Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in the Dragon King

Chapter 118 The Powerful Qian Mo, the Suppressed Long Yue

The audience chanted the names of Monster Academy and Dragon Leap, creating an atmosphere as heated as a pot of hot oil being poured over a pot.

Inside the Shrek Academy's waiting area, Yue Zhengyu asked Qian Mo, "Ah Mo, how are you feeling? Are you feeling any pressure?"

Qian Mo said proudly, "No one among the younger generation can put pressure on me."

"come on!"

After Dai Tianling finished speaking, the final competition officially began.

Qianmo and Longyue stepped onto the competition stage at the same time, each going to their own side, facing each other from hundreds of meters apart.

The referee was an elderly man with a restrained aura, but his ability to serve as the referee for this match clearly indicated that he was a very famous Soul Master on the Star Luo Continent.

"The rules for this final match are the same as the previous matches. Ten-second countdown!"

"Ten, nine, eight, ..., three, two, one, begin!"

A powerful aura emanated from Long Yue. The phantom of the giant dragon that had appeared during the battle against Le Zhengyu reappeared behind him. The dragon, carrying a city on its back, stretched its body and let out a deep roar.

Qian Mo raised an eyebrow, his golden pupils emitting a strange light, and a golden sword shadow streaked across the void.

In an instant, the dragon's head, which carried the city, flew up and crashed to the ground.

Long Yue's aura vanished, and he took two steps back.

On the platform, Dean Enci, who had been looking calm, suddenly sat up straight, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He knew all too well how domineering the Mountain Dragon King was, but when he faced Qian Mo just now, the Mountain Dragon King's head was cut off in just one exchange of auras. Just what was Qian Mo's martial soul?

Long Yue knew that continuing like this would only waste his energy and spirit. With a low shout, six spirit rings rose from his feet, rapidly protecting him. Then, his body swelled up, growing as large as a mountain, and a huge tail appeared behind him.

"High Mountain!" Long Yue shouted in a low voice.

He held up his hands to the sky, and a majestic mountain suddenly rose into the air. It was clearly not a real mountain, but in that instant, it seemed as if a huge mountain had truly appeared on the entire competition stage.

Qian Mo spread his wings and took flight, the mountains rising ever higher. He slashed down with the Holy Cross Sword in his hand, a golden light piercing the sky, shattering the mountains and rivers, and creating a wide crack between them.

Qian Mo transformed into a golden stream of light, passing through the crack and arriving in front of Long Yue in an instant, slashing at Long Yue's chest with his sword.

"Boom—" Long Yue's eyes burned like raging flames, and a hint of madness began to appear deep in his eyes.

With a flick of his right hand, a double-pointed spear appeared in his grasp. This spear was ten meters long, as thick as an average human waist, and entirely brown in color; its material was unknown. Gripping the spear with both hands, he swung it horizontally, clashing it against Qian Mo's Holy Cross Sword.

"boom--"

Two figures, one gold and one brown, clashed repeatedly on the arena. The holy sword and the spear collided, sparks flying, the movements wide and powerful, each violent boom causing the arena to tremble violently.

Enci, standing on the platform, looked at the two figures on the stage with an indescribable solemnity in his eyes. As a top expert, he keenly sensed that Long Yue was already at a disadvantage.

Long Yue's spear could no longer keep up with the pace of Qian Mo's holy sword attack. Their swordsmanship and spear techniques were not on the same level. Long Yue's proud spear technique appeared particularly immature compared to Qian Mo's swordsmanship.

The clash between the two grew increasingly fierce, but more and more people noticed that the sword light on the arena was becoming brighter and brighter, completely covering the spear shadows that Long Yue was wielding. The mountain-like protrusions covering Long Yue's body were sliced ​​off by the sword light and then disappeared into light in the air.

"River!" Long Yue roared, his second spirit ring flashing. He had to use his second spirit skill.

Huge torrents surged from the sky and the ground simultaneously, instantly transforming the entire competition arena into a confluence of countless rivers.

"Swamp!" The third spirit ring lit up again, and a brownish light instantly enlarged and enveloped Qian Mo, slowing his movements.

"Hmph!" Qian Mo snorted coldly, and a beam of holy light struck him. Holy flames spontaneously ignited around him, instantly setting the swamp that enveloped him ablaze. The purifying power contained within the holy flames was completely eradicated in an instant.

The Holy Cross Sword shone with golden light, fiercely piercing through the surging river. The hard scales on Long Yue's body were ignored, and the sword pierced into Long Yue's shoulder.

Visible blood flowed from the wound on his shoulder. Grace stood up from his seat in shock. Dragon Leap's defensive power was evident to all. He had not expected that the hard scales covering his body would be so vulnerable to the Holy Cross Sword.

"Roar!" Long Yue let out a painful growl. The rusty smell of blood made his eyes bloodshot, and endless madness surged into them.

"Mountains and Rivers!" On the competition stage, Long Yue shouted wildly, and mountains and rivers rose from the ground.

"Rivers!" One after another, great rivers crisscross the mountains and rivers, like a picture of the land and its people.

Long Yue disappeared into the mountains and rivers, leaving only endless pressure coming from all directions.

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Soul skills can merge to create this kind of domain-like ability. Qian Mo glanced at it casually, understanding immediately.

Suddenly, the surrounding mountains began to collapse, and huge rocks fell from the sky, crashing down on him. On the ground, the Yangtze River surged and roared, sweeping towards Qian Mo's location.

"Trial...!"

Amidst the mountains and rivers, a dazzling sword light burst forth, and a phantom of a long sword that seemed capable of piercing through heaven and earth shot out, shattering the mountains and turning the rivers upside down.

Upon seeing this, several people in the stands stood up. Ye Xinglan stared intently at the phantom of the long sword with disbelief, muttering to herself.

"Sword Soul!" Enci exclaimed in disbelief, "How is that possible? How old is he?"

There were quite a few powerful individuals present, and they all recognized that Qian Mo's sword strike, which broke through the blockade of mountains and rivers, had entered the realm of sword soul.

They never expected that Qian Mo was actually a true swordsmanship prodigy.

Qian Mo flew in the air, surrounded by countless sacred feathers that swirled around him like dragons. Each exquisite feather was imbued with a rich sword intent of judgment, greatly enhancing its power.

"Go!" Qianmo uttered softly, and thousands of sacred feathers fell like raindrops. Long Yue stomped the ground, and a brown mud gushed up from the ground, but it was instantly pierced by the sacred feathers, unable to stop their speed.

Immediately afterwards, another mountain peak suddenly emerged from below, but the solid mountains were shattered as if made of paper by the countless divine feathers flying from the sky.

(End of this chapter)