Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 145 A mere fatal injury

A warrior clad in three-word battle armor appeared on the arena.

I glanced at the two students who seemed at a loss.

He sighed: "Don't worry, the competition will proceed as scheduled."

He was originally quite looking forward to the competition, hoping that his students could defeat Shrek Academy.

But I'm not in the mood for it now.

Faced with the power that Su Qiu has demonstrated, power that will undoubtedly influence the future of the continent, this match seems like children playing house.

His gaze swept across the field and landed on the tense faces of his students. His voice lowered slightly: "Just do your best. There's no need to force a win or loss."

These words, when heard by the students of Sun Moon Academy, felt like a huge weight had been lifted from their shoulders. Their minds, which had been disturbed by the roar in the sky, calmed down slightly.

On the other side, Shen Yi strode up to the Shrek team and shouted, "Everyone, get your spirits up! What's happening outside has nothing to do with this match. Give it your all!"

Gu Yue nodded slightly, and the elemental power around her surged.

Na'er's silver ponytail swayed gently, and the aura of a dragon wafted out faintly, making her teammates feel at ease.

Seeing that both sides were ready, the referee did not hesitate any longer and shouted loudly, "Team battle, begin!"

Originally, the Shrek Academy's first-year students wanted to have a 100-person team battle.

Sun Moon Royal Academy naturally disagreed. They were well aware that their overall strength was definitely inferior to their opponents. Only their top elite students could put up a fight.

After much bickering, it eventually turned into a ten-player team battle.

The moment the match begins.

Gu Yue took the initiative, grabbing at the air with her delicate hand. A sudden gust of wind arose on the field, and countless wind blades, invisible to the naked eye, condensed into shape.

Long Chen from the Sun Moon Academy snorted coldly and stepped forward.

The Holy Dragon Martial Soul of Light shone brightly.

Four purple soul rings flashed one after another.

After fully enhancing himself, Long Chen charged straight into the enemy's camp.

He was extremely confident in his martial spirit. He had never encountered an opponent since he was a child.

So they charged straight in, intending to break through the enemy's formation.

Seeing this, Na'er became interested, but fearing she might frighten the other party, the golden dragon phantom behind her vanished in a flash.

He charged straight at Long Chen, heading straight into him.

"You're a dragon too?"

Long Chen was initially surprised and doubtful, but then a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes as he continued walking: "I am the Holy Dragon of Light, how could I possibly avoid your sharp edge?"

"boom--!"

The two figures collided at that instant.

"boom!"

Long Chen flew back at an even faster speed than when he arrived, crashing into the protective barrier at the edge of the arena.

Passed out.

This happened so fast that the students of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy didn't even have time to react.

The arena was completely silent; even the referee instinctively gaped open.

At the point of impact, Na'er launched herself into the air after the impact, but she only remained suspended in the air briefly due to the violent collision before landing.

"Phew!" Na'er patted the dust off her clothes, her silver ponytail swaying gently. "Awesome!"

The crisp sound broke the deathly silence of the arena, and the students of Sun Moon Academy were jolted awake. Looking at the unconscious Long Chen, their faces turned ashen.

They never imagined that their academy's most prized student, Long Chen, couldn't even withstand a single exchange with his opponent.

But we still have to bite the bullet and go for it.

Long Chen exits the stage.

Xue Liushuang temporarily assumed command, using the Splitting Light Sword Technique to divide the battlefield for her teammates.

Ye Xinglan stepped up.

The Star God Sword and the Dividing Light Sword clashed repeatedly.

No, it was a battle of nineteen people. On the field, light and shadow intertwined, and the booming sounds of colliding soul power rose and fell.

The three-word battle armor master hovered above the arena, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the arena, but he remained unmoved.

His gaze would always drift involuntarily to the distant horizon, where the energy collisions were becoming increasingly intense.

The golden sword light almost cleaved the sky above Mingdu.

"This match is really not worth watching." He muttered to himself, his tone full of disappointment. "Compared to the battle over there, it's just child's play."

Su Qiu had already fought the two Evil Douluo to the point of madness.

In the blink of an eye, the three clashed countless times.

After the bartender sacrificed himself to the demonic puppet, his strength skyrocketed to the peak of the 94th level Title Douluo, incredibly close to that of a Super Douluo.

