Soul Land IV (Douluo Dalu) : Ultimate Fighting

Chapter 1353: Chapter 1353: Betting Everything on This Single Attack

Although the experts could see that the four slashes, when executed, were affected by the need to fend off that spear thrust, somewhat diminishing their power. However, the heavy swords of the Eight-Armed Demon God—how could they be so easily blocked? Even warship armor would likely be cleaved apart!

Lan Xuanyu, upon landing, did not pause. His dragonlance surged forward, and his offensive erupted once more.

At this moment, everything became slightly surreal due to the sheer speed; countless gunlight shot through the air, emitting dazzling beams and flashes.

The Eight-Armed Demon God was not to be underestimated either—eight heavy swords swung madly, creating overwhelming slashes. In an instant, the arena was ablaze with golden and violet flashes intertwining. Their figures were barely visible anymore.

And yet, the deafening sounds of collisions continued to reverberate through the venue, shaking everyone to their core.

If one had to use a word to describe the intensity of their battle at this moment, most would undoubtedly choose “madness.”

Their clash lacked any pretense—it was raw, unrestrained power against power. This was the Dragon Clan versus the Eight-Armed Demon God Clan, a straightforward contest of brute force.

The sword-blade storm unleashed by the Eight-Armed Demon God’s eight heavy swords seemed capable of annihilating the world, yet the countless gunlight thrust by Lan Xuanyu’s dragonlance neutralized each blade of energy one by one.

This clash was the perfect fusion of power and beauty, making many spectators unable to conceal the frenzy in their gazes.

This battle was simply too exhilarating! It was hard to put into words the sheer strength they were displaying. This was a true clash between titans.

Outside the arena, Li Menglong unconsciously clenched his fists. This is what he desired—yes, this is exactly what he wanted!

Watching her captivating movements, weaving through the fight, surrounded by radiant golden light, accompanied by a series of mighty dragon roars, fiercely clashing with one of the prominent figures of the Eight-Armed Demon God Clan’s younger generation, refusing to back down and slowly gaining the upper hand—Lan Xuanyu suppressed the opponent’s strongest specialties: power and explosiveness. Even though that Eight-Armed Demon God had been promoted by Li Menglong and had even received heavenly crystal stones from him, he couldn’t help but cheer for Lan.

This was the woman who could truly match him! Moreover, she was undeniably beautiful.

And if a Dragon Knight were to marry him, her mount dragon seemed quite impressive too—fully capable of being assimilated into his ambitions.

This was the perfect outcome.

As this thought crossed his mind, Li Menglong’s heart couldn’t help but burn with eagerness. At all costs, he had to win this beauty over.

“Boom—”

At that moment, the battle in the arena had reached its climax. Lan Xuanyu’s dragonlance suddenly stopped its series of thrusts and, instead, used it like a whip, swinging it downward in one swift stroke.

The Eight-Armed Demon God, fully aware of the formidable strength of his opponent from their earlier exchanges, dared not slacken. All eight heavy swords simultaneously raised to block the strike.

“Boom—” His sturdy frame staggered backward three steps under the impact before stabilizing. But just then, he realized that his opponent’s scales had suddenly transformed into a seven-colored hue, and the dragonlance in her hands was imbued with the same color.

Lan Xuanyu’s eyes abruptly flashed with an incomparably dazzling brilliance—radiant and majestic, as if eclipsing the sun. Gripping the dragonlance mid-shaft after its rebound from the previous strike, she steadied herself.

The dragon wings on her back beat forcefully, stabilizing her body from the recoil while simultaneously propelling her backward with a forward wingbeat.

Why is she retreating? Clearly, she was gaining the upper hand—shouldn’t she press the attack?

As doubts arose in the minds of the spectators, they noticed that the seven-colored light on Lan Xuanyu’s dragonlance suddenly became incredibly radiant. Within the dazzling seven-colored brilliance, something extraordinary seemed to exist. In the next moment, all of her own luminous seven-colored aura was absorbed, as if it had been entirely drawn into the dragonlance.

