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

Chapter 175 Suck, suck, suck, suck you to death

It seems I can only wait for Su Qiu to take me along.

"That kid Su Qiu already went to the entrance, didn't he?" Xiong Jun interrupted untimely, his voice muffled, "Grab him... Huh?"

Halfway through his speech, Xiong Jun noticed that the ferocious beasts around him were looking at him with pity.

not good!

The next second, Na'er suddenly appeared and kicked Xiong Jun in the face with a big foot.

It's Na'er's flying kick!
"I've said it several times! I don't intend to have any bad intentions towards Brother Su Qiu!"

Na'er pulled Xiong Jun aside and started punching and kicking him wildly: "If there's a next time, I'll cut off your bear paw and roast it!"

Zi Ji and the others kept their eyes down, their heads bowed low, as if they hadn't seen the miserable state of Xiong Jun being beaten on the ground.

Xiong Jun's massive body was pressed down by Na'er's petite figure, making him look pitiful.

With a muffled groan and a mournful wail, she cried out, "My lord Na'er, I was wrong!"

Gu Yue sat on the sofa, her gaze sweeping over the crowd indifferently. In the past, she would have tried to dissuade them.

But now she only smiled faintly and didn't say anything to stop it.

Su Qiu's opponent today is Fox King Su Mu.

"Are you confident?" Dai Yueyan asked Su Mu.

"How could that be? That's a Black-level mecha." Su Mu smiled slightly. "I'll try my best to scout ahead for you."

"Don't worry, even if I lose, I won't lose too badly." Su Mu chuckled and turned to walk towards the arena. "Mechs are ultimately inferior to battle armor. I can hold my own even against a black-level mech."

Dai Yueyan watched his retreating figure, her brows still furrowed.

He knew Su Mu's personality; he seemed carefree but was actually meticulous. But who could be absolutely certain of victory when facing that black-level mecha that could be described as overwhelming?

In the waiting area, Su Qiu had already received the competition notification. He casually tucked the book into his pocket and stepped onto the ring.

The two stood opposite each other.

The referee strode to the center of the field, raised his right hand, and announced loudly, "Ready for the match. Three, two, one, begin!"

Su Mu immediately donned the One-Word Battle Armor.

A flash of silver-gray light swept past Su Mu, and his one-word battle armor covered his entire body, outlining smooth and eerie fox-shaped patterns. The fox ears on his helmet trembled slightly, revealing a hint of agility and danger.

The five long tails on his back suddenly unfurled, each tail covered by a metal shield extending from the battle armor, its tips gleaming with a cold light. Purple spirit rings rose from his feet, reflecting the luster of the battle armor.

Su Qiu calmly entered the mecha.

Su Mu's soul power suddenly erupted from his feet, and his figure circled around the mecha like a ghost, with five long tails leaving five afterimages in the air.

At the same time, the three purple soul rings flashed simultaneously, slowing down, stripping away soul power, and reversing...
Use the slow and reverse aura to create distance, then use soul power to slowly wear down Su Qiu.

Operating a Black-level mech already consumes a lot of soul power. Combined with his soul power stripping technique, his chances of winning are very high.

Su Mu's figure became increasingly elusive. His five long, metal-covered tails would sometimes lash against the mecha's outer shell, creating a screeching sound. At other times, just as the mecha was about to get close, he would use the power of the Reversal Aura to forcefully reverse the mecha's momentum.

He was like a cunning silver fox, always maintaining a perfect distance from the mecha, neither getting close nor being able to continuously wear it down with his soul skills.

"Good! That's it!" Dai Yueyan, who was waiting in the combat zone, couldn't help but clench his fist, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. "Waste him! Deplete the mech's energy!"

The Star Luo audience erupted in cheers, their hearts, which had sank because of the Black-level mecha, were lifted again. For the next half hour, Su Mu's figure moved like a ghost, always staying outside the mecha's attack range.

Five long metal tails occasionally swept across the mech's joints, sending up a series of sparks, serving both as harassment and as a probe into the mech's defensive blind spots.

Then, the Devouring Aura and Destruction Aura were used to pull apart Su Qiu's mental energy and physical body inside the mech.

The flawless execution was a pleasure to watch.

The cheers from the audience grew louder and louder.

But gradually, some people noticed something was wrong: why wasn't the competition over yet?

The cheers gradually subsided, and the people in the stands looked at each other, their excitement slowly replaced by confusion.

Yes, it's been half an hour, how come that dark gold mech is still acting like nothing happened?
The slowing aura was still in effect, yet the mech's joints moved smoothly without any sluggishness.

Despite the Soul Power Stripping Aura firmly protecting the mecha, Su Qiu inside the cockpit showed no signs of exhaustion whatsoever.

On the contrary, Su Mu in the arena was breathing more and more heavily, and her steps were no longer as light and ethereal as before.

The frequency of the five long metal tails behind him swayed slower, and there was a slight pause in the intervals between releasing his spirit rings.

The light from the Devouring Aura and the Destruction Aura has dimmed considerably.

By continuously unleashing his soul skills and pulling the cart around, Su Mu was nearing his limit.

"Something's not right." Dai Yueyan, who was waiting in the combat zone, frowned and slowly relaxed his clenched fist. "Under these circumstances, Long Yue won't be able to hold out for long."

"How could they still be acting like nothing happened?"

They knew perfectly well that after being bound by Su Mu's soul power stripping aura for half an hour, even a Soul Douluo should have run out of soul power! But Su Qiu's mecha didn't even flinch!

On the field, Su Mu finally couldn't hold on any longer. He staggered back two steps, the purple spirit ring under his feet dimmed to the point of almost merging into the air, and the five long metal tails on his back drooped limply, without even the strength to lift them up.

His battle armor was removed, revealing his pale face. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead and onto the arena floor.

"You... monster."

Su Mu supported himself on his knees, panting heavily, his voice broken and filled with deep resentment.

He believed he had a flawless plan, and that by pulling and wearing down the enemy, even Long Yue would have been defeated after such a long time. But this black-level mech in front of him was like a bottomless pit, completely draining his soul power.

Su Qiu left the mecha and stretched in front of him.

"Your method of wearing people down is quite a test of patience." He looked down at Su Mu, who was slumped on the ground, and said with a hint of mockery, "Unfortunately, it doesn't work on me."

The next second, a terrifying surge of soul power erupted from him, a power far more complete than anyone had imagined. It seemed that Su Mu's soul power stripping had had no effect whatsoever.

The audience was in an uproar. Could it be that Su Qiu possessed a soul skill that could counter the stripping of soul power?

Only Su Mu, who was closest, turned pale. He noticed something was wrong, and his eyes lost all fighting spirit.

"I surrender"

In reality, he no longer had the soul power to continue fighting.

Back in the waiting area, Dai Yueyan and other classmates surrounded him with questions.

Su Mu didn't answer, retreating to a corner and muttering to herself, "We've all been fooled. It's impossible to win."

(End of this chapter)