Capítulo 117: Chapter 112: Creation God Pupil Shatters Illusions, Wielding Jian to Frenziedly Slash at Poison Douluo_1
The people from Shrek Academy around them kept retreating, having long since cleared the battlefield.
When gods fight, they dare not interfere.
Even a stray wisp of poison is more than they can handle.
The wave of heat released by Luo Yu was so intense that it made it hard for them to breathe.
Poison Douluo felt an astonishing scorching heat on his back and hurriedly turned around the Martial Soul True Body that had transformed into a giant snake.
The size of a lantern, the triangular eyes reflected the proud figure shooting into the sky.
Luo Yu held the sword, its blade wrapped in scorching flames, his eyes resolute as he cleaved with a single strike.
"Boom!!"
The Executioner Sword enveloped in flames completely erupted, turning the initial overflow of numerous orange-red flames into pitch black.
Like a purgatory furnace, it instantly encased the entire massive body of Poison Douluo within it, refining and baking it like a Bagua Furnace.
Black flames, carrying the high temperature of melting gold and smelting iron, soared into the sky.
Poison Douluo let out a piercing shriek, continuously spewing nauseating green venom from its mouth to no effect, instantly consumed by the extreme black flames.
Like a trapped beast, he writhed desperately, his huge serpentine body releasing Soul Power in an attempt to combat the surrounding black flames.
Although he could fend it off temporarily, his Soul Power was rapidly depleting.
At this moment, the Shrek Academy was lit up by the fire, as if it were daytime.
Every face reflected an expression of utter shock.
He actually managed to suppress a Titled Douluo with his own strength alone??
Luo Yu's three blood-red hundred-thousand-year soul rings.
Each sword strike was stronger and more spectacular than the last!
The endless stream of tactics left them overwhelmed.
Flander swallowed hard.
He was only a Soul Ancestor, yet he could achieve such a feat—it was sensational, downright terrifying.
Dai Mubai was scared to death now; how bold he had been to provoke such a monster before.
Even a Titled Douluo would dare to strike, what did he count for?
Inside the arena, Poison Douluo was being burned by the flames, struggling hard to resist.
Luo Yu's good deed was interrupted, and simply suppressing Poison Douluo couldn't satisfy him.
He instantly activated the Creation God Pupil rewarded by the system.
His already brilliant eyes suddenly shone broadly.
Two beams of amethyst-gold light shot out, as if containing various divine powers, piercing through the black flames and shining on Poison Douluo.
"Found your weak spot!"
A fierce look crossed Luo Yu's face.
With a stomp of his golden boots, he leaped high into the air and spun his body.
With a flick of his sword-wielding wrist, he sent out a splendid blaze of firelight, like a meteor of flames falling from the ninth heaven, striking heavily at the Serpent Emperor's underbelly, the vital seven inches.
"Boom!"
The blaze of the sword light swept across the wilderness, domineering and peerless.
With a splatter, blood sprayed out.
The Green Scale Serpent Emperor let out a mournful cry, its massive body teetering, the Soul Power Barrier on its surface crumbling as the surrounding black flames immediately burned up.
"How could you possibly see my weak spot!!"
"Hiss!!"
A roar of shock and anger resounded, the Green Scale Serpent Emperor tumbling and struggling on the ground, each scale emitting the scorched stench of burning.
Luo Yu's eyes dazzled with divine light, one sword after another, skillfully dodging the opponent's attacks, each move directly targeting the Serpent Emperor's flaw, fully venting his anger.
The crowd from Shrek Academy had their mouths agape, as if they could swallow several eggs whole.
Was this still the Titled Douluo they knew?
To be chased and sliced by a Soul Ancestor?
Was Poison Douluo too weak?
No, it definitely wasn't like that.
Flander could see it clearly.
Every time the giant snake thrashed its tail, it could break the ground and collapse houses; mere mortals would likely die upon contact, or perish from a mere graze—yet every time it was nimbly avoided by Luo Yu's mysterious steps.
The poison mist spit out by the giant snake was unavoidable, even capable of corroding sand and soil.
