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

Faced with this earth-shattering attack, Lu Jun, who was in the midst of the battle, made a move that left everyone speechless.

He... actually stopped all his dodging movements.

Even the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand drooped slightly.

He stood there quietly, hands behind his back, letting the wind whip his black hair wildly across his forehead.

Those deep, icy blue eyes calmly gazed ahead, their pupils reflecting the ever-approaching, increasingly terrifying crimson blade light, yet they seemed to be looking at something unrelated to themselves.

He actually... ignored Lan Muzi's ultimate attack, which combined the power of a Soul Douluo, the enhancement of a three-word battle armor, and even the power of a Martial Soul True Body!
"What is he doing?!"

"Are you scared out of your wits?"

"It's over! He's dead!"

At that moment, everyone who witnessed this scene felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Even the three people, including Le Zheng'en, who were high up, clenched their fists instinctively, and Guan Yue almost rushed out.

A hint of disdain flashed in Lan Muzi's eyes:
"So it was all just a bluff. The number one genius on the continent? Today, I'll make sure you perish here!"

In the blink of an eye, the Yangmu sword, burning with blazing sun flames, tore through the air and landed squarely on Lu Jun's left shoulder.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out.

The violent energy shockwave spread outwards in a ring from the point of impact, causing several Soul Saints who rushed up from the vicinity to stagger backwards.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the center of the energy explosion.

Some disciples of the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy have even expressed their excitement and mockery:

"Hit! Senior Brother is awesome!"

"Hmph, even if he has a two-word battle armor, he would be seriously injured if he took that strike head-on from Senior Brother."

"What kind of genius is he? He can still be defeated in one move..."

However, their cheers abruptly stopped, like a duck being choked.

The energy dust slowly dissipated, revealing the scene inside.

The scene seemed to freeze.

Lan Muzi's Yangmu Blade, burning with intense heat, indeed struck Lu Jun's shoulder firmly.

But... it only chopped down there.

The anticipated scene of flying flesh and shattered bones did not occur.

Lu Jun remained standing there quietly, his figure as upright as a pine tree, and not even the ice beneath his feet cracked.

His white shirt on his shoulder remained as clean as snow, without even a trace of scorch marks.

It was as if that terrifying blow, powerful enough to split mountains, was merely a gentle spring breeze.

"..."

For a moment, an eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield.

Everyone's expressions froze, their mouths agape involuntarily, their eyes filled with absurdity and disbelief.

Lan Muzi's expression, however, became incredibly interesting in an instant.

From initial confidence, to doubt upon impact, and then to shock and horror upon receiving the feedback!
His pupils contracted violently at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.

He could clearly feel that the violent strike he had unleashed, condensing his life's cultivation, released all its power, all the effects of his soul skill, and all the impact the moment it touched Lu Jun's shoulder...

It was as if a clay ox had entered the sea, instantly swallowed, disintegrated, and vanished into nothingness by a deeper, more vast, and more incomprehensible force.

Like a wave crashing with all its might against an ancient, towering reef, it can only splash a few insignificant droplets, unable to budge it an inch. Moving a mountain is easier than moving a piece of land!

His physical strength was even more solid and indestructible than a thousand-meter-tall black iron mountain!

Under the gaze of countless stunned eyes, Lu Jun slowly raised his right hand and gently flicked the blade of the Yangmu sword that was still resting on his shoulder with his fingers, making a soft "ding" sound.

He turned his head, his icy blue eyes glancing indifferently at Lan Muzi, whose face was deathly pale as if she had seen a ghost. A half-smile played on his lips, his tone laced with languor and mockery:
"You idiot, didn't you even check my intelligence before you made a move?"

"Who gave you the courage to try and slash at me with a broken wooden sword spirit?"

"Are you some kind of clown from the circus, performing for me to make me laugh?"

"As for why he was completely unharmed..."

Lu Jun paused, then revealed a bright yet icy smile.

"It's very simple, because the grade of my two-word battle armor is far superior to your three-word battle armor."

"!!!"

These words struck Lan Muzi and everyone who heard them like a thunderbolt.

Two-word battle armor... crushes three-word battle armor?
How can this be?

This completely overturns the common sense of the Soul Master world!

"Ahhhh!!!"

The extreme humiliation, anger, and disbelief instantly overwhelmed Lan Muzi's reason. His face turned a deep purplish-red, and he let out a beast-like roar. His soul bones on both arms shone brightly, as he was about to unleash his soul bone skills in a desperate fight.

However, Lu Jun reacted even faster.

The moment he finished speaking, his seemingly casually hanging left hand clenched into a fist, simple and direct, striking first despite being behind, and unleashing a punch.

There was no dazzling light from the soul skill, no earth-shattering momentum, only power that was pure to the extreme and condensed to the extreme.

"boom--"

A punch landed directly on Lan Muzi, producing a dull, heart-stopping thud!
The three-word battle armor around Lan Muzi burst forth with a dazzling defensive light, but it was torn apart instantly as if it were made of paper.

He was struck head-on by a meteorite, gushing blood as he flew backward at an even faster speed than he had come, tracing an arc like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the crowd in the distance, knocking over countless people, their fates unknown.

One punch!
Lan Muzi, a Contra-level warrior clad in three-word battle armor, is defeated!

The whole place was dead silent.

Only Lu Jun slowly withdrew his fist and flicked his wrist, as if he had just casually swatted away an annoying fly.

His gaze slowly shifted to the other side, to Tang Yinmeng, who was already terrified and pale.

"Next, it's your turn."

Seeing Lu Jun's gaze locked onto her like a sharp sword, and knowing that she was the next target, Tang Yinmeng felt a chill run down her spine and up to the top of her head.

She didn't even have time to check on her lover, Lan Muzi, who had been blasted away by a punch and whose life was unknown. Her survival instinct drove her to unleash her full power in an instant.

The three-word battle armor on her body erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light, like a small sun suddenly rising in the dim battlefield, shining brightly.

A sacred and majestic aura, mixed with surging soul power fluctuations, spread wildly.

"All personnel, heed my command! Activate your Battle Armor Domains, gather your Soul Power, and form the Divine Judgment Array!"

Tang Yinmeng's voice was sharp and urgent, carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic, yet she forcibly amplified it with her soul power, making it resound throughout the entire battlefield.

"We represent the justice of Douluo Continent, and we defend the supreme honor of Shrek Academy and Tang Sect!"

"Today, we will surely eliminate this scoundrel, Lu Jun! This evil soul master who slaughtered his fellow practitioners, whose sins are heinous and who is condemned by both gods and men!"

She emphasized the words "evil soul master" heavily, as if to nail Lu Jun to a pillar of shame and to give her side's encirclement and suppression a so-called righteous cause. (End of this chapter)