Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

"Brother Lu!"

Upon seeing the white figure descending suddenly like an ice peak, Tang Wulin, Le Zhengyu, and Xie Xie shouted almost in unison, their faces instantly filled with the ecstasy of escaping a desperate situation and a sense of relief.

With Lu Jun around, it's as if he can hold up the sky even if it collapses.

Lu Jun held the Ice Abyss Sword diagonally to the ground, a chilling aura swirling along its blade. Without turning his head, he calmly and clearly issued the command:

"You three, don't linger here, head immediately towards the eastern exit of Aolai City."

"I've contacted Gu Yuena, and she's located the exact location where Wu Lin's parents are being held. Go and support them immediately."

"Okay, Brother Lu." Tang Wulin was overjoyed upon hearing this, finally having definite news about his parents' whereabouts.

He was about to turn around and rush out almost immediately.

But he stopped abruptly, looking worriedly at the tall, imposing figure facing the purple-level warrior alone:

"Brother Lu, what are you going to do? This guy is a Soul Saint, and he also has a two-word battle armor..."

Lu Jun's gaze remained fixed on the purple-level fighter opposite him, who was temporarily frozen in shock. His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable and absolute confidence:

"Don't worry about me. He's just a Soul Saint who rose to the rank of Soul Saint through resources. He's all talk and no action. I can handle him. Your mission is to rescue Uncle and Aunt as soon as possible. Go now."

"Don't worry, Wu Lin." Xie Xie grabbed Tang Wu Lin, who was still hesitant, and whispered, "He's Brother Lu. If we stay here, we won't be of any help. Instead, we'll distract him from protecting us and become a burden. Let's go!"

Yue Zhengyu nodded emphatically in agreement.

Tang Wulin gritted his teeth, took a deep look at Lu Jun's retreating figure, and nodded forcefully:

"Brother Lu, be careful!"

After saying that, without further hesitation, he, Xie Xie, and Le Zhengyu transformed into three streaks of light and sped off towards the east of the city at top speed.

In the blink of an eye, only Lu Jun and the purple-level fighter remained, facing off against each other on the chaotic street.

A deathly silence enveloped the scene, with only the faint sounds of commotion and wind coming from afar.

The purple-level fighter stared intently at Lu Jun, his eyes behind the mask filled with suspicion and uncertainty. Lu Jun's casual freezing of all his bombs and the words "all other fighters have been eliminated" echoed in his mind like a nightmare.

He suppressed the pounding in his heart and asked in a dry voice:
"How...how did you know that I actually locked that couple up near the east exit?"

At that moment, a chill ran through him. The young man before him seemed to know everything about him and the Tang Clan. This feeling of being completely seen through terrified him.

Lu Jun remained silent, standing still. The chill emanating from the Ice Abyss Sword seemed to intensify, and the surrounding air appeared to freeze.

His deep eyes pierced through the cold mist, coldly staring at the other person as if examining an inanimate object.

This extreme silence and disregard is more unbearable than any verbal mockery.

"I'm asking you something!"

The purple-level fighter was driven to a state of embarrassment and anger by this silence.

"You left your vocal cords at home? Oh, I see..."

He seemed to suddenly remember something, and his tone turned sinister:

"You're Lu Jun, right? The captain of the team that luckily beat Shrek Academy? You've changed so much in the past year, I didn't recognize you at first."

"Hehe, I've finally run into you. Do you know how high your bounty is in our Tang Sect Fighting Soul Hall mission system?"

Lu Jun remained silent, his expression unchanged. "What a pretentious charlatan!"

The purple-level fighter was thoroughly enraged by this complete disregard, and at the same time felt extremely humiliated and uneasy.

He dared not underestimate Lu Jun in the slightest, given the rumors surrounding him and the strange methods he had just displayed.

"The seventh soul skill, martial soul true form!"

He roared, and his seventh spirit ring suddenly burst forth with a blinding light.

His physical form underwent a dramatic change, and he seemed to transform into a gigantic, pitch-black bomb with irregular red patterns on its surface.

Terrifying energy fluctuations converged wildly, emanating a chilling aura of destruction.

The patterns on the two-character battle armor were clearly visible on the surface of the bomb, adding to its imposing presence.

"Go to hell!!!"

The purple-level fighter, transformed into a giant bomb, let out a deep and unrestrained roar, tearing through the air like a meteor, and crashing down on Lu Jun, who was standing still.

A massive shadow instantly enveloped Lu Jun completely, and the violent air pressure crushed all the rubble on the ground.

However, just as that body was about to be destroyed...

Lu Jun, who had been silent all along, finally raised his head.

He looked at the colossal bomb that blotted out the sky, his face showing no panic, but rather as if he had accomplished a trivial task, and spoke softly:
"Bro, it's so hard to stand your smug act. But I've finally managed to stall for enough time."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly turned around, not even glancing at the terrifying attack that was about to strike. He casually swung the Ice Abyss Sword backward and downward, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground. The movement was elegant and swift, as if he were merely saying goodbye to a boring passerby.

The next second, his figure blurred, and he sped off towards the east of the city like a wisp of white smoke, his speed far exceeding that of Tang Wulin and the other two.

"What? Delaying time? What do you mean?!"

The purple-level fighter, who had transformed into a bomb, was taken aback by Lu Jun's sudden words and actions, and his offensive faltered slightly.

But that moment of doubt and hesitation became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

A piercing, distorted scream suddenly erupted from inside the giant bomb.

The terrifying energy that had been steadily gathering suddenly became extremely chaotic. Countless dazzling azure ice patterns spread wildly and exploded from the inside of the pitch-black bomb surface without warning.

An extreme chill erupted from within, bursting forth instantly.

That was not a simple freeze, but a terrifying cold poison containing the essence of "Ice Explosion Technique". It had already silently infiltrated, accumulated and lurked during Lu Jun's seemingly static confrontation, using the tiny ice shards left behind when the small bombs were frozen earlier as a guide.

Until this moment...

Detonate completely!

"Crack! Crash! Boom!"

Amidst a teeth-grinding, rapid freezing sound, the enormous Martial Soul True Body bomb, powerful enough to destroy half a street, failed to even explode. It was completely filled and solidified in mid-air by the extreme cold generated from within, transforming into a crystal-clear, giant ice sculpture with a ferocious appearance.

The ice sculpture exploded the next moment.

It was not an energy explosion, but rather a collapse of the structure after it was completely destroyed by the cold poison and ice explosion.

Countless frozen fragments scattered and flew, reflecting a dazzling yet deadly light in the sunlight. Among them, fragments of the purple-grade battle armor and traces of annihilated flesh and blood could be vaguely seen… (End of Chapter)