Douluo Continent: I, Tang Wulin, a Kamen Rider

Chapter 67 The Fate of a Hero
"A swordsman who intervenes to help those in need???"

"So, you really killed my brother for some nobody you didn't even know, someone who was completely insignificant?"

Upon hearing this, Guang Biao also looked at Tang Wulin with an incredulous expression.

"Ordinary people's lives matter too!"

Upon hearing Tang Wulin's reply, Guang Biao flew into a rage once again.

"Bullshit! Those lowly bastards dare to compare themselves to my brother?"

"Let me tell you, no matter who you really are, you're still just a lowly Soul Master!"

"You've unleashed so many soul skills and soul spirits in a row, I don't believe you still have any soul power left! Die!"

Tang Wulin took a deep breath; Guang Biao was right.

Although he can amplify his power through transformation, his current level is still too low.

Moreover, he had just finished training with Gu Yue and Xie Xie, and his strength had not yet recovered, yet he had searched all over the region.

He just expended a lot of his soul power to wipe out the Light Dragon and his group in one move.

In addition, his right hand was injured in the recent clashes with Guang Biao, and his soul power and physical strength were almost depleted.

Of course, the most crucial point is that his right hand, which he was used to holding the sword, had been completely fractured by the opponent's elbow.

Even if he forcibly healed himself with his Blue Silver Emperor, he would only have enough strength to wield a sword.

Expecting to exchange sword blows with the opponent is impossible.

But seeing the light blast coming again, Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and chose to meet it with his sword once more.

This time, however, he chose to hold the sword with his left hand.

"Ding!"

The sword blade and the dragon claw clashed, sparks flying instantly.

Guang Biao grinned maliciously, and the metal dragon scales inside his dragon claw palm stood up again, like blades, trying to trap the Flame Sword in his palm once more.

At this moment, Tang Wulin lightly patted the fantasy book at his waist with his right hand.

"Mountain Hidden Flame!"

As the chanting of the fantasy book began, Tang Wulin's ram's head breastplate was visible on his chest, its eyes radiating red light.

Immediately afterward, a burst of scorching flames shot from its mouth toward Guangbiao's arm.

Seeing this, Guang Biao had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​continuing to block the Flame Sword and instead let go to dodge.

At that moment, Tang Wulin swiftly thrust his sword towards Guang Biao's throat.

"Zi!"

The Fiery Sword struck Guangbiao's throat, sending sparks flying.

Suddenly, the dragon scales on Guang Biao's neck closed up, blocking his sword.

Seeing this, Tang Wulin hardened his heart and quickly began to recall the days when he trained swordsmanship with Wu Changkong, as well as the scene of Wu Changkong's duel with Guang Biao yesterday.

After a while.

"Ding!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and Tang Wulin was panting heavily as he looked at the still imposing beam of light before him.

Although he wanted to imitate Wu Changkong's fighting style, using his longsword to bypass the dragon scales' tight defense and attack the real flesh beneath.

But Guang Biao, who had just suffered a setback at the swordsman Wu Changkong yesterday, didn't give him a chance at all.

Every time Guangbiao swung its claws to attack, the dragon scales on its arms and body would merge seamlessly with them.

This left Tang Wulin with absolutely no opportunity to exploit the situation.

Tang Wulin's swordsmanship was not as exquisite as Wu Changkong's, and in addition, he was now using his left hand, which he was not very used to, to wield the sword.

Therefore, with Guang Biao's deliberate defense, he found it even more difficult to inflict effective damage on Guang Biao. On the contrary, although Guang Biao's attacks were blocked by the Holy Blade Armor, they were constantly depleting Tang Wulin's remaining physical strength and soul power.

Not long after, Guang Biao roared and his third spirit ring on his back shone.

Then, he actually withstood Tang Wulin's fiery sword strike, grabbed Tang Wulin's waist, and with a fierce flying shoulder thrust, slammed him hard to the ground.

Then, it slammed its claws into Tang Wulin's body one after another.

"Zizzizi!"

Amidst the sparks flying from the Holy Blade armor, Guangbiao sneered as he swung his dragon claws.

"You want to stand up for what's right? You want to help others? You want to act on behalf of Heaven? You want to be a hero?"

"Since that's the case, I'll show you what happens when you're a hero!"

After saying that, Guang Biao clasped his fists together, and then his fifth spirit ring flashed behind him.

Earthshaker Hammer!

A powerful and boundless force enveloped his fists, crashing down on Tang Wulin's body with overwhelming force, like a towering mountain collapsing.

On the spot, Tang Wulin's transformation was forcibly canceled.

Looking at Tang Wulin, who was pale and weak beneath him, and his right hand, which was still bleeding profusely and whose bones were even visible, he saw him.

Guang Biao paused slightly, then a ferocious and twisted grin appeared on his face.

"I never expected that you, you pretty boy, would be so bad that I could still momentarily give up the idea of ​​killing you."

Even in dire straits, Tang Wulin's unparalleled handsomeness was still undeniable.

His face has distinct features, with strong yet soft lines.

Her eyes, which usually seemed to hold the brilliance of stars, were dimmed by her extreme weakness, but this only added to her captivating charm.

Beneath her high, straight nose, her thin lips trembled slightly, devoid of color, while her skin was pale and almost translucent.

Amidst the blood and grime, she resembled a tainted jade, breathtakingly beautiful yet evoking pity.

Seeing this, Guang Biao also bent down, staring intently at Tang Wulin with his bloodshot eyes.

"That's right, I shouldn't have killed you so quickly. I should have broken every bone in your body piece by piece first, so you would know what the consequences of being a hero are!"

"Then I will twist off your tempting head to offer as a sacrifice to my brother!"

"But don't worry, I'm a kind-hearted person. After I twist your head off..."

“I will chop up your family, your two classmates, and the whole family of the beef in the sealed pot!”

"I'll send you all on your journey, to be buried with my brother!"

As he spoke, Guangbiao's smile grew increasingly ferocious and crazed.

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin's anger flared up once more, and he gripped his sword tightly, slashing forward.

"With me here, you can forget about it!"

But this time, the Flame Sword was gone, lacking the same aura and power it had when it transformed.

Seeing this, Guang Biao stood there with a mocking expression, making no attempt to block, and letting Tang Wulin draw his sword.

"Zizzizi!"

The Fiery Sword struck Guangbiao's neck, which was covered with metallic dragon scales, sending sparks flying.

In response, Guang Biao easily caught the Flame Sword with just one hand.

Looking at Tang Wulin beneath him, whose face was flushed from exerting all his strength, Guang Biao let out a sinister grin.

"Kid, it seems you haven't figured things out yet. Once you lose that strange armor, you're nothing!"

"What kind of swordsman? What kind of hero? You're just a mere one-ring Soul Master!"

(End of this chapter)