The seven-colored dragonlance flashed with piercing intensity and, in the blink of an eye, shot straight toward the immense figure of the Eight-Armed Demon God.

The Eight-Armed Demon God appeared to sense tremendous danger. His eight robust arms converged above his head, along with the eight heavy swords. The purple glow from his body suddenly condensed into a thicker, darker violet-black hue.

A bizarre sight unfolded—his eight arms seemed to adjust their lengths independently, causing the eight heavy swords to merge into one massive sword above his head, which descended with a devastating slash.

The violet-black sword energy blasted out, stretching over a hundred meters, solid and tangible, and at this moment, the Eight-Armed Demon God truly appeared as if a demonic deity had descended, exuding unbridled ferocity.

Lan Xuanyu, after throwing the dragonlance, spread the dragon wings on her back, her figure gently descending, her eyes carrying only a faint, icy indifference.

“Ding!” The crisp sound echoed far and wide, even testing the limits of the protective barrier, causing ripples to spread like waves. It must be noted that the barrier of Arena One was currently reinforced by the Holy Light Dragon Knight Huang Liangwei himself.

Within moments, a harrowing scene unfolded—a ring of black and white light ripples spread out from the point of impact, radiating outward in all directions. There was no sound of explosion, as though all sound had been devoured in that instant.

The overwhelmingly solid violet-black sword energy disintegrated under the spreading black-and-white light ripples, momentarily halting the dragonlance before it surged toward the Eight-Armed Demon God again.

“Pfft—”

Like lightning, the dragonlance pierced through all barriers, striking with pinpoint accuracy at the Divine Demon Core within the Eight-Armed Demon God’s chest. In that instant, everything seemed to freeze.

“Roar—” The Eight-Armed Demon God bellowed in fury, his roar saturated with violent rage. The violet-black light surging from the Divine Demon Core in his chest burst forth, unleashing overwhelmingly destructive energy as though aiming to dissolve the dragonlance itself.

But, at the next instant, his entire body suddenly froze, his gaze instinctively turning toward the main viewing platform.

Seated beside the Sky Horse Sect Leader on the platform, the Eight-Armed Demon God King suddenly sensed something. His eyes became sharply focused, and a towering pressure erupted from him.

However, the atmosphere surrounding Arena One, shielded by the Holy Light Dragon Knight’s formidable energy, did not alert him immediately. By the time he realized, it was too late.

A blinding brilliance erupted from the Divine Demon Core at the exact point of impact, swallowing the Eight-Armed Demon God’s roar in an instant. It was as if a miniature sun had suddenly appeared on Arena One. The resulting explosion sent shockwaves outward, surging through the protective layer maintained by the Holy Light Dragon Knight like turbulent waves.

Even the figures on the main viewing platform turned pale in alarm.

Something had gone wrong!

Yes, something had gone terribly wrong. The Divine Demon Core had been triggered into an explosion—an act of self-destruction.

This was Golden Dragon Moon Song, the final spear technique passed down by Dragon Emperor Douluo Tang Wulin to his offspring. With her Dragon God’s Power, Lan Xuanyu pushed the spear’s potency to its peak, embedding within it a hidden Light and Dark Divine Thunder.

If only the dragonlance had pierced through, the destructive energy within the Divine Demon Core wouldn’t have entirely dissipated. Destruction’s counterpart is creation, enabling the Eight-Armed Demon God Clan to possess remarkable self-healing capabilities. Unless eradicated instantly, they could regenerate using the potent energy within their Divine Demon Core.

However, the circumstances were far from this ideal. A Light and Dark Divine Thunder detonated within the Divine Demon Core—what could that experience even be like?

No experience comprehensible.

The Monocle Rubber Clan, known for their formidable defense, nearly disintegrated when struck externally by the Light and Dark Divine Thunder. How much worse would it be when detonated internally within the Eight-Armed Demon God? Not even a God level strong could endure such an attack, let alone this destruction hitting the core of the Eight-Armed Demon God Clan—their greatest strength and their fatal vulnerability.

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