This is a desperate measure.

He will die after this battle.

But before that, he wanted to die with Su Qiu!

Black mist surged around him, and the chains clung to Su Qiu's limbs like maggots, tearing away flesh with every pull.

The bone dragon's attacks were even more ferocious and unparalleled. Its pale white bone wings swept across, and the deadly poison on its bone claws was so potent that even spatial power could not completely block it.

None of the powerful figures in Mingdu made a move.

Su Qiu's future invincibility is already visible to the naked eye, which is definitely not what any of the various forces want to see.

They watched from the sidelines, some wanting to see Su Qiu's limits, others unsure whether they should step in to help.

There were even a few individuals who hoped that the evil spirit master would kill Su Qiu.

In their view, perhaps Su Qiu dying at the hands of the evil soul master is the best outcome for all forces.

Su Qiu's one-word battle armor was already riddled with holes, and dark green venom seeped into his skin along the cracks, bringing excruciating pain.

His expression remained calm, his fighting rhythm unaffected, and his skills even became more and more refined.

He is making continuous progress.

The final move of the Swift Meteor: Sky Strike.

Unlike ground warfare, aerial combat is far more complex, involving two additional directions: vertical and horizontal.

Sky Strike is an aerial combat technique created specifically for this purpose. Furthermore, Su Wuyan incorporated Dragon Sparrow Sky Strike, which was derived from his ninth soul skill, into it.

The Holy Sword's light remained intense, each swing exquisite, forcing the bartender and the bone dragon to temporarily retreat.

"Kid, prepare to die!" The bartender's eyes were bloodshot; he knew his time was running out.

The black mist suddenly condensed, transforming into a giant skull. The black and red soul power in the skull's mouth spun wildly, actually condensing into a black sphere containing an aura of destruction.

"Netherworld Annihilation!"

The black ball pierced the sky, causing space to collapse inch by inch in its path.

The bone dragon also launched its strongest attack, its pale white bone wings closing, its massive body expanding once more, and a dark green energy beam spitting out from its mouth.

The black ball and the black ball formed a pincer attack, sealing off all of Su Qiu's escape routes.

Surrounded by murderous intent from all sides, Su Qiu showed no fear whatsoever.

"Flash Meteor - Sky Strike!"

The entire sky over Mingdu seemed to have a frame removed, and it went dark for a moment.

The light gathered at the tip of the holy sword in that instant.

It forms a tiny, almost imperceptible point of light.

A speck of light floated out gently.

Touch the black sphere and the dark green beam of light.

"boom--!!!"

The deafening roar echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

The moment the light touched the two energies, it went from calm to violent.

A terrifying shockwave swept out like a tsunami.

A blinding light shone above Mingdu as powerful onlookers channeled their soul power to protect the city below.

At the center of the energy collision, the light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

On the competition stage of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, the three-word battle armor master, who was watching intently, frowned.

Not luxurious!

From the center of the three colliding energies, a meteor shot out and fell straight towards the center of the arena.

The protective barrier surrounding the arena couldn't hold it back for even a moment; the meteor crashed down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The match was interrupted.

Everyone looked at the center of the billowing smoke with suspicion and uncertainty.

The three-word battle armor master's figure hovered above the smoke and dust, his soul power reaching out to brush away the dust.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a slender figure lay supine on the ground, the Holy Sword propped against the ground beside him, its golden light slightly dimmed.

Su Qiu's one-word battle armor hung tattered on his body, and his exposed skin was covered with dark green patterns, traces of venom spreading.

There was also a large hole in his chest.

To onlookers, his breath was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

"Everyone's here, cough cough."

"Su Qiu!"

Na'er, Gu Yue, Xu Xiaoyan, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Wu Siduo, Ye Xinglan, and everyone else rushed forward.

Na'er's voice was choked with sobs as she rushed to Su Qiu's side. The aura of the Golden Dragon King spread out without reservation, and a soft golden halo enveloped Su Qiu, suppressing the poison spreading in his body.

"It's nothing, just a minor fatal wound." Su Qiu waved his hand as Na'er held him in her arms.

An ordinary Soul Master would have died eight hundred times over.

But for Su Qiu, it was indeed just a minor injury.

(End of this chapter)