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

Almost the instant he threw the cannonball, Long Chen's furious, blazing white dragon breath struck the back of his mech squarely.

"puff--!"

The black-level mecha was instantly pierced, and the titled Douluo inside coughed up a mouthful of blood. The mecha, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted towards the ground, billowing black smoke.

On the other side, Wu Siduo, who had just torn apart a black-level mech, also noticed this dangerous scene. Her expression changed drastically, and without hesitation, she deactivated her massive Netherworld White Tiger form and transformed back into her agile and nimble Netherworld Cat form. She increased her speed to the extreme, becoming a black shadow that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and tried to rush over to intercept the deadly shell.

"Wusido, don't worry about her!"

Gu Yuena's cool voice came through the communicator, carrying a strange calmness.

Almost simultaneously, Xie Xie appeared in Wu Siduo's path, and the power of spacetime fluctuated slightly, blocking her way.

"That's right, big sister, don't be impulsive."

Xie Xie quickly offered his advice, his tone carrying a sense of entitlement.

"With Brother Lu in the car, what are you afraid of? Even if the sky falls, Brother Lu will hold it up! If you rush over recklessly and get injured in the blast, Brother Lu will be heartbroken!"

"You...you feel sorry for me?"

Wu Siduo's forward momentum suddenly halted. Xie Xie's seemingly unintentional words were like a precise arrow, instantly striking a soft corner of her heart.

Her pretty face, which had a touch of wild beauty, was instantly flushed, her eyes sparkling. She was momentarily at a loss, and her previous desperate stance vanished, leaving only a girlish shyness.

Seeing this from afar, Gu Yuena couldn't help but give Xie Xie a thumbs-up across the battlefield, saying "Well done!"

You little brother, you really know the essence of creating opportunities for the boss!
That assist was a stroke of genius!
In the blink of an eye, the level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell, accompanied by a deathly whistle, approached the soul-guided battle vehicle.

The tank driver jerked the steering wheel, attempting a near-miss, while the officers and soldiers inside were furious, roaring as they activated all the tank's defensive soul-guided devices to maximum power. Layers of thick energy shields instantly formed around the tank, preparing to withstand the devastating blow.

However, at this critical moment, the figure that they had always thought was "weak" and needed to rest finally moved.

Lu Jun, who had been lounging lazily in his seat as if indifferent to the earth-shattering battle outside the window, merely raised his eyelids slightly, watching the shadows of the cannonballs rapidly magnify in his pupils. He casually raised his right hand and lightly rubbed his thumb and middle finger together.

"Snapped!"

A crisp snap of fingers, so abrupt in the carriage filled with alarms and roars, yet possessed an indescribable magic.

The moment the fingers snapped, a wall rose up without warning around the Soul Guidance Chariot.

It was not an ordinary earthen wall or metal wall, but an ice wall that was crystal clear and exuded an extreme cold far exceeding absolute zero.

The ice wall appeared at an unimaginable speed, and the instant it formed, its surface became incredibly smooth and flat, like the most perfect mirror in the world, clearly reflecting the chaotic sky, the burning mechs, and the deadly projectile hurtling towards them.

The next moment, something happened that left everyone dumbfounded: the level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell, which was powerful enough to destroy half of the city, did not cause the expected earth-shattering explosion when it hit the ice mirror wall. Instead, it was like a pebble thrown into a calm water...

No, it was more like it was "swallowed" by the mirror! Ripples spread across the surface of the ice mirror, and the cannonball disappeared instantly into them.

The ice mirror remained as smooth as ever, as if nothing had ever happened.

However, this eerie calm lasted for less than half a second.

The next second, directly above the black-class mech that had just crashed to the ground and whose pilot was still struggling to climb out of the wreckage, another equally smooth ice mirror appeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, the level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell that had just disappeared seemed to be "spit out" by the mirror, emerging from the mirror with undiminished terrifying power and smashing towards its original owner with perfect accuracy.

The titled Douluo of the Green Skull organization had just poked half his body out of the mecha wreckage when he saw the familiar shell, the one that held his hope of dying together with the enemy, rapidly enlarging in his pupils.

His sinister smile froze instantly, replaced by endless fear and disbelief.

"Do not--!!!"

The piercing screams were completely drowned out by the deafening explosion.

"boom!!!"

Another enormous cloud, a mixture of mecha fragments and flesh and blood, rose slowly from where the titled Douluo was, and the powerful shockwave cleared away a large area of ​​dust and debris once again.

This titled Douluo, who was so "awesome" that he took a direct hit from a level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannonball with his own body, met a predictable end. He died a gruesome death, leaving not even a single intact part behind.

The entire battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment because of this bizarre and shocking scene.

Inside the Soul Guidance Vehicle, the nerve-wracking alarm had stopped at some point.

The car was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

All the soldiers maintained their previous posture of preparing to fight to the death, mouths agape, eyes fixed on the lingering cloud outside the window. Then, stiffly and slowly, they turned their heads to focus their gaze on the handsome young man who was still sitting lazily in his seat, even yawning slightly.

The relief of surviving the ordeal and the utter shock of witnessing this incredible scene were intertwined on their faces.

After a long silence, the leading officer finally found his voice. He took a deep breath and, in a tone that was a mixture of immense admiration, a touch of lingering fear, and an indescribable complex emotion, sighed sincerely:

"The ice mirror reflects life and death in the blink of an eye... No wonder you are the number one genius who is famous throughout the continent, Lord Lu Jun, you are indeed... truly worthy of your reputation."

This time, the soldiers in the carriage looked at Lu Jun with no more doubts about his weakness, only deep respect and admiration.

This sudden encounter was drawing to a close as the last few Green Skull mechs that were putting up a stubborn fight were purified by Le Zhengyu's Holy Sword and torn apart by Yuan Enhui's Demon Sword.

The remaining sporadic resistance was quickly wiped out by the Shrek team and Federation soldiers working together, and the threat in the sky was completely eliminated.

Gu Yuena, Le Zhengyu, Yuanen Yehui, and the others, like triumphant generals, slowly withdrew their soul power and calmly returned to their respective soul-guided war chariots. (End of Chapter)