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

This scene left everyone watching the game in the back stunned.

Although they had absolute confidence in Lu Jun and believed that he and Gu Yuena could suppress Tang San together, they never expected that Lu Jun, with only the strength of a second-level god and his superb swordsmanship, would suppress Tang San, who was the supreme god king, from beginning to end.

It even made it so that the other party could not even hope to escape.

This is completely beyond their understanding of the power system.

Even Gu Yuena, who had been gripping the Silver Dragon Spear and ready to provide support at any moment, was stunned. Her beautiful eyes shone with a mixture of shock and indescribable pride.

She knew Lu Jun was strong, but she never expected that after his rebirth, he would be so powerful even at the level of a second-level god.

"Too...too strong!"

Yuan Enhui murmured to herself, her eyes wide open. Even though they were far apart, she could still feel the chilling sword intent emanating from Lu Jun's every move.

It was a terrifying sharpness that went straight to the source and froze everything, making her, a powerful swordswoman, feel a shiver and awe from the depths of her soul.

"Brother Lu will rule the martial world forever, hahaha!"

Xie Xie had long forgotten the life-or-death crisis he had just faced, and was so excited that he danced around and laughed heartily, as if he himself had been the one displaying great power on the field.

Long Chen beside him also had shining eyes and excitedly echoed:

“In that case, I’ll have to follow Brother Lu and be his left protector.”

Upon hearing this, Yue Zhengyu habitually glanced at him sideways and retorted:
"You? At best, you're some kind of Dongfang Bubai, or just a typical young lad with a wild spirit. And you call yourself the Left Protector?"

Long Chen: "…………"

His enthusiasm was extinguished by a bucket of cold water, and his expression instantly fell.

boom! boom! boom!
In the center of the battlefield, the clash between the two swordsmen intensified, or rather, Lu Jun's one-sided dominance became increasingly apparent.

Tang San, the Asura God, wielded the super artifact Asura Demon Sword and displayed the exquisite Asura Sword Technique inherited from the God Realm. However, he was forced to defend himself and faced constant danger by Lu Jun, who only wielded an ice sword and whose realm was two whole levels lower than his. Lu Jun used a sword technique that they had never heard of or seen before, yet which was extremely mysterious.

"Your sword has the form but not the spirit."

Lu Jun glanced calmly at Tang San, who was struggling to defend himself, while the ice sword in his hand flickered with light, each swing carrying a chilling aura.

The sword light was as fine as silk threads, yet incredibly resilient, constantly coiling and cutting through Tang San's sword intent and protective divine power.

"You are no match for me."

These words, like cold needles, pierced Tang San's proud heart. His face turned pale and then flushed, and he gritted his teeth, disregarding his status, and rolled away like a lazy donkey, narrowly avoiding a glint of icy blue sword light that brushed past his neck, before retreating hastily.

What a shame!
An unprecedented and utterly humiliating disgrace!
He was so utterly disrespected and crushed by a mere second-level god spirit using only swordsmanship, yet he couldn't even utter a single powerful rebuttal.

Because deep down he had to admit that the other person was right!

Lu Jun's swordsmanship, whether in terms of control of power, grasp of timing, or understanding of the essence of swordsmanship, far surpasses his.

He inherited the position of the Asura God and honed his swordsmanship for tens of thousands of years, yet it all seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this seemingly young opponent.

How could he possibly accept this?

Of course, if he could understand the origin of Lu Jun's true identity and the accumulation of years, and that he was a figure from the same era as the previous generation of the old dragon god, he would understand that the swordsmanship honed over tens of thousands of years was nothing to Lu Jun.

Perhaps the moment you learn the truth, you will suddenly understand and feel completely relieved.

But at this moment, there is only endless frustration and anger.

Even though Lu Jun is only undergoing retraining now, his superb swordsmanship is already etched into his DNA, allowing him to unleash incredibly powerful swordsmanship instinctively.

Keng! Keng! Keng!
The sound of swords clashing was as dense as rain, sparks and ice shards flying everywhere. Suddenly, after a fierce clash, both swords were thrown to one side by the enormous recoil, leaving a wide gap between them.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Jun's left hand, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly clenched into a fist, his arm was drawn out like a bow, and then, like a cannonball being fired, with a whistling sound as it tore through the air, it slammed straight toward Tang San's chest.

Abandon the sword and use fists?

Tang San's eyes narrowed instantly, and instead of being surprised, he felt a surge of joy.

opportunity!

God-given opportunity!

The opponent's swordsmanship has reached a state of perfection, and I have no chance of winning in close combat.

But now, the other side is actually abandoning its strengths and trying to decide the outcome with fist and foot techniques?
This is simply courting death!

Tang San could barely suppress the ferocious sneer on his face. He also swung his left fist without hesitation, condensing the vast power of the Asura God onto the tip of his fist. The blood-red light shone brightly, carrying the terrifying power to shatter stars, and he fiercely met Lu Jun's fist.

A contest of physical strength?

Tang San has gone through many hardships, and his body has been tempered by divine power. How could he be afraid of him?

call!call!
Two fists, imbued with terrifying power, traced deadly trajectories in the void as they rapidly approached each other.

Tang San's cold smile deepened. He had even begun to imagine the scene of this punch shattering Lu Jun's arm and even severely injuring him to the point of vomiting blood.

As long as Lu Jun is injured, the situation will definitely reverse!

He would have a chance to break through the blockade and escape!

"In the end, they were too young and got carried away..."

Tang San secretly scoffed, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.

At that moment, everyone watching from all around felt their hearts leap into their throats, their eyes fixed on the fists about to collide, their breaths almost stopping.

Gu Yuena's expression changed drastically. The seven-colored light of the silver dragon spear in her hand surged, and the seven elemental powers gathered frantically. She was about to rush forward to provide support regardless of everything.

However, at this critical moment, a calm and clear voice seemed to resound directly in everyone's minds:

"Who told you that my fist isn't a sword?"

The next moment, just before Lu Jun's seemingly plain and unadorned fist, which showed no signs of energy leakage, suddenly erupted with countless dazzling ice-blue sword beams.

These sword beams were not attached to the surface of his fist, but emanated from inside his fist, as if his entire arm itself was a peerless divine weapon unsheathed.

The fist is the sword, and the sword is the fist.

Man and sword become one, nothing is beyond their reach.

boom--

The two fists collided, but instead of the dull sound of flesh hitting flesh, it was like thousands of divine swords clashing at the same time, shattering with a deafening roar.

The terrifying energy shockwave spread out in a spherical shape, further lowering the ground by several meters.

As the two gazed at each other with their faces only a foot apart, Lu Jun's face still wore that gentle, serene smile.

Tang San's sinister smile froze completely in that instant, replaced by a profound horror and utter incomprehension, as if he had seen a ghost. (End of Chapter)