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

Chapter 282 Killing streak
"If you can't see the difference in strength, then prepare for death!"

Chen Zhou chuckled softly to himself, and the metal wings on the back of his wind armor suddenly unfurled. Twelve concentric alchemical arrays lit up between the wing membranes, forcibly compressing the wind element in the air into liquid energy, forming a cyan-gold energy river within the array.

The fat goose let out a high-pitched cry, and the Nightwind Owl spirit, as the core of the armor, was pushing its talent to the limit. The liquid wind elements flowing inside the wind armor suddenly began to crystallize, condensing into a semi-transparent spear in Chen Zhou's right hand—the spear shaft was composed of millions of miniature wind blades, and the spear tip was a vortex of wind pressure that kept collapsing and bursting.

Tang Wulin suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The danger premonition brought by the Golden Dragon King bloodline was frantically alarming him. He subconsciously crossed his arms to protect his chest, and all the golden patterns on the surface of the dragon scales lit up. The two-word battle armor was on his body, providing a boost to his soul power while also possessing considerable defensive power.

But the trajectory of the wind spear's thrust was completely contrary to the laws of physics.

One second it was a hundred meters away, the next it had pierced through Tang Wulin's chest—not a straight thrust, but a reconstruction of spatial distance through alchemy.

The moment the spear tip pierced the golden dragon armor, what erupted was not blood, but a dazzling golden mist.

"Wulin!"

Zhuo Shi's eyes widened in fury. The phantom of the crimson-armored dragon on the old man's body instantly materialized, and a punch burning with life force slammed into Chen Zhou's back. This strike was infused with all the soul power and rage of a level 97 Super Douluo, and even space itself was distorted and deformed where the fist passed.

Chen Zhou didn't even turn around. The twelve alchemical arrays on the back of his wind armor shone simultaneously, and his world-destroying fist seemed to have struck viscous liquid metal. The cyan-gold energy rivers flowed upstream along his arm, instantly enveloping the Crimson Armor Dragon Martial Soul, forcibly solidifying the blazing flames into a crystalline state.

"Quiet down, old man."

With a flick of his finger, Chen Zhou suspended Zhuo Shi upside down in mid-air. The wind element crystals crawled all over his body like living creatures, eventually forming a shackle around his neck—this was the [Wind Prison] attached to the Wind Armor, capable of completely isolating the bound person's soul power from the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

Upon seeing this, Feng Wuyu roared, and all nine of his spirit rings shattered. The terrifying energy generated by the explosion of the spirit rings allowed him to temporarily break through to the ninety-ninth level. His purplish-black Blazing Dragon Martial Soul expanded to a hundred meters in length, and the dragon flames it spewed from its mouth dyed half the sky dark purple.

"Old man, wake up!!!"

Feng Wuyu shouted at Zhuoshi, who had just escaped.

He transformed into a human-shaped ball of flame and crashed into Chen Zhou, a suicidal attack that completely abandoned any defense.

The alchemical runes on the surface of the Wind Armor suddenly went out.

To everyone's astonishment, Chen Zhou disarmed himself, and Fatty returned to its original form, landing on his shoulder. Facing the oncoming destructive dragon flames, he simply raised his right hand, palm facing outward, in a blocking gesture.

"Interesting courage."

The alchemist's voice could be heard clearly through the sea of ​​fire, "But it's meaningless."

The dark purple torrent of dragon flames suddenly split three meters away from Chen Zhou. The flames slid away along the hemispherical surface as if encountering an invisible barrier, eventually converging behind him to form a fire pillar with a diameter of 100 meters that shot straight into the sky.

The outline of an alchemical array rotating in reverse faintly appeared in the pillar of fire—this was the most basic application of "energy deflection," yet it achieved a near-miraculous effect due to the caster's terrifying computing power.

Feng Wuyu's pupils contracted violently. The power generated by the shattered spirit ring was rapidly waning, and his opponent hadn't even taken it seriously. In his last vision, he saw a sliver of emerald light emanating from Chen Zhou's fingertip, the faint glow spreading into a net-like pattern of alchemical lines between his brows. "Die."

As those two words fell, Blazing Dragon Douluo plummeted like a puppet with its strings cut.

The alchemical patterns moved across his body, reorganizing the explosive soul power into an orderly flow of energy—neither taking nor destroying, but rather returning the violent power to its original, gentle state.

Floating in mid-air, Tang Wulin witnessed the two elders of the Sea God Pavilion fall one after another, and the penetrating wound in his chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Golden Dragon King's bloodline granted him extremely strong self-healing abilities, but the residual energy from the Wind Spear was still hindering his injuries from fully recovering. He struggled to lift his head and saw that Chen Zhou had already turned towards the silver cocoon of light formed by the Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

"stop."

Tang Wulin forced out a plea through gritted teeth, "Gu Yue, she..."

Chen Zhou had his back to him, his voice unusually serious: "To be honest, I have absolutely no interest in your tragedy."

He raised his right hand and pressed it against the surface of the silver cocoon of light. The alchemical matrix in his palm reacted violently with the energy field that stirred the heavens and earth. "But since you've chosen to die—"

Suddenly, a dazzling silver light burst forth from the silver cocoon.

Countless cracks spread across the surface, reflecting a distorted and deformed image like a broken mirror.

Gu Yuena's figure appeared and disappeared among the cracks, and the sharpness of the Silver Dragon Spear had already pierced through several layers of spatial barriers.

A dark rift suddenly appeared across the sky above the ruins of the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire. It wasn't a spatial rift, but rather the chaotic essence revealed after the world's surface was violently torn open. The instant the silver-white cocoon exploded, two entangled figures were sent flying backward from the turbulent energy surge—Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin's fused martial souls were forcibly dispelled, and the Affectionate Sword and the Ruthless Sword separated in mid-air with mournful cries.

Gu Yuena's Silver Dragon Spear pierced Cao Dezhi's right shoulder, slamming the ruthless Douluo into the mountainside. Amidst the dragon's roar emanating from the trembling spear, layers of rock crumbled away like melting candles. When Zang Xin attempted to rescue him, he discovered his feet were frozen solid by ice crystals—not ordinary ice, but solidified spatial rifts, where even thoughts could be frozen.

"A love that moves heaven and earth?"

Gu Yuena's new appearance left everyone breathless. The ice and fire dragon scales on her right side had perfectly fused with the bloodline of the Silver Dragon King, forming a shimmering crystalline armor; her left side retained human skin, but every inch of it was covered in silver dragon patterns.

As the heterochromatic eyes surveyed the two Tang Sect Douluos, the left purple eye reflected fragments of past memories, while the right golden-red vertical pupil burned with pure killing intent: "Using such despicable means to probe my heart."

The Silver Dragon Spear suddenly began to vibrate rapidly. The blood droplets spurting from Cao Dezhi's wound froze in mid-air, and upon closer inspection, it could be seen that each drop of blood was enveloped in a miniature spatial cage—this was Gu Yuena's newly awakened [Time-Space Imprisonment]. She gently turned the spear handle, and the blood droplets flew towards Zang Xin along trajectories with different time flow rates.

"laugh--"

The amorous Douluo's blue robe was instantly stained dark red. As the most fatal drop of blood pierced his brow, the compressed spacetime within him expanded violently, blasting his head into countless ice crystals. Amidst the sound of the wine gourd shattering on the ground, this always smiling man transformed into an ice sculpture, only to collapse into elementary particles in the next instant.

(End of this chapter)