed on the front lines for too long for the sake of Shrek Academy. If it weren't for Chen Xinjie and Yu Guanzhi protecting it to the death, the Federation would never have sent the mecha force, the Soul Master Corps, and a group of Title Douluos from the Temple of War to provide support.

After Chen Xinjie had no choice but to leave, Shrek Academy and Tang Sect suffered heavy losses in this battle.

Shrek Academy, which had stood for ten thousand years, was reduced to ruins, and the Tang Sect couldn't even keep its last headquarters.

As for the Spirit Pagoda, since it joined the battle too late, apart from the injuries sustained by Qian Gu Die Ting, Qian Gu Dong Feng, and Qian Gu Qing Feng, the power of the Spirit Pagoda was not greatly weakened.

Even so, no matter how much they resented Shrek Academy and Yun Ming's eternal east wind, they were still filled with confusion at this moment.

God!
The realm of gods, which was once a dream for them, now loomed over the entire Douluo Continent like a dark cloud. Qian Gu Dongfeng stood on the top floor of the Spirit Pagoda, gazing at the blood-red sky in the distance, his fingertips trembling involuntarily.

That is a power beyond human comprehension. How can a mere mortal contend with a god?
Heavy breathing echoed across the ruins of Shrek Academy. Once formidable figures like Zhuo Shi, Feng Wuyu, and Lan Muzi now leaned wearily against broken stone pillars, their bodies riddled with wounds. The Sea God Pavilion's final barrier had held for a mere seventeen seconds against the divine attack, and they hadn't even caught a glimpse of their enemy.

"Over at the Spirit Pagoda..."

Lan Muzi was interrupted by a violent cough as soon as she opened her mouth, and blood seeped from between her fingers.

"That old fox, Dongfeng, who's been around for ages."

Feng Wuyu gritted his teeth, trying to prop himself up, but staggered and fell to his knees. His right arm was a strange purplish-black, a mark of divine power's erosion. "They...retained eighty percent of their fighting strength...but they're with us..."

Zhuo Shi raised his hand to stop him. This usually fiery Crimson Dragon Douluo was surprisingly calm at this moment, his bloodshot eyes looking up at the sky: "It's not a problem with the Spirit Pagoda."

Everyone fell silent. Yes, so what if the Spirit Pagoda joined the battle ahead of time? In front of those four figures, the difference between level 98 and level 95 was nothing more than ants and slightly larger ants.

Tang Wulin knelt in the center of the ruins, his ten fingers digging deep into the ground. Lying before him was his teacher, who had cared for and taught him without reservation, Na'er's master, the master of the Sea God Pavilion, Yun Ming.

Blood seeped from under Tang Wulin's fingernails, mixing with dirt and dripping onto Yun Ming's pale face.

Although this Sky-Supporting Douluo's injuries were not serious, in order to protect the students of Shrek Academy from the aftershocks of those god-level battles, this peerless powerhouse still risked his life, taking on the aftershocks for the students time and time again.

Cao Dezhi lay on the ground expressionless, looking up at the sky.

Zang Xin somehow got hold of a pot of wine, sipping it slowly and occasionally handing it to Cao Dezhi beside him.

Is the Tang Clan doomed?

Our own god-level combatants were severely injured and could only return to the core area of ​​the world to recuperate; the rest of us all suffered considerable injuries.

The Beast Merchant Guild is coming on strong.

There is absolutely no way we will give up now.

A cloud of despair hung over everyone's hearts, as if pressing the ruins even lower. The wind whispered, like the sighs of the dead, and the stench of blood mingled with dust, suffocating everyone.

Tang Wulin lay prostrate beside Yun Ming, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He gazed at his teacher's serene expression, his heart aching as if torn apart. Yun Ming's eyes were half-closed, the gray sky reflected in his pupils, a faint smile even playing on his lips, as if he had already accepted his fate. Though not dead, the once blazing flame of life had weakened to a flickering flame.

"No...it shouldn't be like this..."

Tang Wulin muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and out of tune.

He suddenly looked up, his blood-red eyes fixed on the lingering bloodstain on the horizon.

He kept reminiscing about the beautiful memories he shared with Gu Yue and Na'er.

Painful?
pain.

Angry?

anger.

Desperate?
No, he refused to despair.

A resolute glint flashed in Tang Wulin's eyes. He slowly stood up, his hands clenched into fists.

Those experiences, each and every one etched in his heart, were constantly stimulating Tang Wulin's nerves.

After stripping away the "love tribulation" left behind by Tang San that was hidden in Gu Yuena's mind, Chen Zhou, with a wicked sense of humor, followed the golden and blue threads and packaged all the catalysts that could greatly stimulate the target's emotions in the memory and gave them to Tang Wulin.

So much so that now, after waking up, Tang Wulin's mind is filled with memories of Na'er and Gu Yue, memories etched deep in his heart. It's as if those emotional imprints have been magnified infinitely, filling his heart with longing and yearning for Gu Yue and Na'er.

He knew he couldn't fall here. He still had so much to do: find Gu Yue, protect those he loved, and restore Shrek Academy to its former glory on the Douluo Continent.

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, and his body began to emit a faint golden light, which was the power of the Golden Dragon King bloodline surging within him.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the flow of power within him. He knew he needed to become stronger to protect those he loved.

He began to mobilize the Golden Dragon King bloodline within him, attempting to unleash even greater power. His heartbeat gradually accelerated, and the blood within him surged like boiling lava. Each heartbeat was like the beating of a war drum, igniting his fighting spirit.

Feeling the immense power, the release of the ninth seal granted him the ability to cover his entire body with dragon scales.

Strength, physique, and speed have been greatly improved!

Now, his combat power is in no way inferior to that of a Soul Saint-level expert.

But when Tang Wulin thought of Gu Yuena, who possessed godlike fighting power, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

Looking at Tang Wulin, as if remembering something, Cao Dezhi suddenly said, "We have nothing left to lose."

Zang Xin, who was sitting to the side drinking alone, seemed to realize something. Having known Cao Dezhi for many years, he was already aware of what was on Cao Dezhi's mind. He naturally understood and stood up. After everyone's eyes were on him, he said softly, "We... still have a chance to go all in."

"I wonder if the esteemed members of Shrek Academy are simply surrendering to the Beast Merchant Guild?"

"Let's go crazy one last time with the Tang Clan."

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