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"It's over."
"The kid is done for."
"You asked for it; now you're certainly going to die."
The audience, seeing Number Nine's momentum exploding, as if they had already seen Luo Yu dead on the spot, mourned for him prematurely.
The Slaughter King waved his large hand in the air.
A magnificent King's Chair materialized out of thin air and floated in the sky.
He flipped his cloak with a flick of his arm and sat down directly.
He looked down upon the world like a noble and majestic emperor.
"Boy, squashing an insect like you doesn't require my intervention."
"No matter how sky-reaching your methods are, now that you can't muster any Soul Power, let's see how big of a splash you can make."
"And what you need to confront is a Titled Douluo with all guns blazing, unrestrained by any limits."
"I now allow you to shiver and fear to your heart's content."
Luo Yu was closely scrutinizing the Black Armored Knight, completely ignoring the Slaughter King.
He glanced left and right.
He placed his hand beside his ear and said in surprise:
"Who was talking just now? I didn't catch it."
"Whose dog got loose and is barking wildly?"
"Click-clack, click-clack!"
The Slaughter King was so angry his face turned red and he ground his teeth.
Luo Yu said, "I had just mentioned a dog, and now I'm already hearing grinding teeth?"
"Number Nine, what are you dilly-dallying for?" the Slaughter King roared furiously, unable to contain himself any longer.
"Yes."
Number Nine picked up the black heavy sword in his hand, trampled on the ground, and launched an attack.
The force was so powerful that everyone nearby changed color instantly.
They all fled toward the distance.
"The kid is going to die; there's no way he can block it."
This was the common thought among all spectators at that moment.
Not that they thought Luo Yu was weak.
But the Black Armored Knight was once a warrior with a hundred consecutive victories, and after so many years of practice, his enormous Soul Power as a Titled Douluo was now fully unrestrained.
How could the young man possibly withstand that?
Just as everyone thought Luo Yu would be pierced and shattered by the sword.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the venue.
The audience, who had been crouched in their seats, all stood up, eyes wide, paying close attention to the center of the arena.
"How... how is that possible?"
"He blocked it just like that?"
"Holy... holy crap?"
"He blocked it with a single finger?"
Cries of shock came one after another; no one expected Luo Yu to be able to block it.
And not only did he block it, but he did so with just a single finger.
The Slaughter King's eyelid twitched; he had not expected this brash young man below to have such strength.
Bi Bidong and Bossi, on the other hand, were folding their arms, full of confidence in Luo Yu the whole time.
Hulena, grabbed by Bi Bidong, was trembling with her beautiful eyes.
Just a moment ago, she almost rushed to Luo Yu's rescue, but she realized the man was much, much stronger than she had imagined.
Her small mouth opened, unable to suppress an exclamation.
"That... that's a hundred-victories Titled Douluo."
"Has Brother Yu's combat power reached such a level...?"
"It's... it's unbelievable."
In the center of the arena, Luo Yu stood there with no fluctuations on his body.
A single finger extended forward.
It was just one finger, but it firmly withstood the massive black heavy sword coming straight at him.
Completely blocking the fierce and violent attack of the Black Armored Knight.
Under the Black Armored Knight's feet, nine Soul Rings were flickering, and the aura of his Soul Power also kept surging forth.
But no matter how much force he exerted in his arm, he couldn't advance even a fraction of an inch further.
A look of white terror crossed his eyes for an instant.
Because this was nothing like what he had envisioned.
Luo Yu's mouth twitched to one side.
He sighed.
"A warrior undefeated in a hundred battles?"
"A Titled Douluo?"
"That's it, that's all."
With that sigh, that look, the entire audience went numb.
They all sensed the young man below was incredibly badass; aside from Luo Yu, who would dare to talk about the Black Armored Knight like that?
Aside from Luo Yu, who could so casually catch the strike of the Black Armored Knight?
"You deserve to die!"
The Black Armored Knight was furious, withdrew his sword, and slashed again.
"Scram!"
Luo Yu gave a cold snort.
Slender fingers like jade flicked forward.
With a clang, the heavy sword was sent flying away.
The heavy sword flew horizontally, crashing into the distant ground and blasting out a large pit, embedding itself deeply.
Its weight was astonishing.
The audience: "???"
Hulena: "???"
The Slaughter King had already sprung up from his King's Chair in midair.
He stared intently below.
"Ah!"
The Black Armored Knight felt a complete loss of face and let out a roar.
The seventh Soul Ring rose first.
His figure rapidly enlarged, bursting out of the black armor and transforming into a gigantic Black Panther.
It stood ten meters tall.
With large and sharp bone spurs growing from its back, they gleamed with a chill light.
Its razor-sharp claws were covered with a sticky blood-red light.
With a howl,
it charged at Luo Yu, swinging its deadly claws, while at the same time, a blood-red Domain descended, greatly suppressing Luo Yu's movements.
"Getting desperate?"
Luo Yu raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"Too bad, desperation is of no use."
Confronting the towering Black Panther over ten meters tall, Luo Yu casually swung his relatively minuscule hand.
Making a strike toward the opponent.
"Can this even block it?" The audience exclaimed incredulously.
Then they heard a snap, and saw the Black Panther being sent flying, hitting the spectator seats around them, crushing who knows how many onlookers.
Standing within the smoky arena, Luo Yu shook his hand.
"Not bad skills, but useless in front of me."
"Give it a rest."
"Roar!"
The Black Panther struggled out from the arena; the ninth Soul Ring rose and entered its body.
In an instant, a single horn grew from its forehead.
Black patterns surged forth.
Illuminating an ominous aura, as if thousands of ghosts were wailing upon it.
This was the ultimate move he had developed after slaughtering thousands of powerful beings.
Ghost Horn Soul Cry.
Not only was the physical attack powerful, but the soul attack penetrated directly into the mind.
Countless fierce ghosts laid claim to one's spiritual world simultaneously.
He thrust his horned head at Luo Yu.
Luo Yu showed no fear.
He reached out a large hand, directly grabbing it.
A cruel look of success flashed in number nine's eyes, thinking Luo Yu was as good as dead by now.
However, his expression quickly changed.
Because he felt that Luo Yu didn't seem troubled at all by the soul power of the ghosts associated with the Ghost Horn.
Clear eyes, strong hand.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound.
Everyone looked on in shock as the Ghost Horn was forcefully snapped off.
Number nine was frightened.
The Luo Yu before him seemed as unfathomable as a devil.
"Thinking of escaping?"
Luo Yu said, bouncing off the ground and soaring high into the air.
With his arms cradling, he swung the broken horn.
Directly plunging it into number nine's body.
"Roar!"
A scream emanated, and number nine was instantly pierced through.
He fell to the ground, his Martial Soul True Body broken, his Soul Light scattering.
"Scram."
Luo Yu said disdainfully.
He kicked number nine's body.
"Whoosh—"
"Crash!"
Number nine smashed directly into the far spectator seats, breaking through the structure and burying deep within the earth and rubble.
A complete silence fell over the venue.
The Slaughter King's face showed incredible disbelief.
Number nine could use Soul Power?
And still ended up beaten so badly?
This...
Just how strong is this kid?
Hulena was completely stunned.
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