He had only been hit by a poisoned finger from Poison Douluo, and now his whole body was numb. But Luo Yu walked leisurely within the poisonous fog, launching a relentless assault, which was truly unbelievable.
Proud of his potent poison which proved ineffective, his Dragon God Martial Soul greatly suppressed Poison Douluo's Martial Soul, allowing Luo Yu to achieve such a remarkable and impressive record in battle.
Flander and Zhao Wuji were now filled with nothing but shock, and they certainly didn't dare to think that they could take him on themselves, having already experienced Poison Douluo's tyranny.
Yet to their surprise, the ferocious and savage Poison Douluo was completely humbled in Luo Yu's hands, getting slashed without showing any temper left, only able to let out incessant shrieks.
Too strong, just too strong!
This is a real monster!
This was everyone's genuine reaction at the moment.
In the arena, Poison Douluo twirled his Serpent Emperor True Body, dodging the Jian again and again.
He felt so stifled he almost. For his whole life as a Douluo, when had he ever fought such a frustrating battle, his skills countered, unable to exert his strength, and now being driven to such a state by someone so much younger.
"Roar!"
The Serpent Emperor's massive body trembled violently, instantly shattering several houses.
In the flash of green light, the serpent's figure disappeared.
An emaciated old man appeared in mid-air, his hair and beard scorched, with a gash across his abdomen, still dripping greenish-red blood.
Pointing at Luo Yu with anger, he bellowed with bulging eyes, "Boy, my poison skills are unmatched. In my life, I have never submitted to anyone."
"Looking across Douluo, who isn't afraid of my dark tricks? I never expected you to be immune to poison. You're tough, alright."
"But don't think I'm easy to bully. Your Martial Soul may suppress mine, but it can't suppress the others. Just you wait; I will be back."
Holding his Jian, Luo Yu stood erect in the arena, his black hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes gleaming with amethyst gold light, he sneered with scorn, "The rant of a defeated dog, show some guts and stay for another fight."
Poison Douluo ground his teeth together with a loud gnash, roaring fiercely, "Boy, don't go too far!"
"You might be immune to deadly poison, but your companions aren't."
"Are you threatening me?" Luo Yu's gaze became icy, his eyes flashing with a murderous intent.
His wrist vibrated, and the sound of the sword rang out.
"Old poison, feel free to try!" he challenged.
Poison Douluo's hand glowed with a clump of sticky green poison fog, "Don't think I won't dare."
Luo Yu locked eyes with his green pupils, not backing down, and mocked, "Do you dare?"
Poison Douluo's hand, holding the poison, trembled imperceptibly, and he withdrew the poison back into his palm with a sneer, "Heh, don't think I won't dare. Debts have their debtors, torments their masters. I cherish my life, I simply don't wish to harm the innocent, that's all. Just you wait."
The people around were dumbfounded. Poison Douluo cherishes his life???
It's as if it's written in bold on his forehead, 'Convincing'.
"I will be back, and by that time, I'll make you pay!" he vowed as anger seethed through him, whisking away from the distressing site.
Who could have imagined, a Titled Douluo came here to seek revenge.
But, instead of reclaiming his dignity, he got beaten down hard.
The embarrassment was unbearable; his pride was nearly lost!
Looking up, Luo Yu smirked coldly, "Did I say you could leave?"
Turning back, Poison Douluo raised his middle finger in contempt, "Do you think you can stop me if I want to leave?"
Luo Yu pointed behind him silently.
Poison Douluo instinctively looked back.
A flash of pink light appeared, and the whooshing force of a whip kick was oncoming rapidly.
"Damn it!"
"Boom!"
Poison Douluo was struck in the face by the kick, flying across the sky like a shooting star and crashing heavily to the ground.
Gravel scattered, and a deep pit was created on the impact.
Where he had been in the air, a gorgeously dressed beautiful woman appeared, her charming powder eyes now shining with a cold glint, her two pristine and beautiful legs bathed in a pink glow, radiating a formidable presence.
"Cough cough."
Poison Douluo coughed up blood profusely, blood trickling from his nostrils, the kick left him dizzy and disoriented.
Luo Yu walked over to the edge of the pit, flashing him a friendly smile.
"Old poison, since you're here, there's no rush to leave..."
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