Chương 632: Chapter 628: Hulena was shocked, another peep and I'll smash you with a punch!_1
Slaughter Arena was eerily quiet at this moment.
Completely shocked by Luo Yu's maneuvers.
Tens of thousands of spectators couldn't believe their eyes as they watched the Black Armored Knight being smashed into the ruins.
This was a well-known powerful warrior in the history of Slaughter City.
Not only had he accomplished a hundred consecutive victories, but he was also a powerful Titled Douluo.
In the outside world, he could easily crush the Lower Four Sects and sit on par with the Sect Masters of the upper three families.
Yet he was defeated so cleanly and neatly?
Defeated by a youth who couldn't use Soul Power?
No one would think that the Black Armored Knight had gone easy, after all, they weren't blind.
The Black Armored Knight had already released his Martial Soul True Body and had even activated his strongest ninth soul skill.
However, he was unable to withstand even a single blow in front of this youth and was thoroughly defeated.
All the spectators turned their gazes in unison, focusing on Luo Yu, feeling that the man at this moment was so dazzling and eye-catching.
There was no air of pretense about him at all.
Yet he inspired awe, and he seemed unattainably high.
"Terrifying, this is too terrifying,"
someone murmured under their breath, unable to help exclaiming in amazement.
"To defeat a Titled Douluo under the restriction of Soul Power, what level would his strength reach if he weren't restricted?"
"It is simply unimaginable, where on earth did such a monster come from?"
"These two words, 'monster,' don't even seem to do him justice. History has never heard of a young person being able to crush a Titled Douluo without using Soul Power."
"Hiss—"
Suddenly, someone's eyes lit up as if they had discovered a new continent.
"I get it now. We've all been blinded by his youthful appearance; he must actually be an old monster."
"How else can one explain such immense strength at such a young age?"
"Right, right, right!" Upon hearing this, the crowd revealed sudden enlightenment, chiming in agreement.
The spectators seemed to have found a reasonable explanation and felt a bit more at ease.
But Hulena couldn't calm her shock for a long time.
While others thought Luo Yu was an old monster, she knew very well he wasn't.
She knew exactly when the man had awakened his Martial Soul.
"Brother Yu… How could Brother Yu's strength have increased so rapidly."
"Without activating his Martial Soul, he thrashed a Titled Douluo?"
"And the Titled Douluo who was killed in a second after fighting a hundred consecutive battles."
"My heavens!"
Hulena covered her cherry lips with her delicate hands, looking at Luo Yu with a feeling of being slightly dizzy.
The man's strength had already exceeded her imagination.
Bi Bidong and Bossi, standing aside, appeared extremely calm, with faint smiles on their lips.
They exuded a silent trust in the man's strength.
The most shocked was the Slaughter King, who was extremely bewildered and had already stood up from his throne in the air.
His sanguine pupils dilated, disbelievingly staring at Luo Yu below.
Gan Jiang was his capable lieutenant.
Brainwashed and cultivated by his hand, it had taken a great deal of effort.
The Slaughter King knew perfectly well what Gan Jiang's strength was.
The young man below had defeated Gan Jiang in one fell swoop without using Soul Power, and the Slaughter King understood the implications better than anyone else.
"How is this possible."
"When did such a powerful warrior appear in Soul Land?"
"No, this can't be right."
The Slaughter King fell into a state of self-denial, shaking his head repeatedly.
He absolutely refused to believe that Soul Land could have such a young peak powerhouse.
Even if the most powerful force, Martial Soul Hall, made an all-out effort to train someone.
They could never cultivate such a terrifyingly young and strong warrior.
When he heard the speculation of "old monster" from the spectator stands, the Slaughter King's eyes narrowed slightly.
Shooting out a sharp and cold light, he stared down from above.
"9567, it seems that I truly underestimated you."
"Speak, who exactly are you!"
Luo Yu lifted his gaze for a glance.
He smiled.
Without responding, he slowly extended his arm, gesturing towards the sky with a hooked finger.
Murmurs of confusion spread through the audience.
"What does this mean?"
Someone spat out in frustration.
"Damn, are you stupid? Can't you see what it means? He's clearly calling the Slaughter King down for a couple of rounds."
Instantly, the spectator seats boiled with excitement.
Throughout the long history since the founding of Slaughter City, no one had ever heard of someone daring to challenge the Slaughter King.
They couldn't believe they were about to witness it with their own eyes.
Excitement surged through them.
Had it been anyone else challenging the Slaughter King, they would be sure that person was as good as dead.
They wouldn't have enough lives to withstand a mere finger crush from the Slaughter King.
Yet, it was different with Luo Yu, who had repeatedly forged miracles; they felt that he might actually stand a chance of knocking the Slaughter King off his pedestal.
The Slaughter King looked down on Luo Yu.
"You defeated a Titled Douluo, and now you have the confidence to challenge me?"
Luo Yu said indifferently, "To me, you and the one who fell before are no different."
"Arrogant!"
The Slaughter King bellowed, changing the color of the sky and earth.
Blood-red thunder sliced through the dark sky as a bloody, frenzied wind swept across the arena.
An overwhelming aura burst forth from him.
Nine Soul Rings appeared.
Unlike the Number Nine before him, the Soul Rings of the Slaughter King were more splendid, and their might surpassed Number Nine's by hundreds of times.
All the spectators crouched and shivered in their seats.
They didn't dare to look directly at the Slaughter King.
For the current Slaughter King was too terrifying, like a bloodthirsty demon god.
The powerful Number Nine seemed like a mere infant in his presence: tiny and fragile.
The Slaughter King said with a cold smile:
"Have you seen my true strength now?"
"Let's not even mention your current inability to use Soul Power."
"Even if you could use it, so what?"
"My strength has reached the zenith of the mortal plane. Taking you down, a person who can't control Soul Power, would be effortlessly simple, like reaching into a bag to take something."
The rolling aura of the Slaughter King swept across the entire arena.
Tens of thousands of spectators were terrified, their eyelids twitching.
Initially rooting for Luo Yu, witnessing the Slaughter King's terrifying strength, they immediately realized how laughable their previous thoughts had been.
What could Luo Yu possibly use to win against such a fearsome opponent?
He had no chance of victory.
The Slaughter King taunted, "Scared now, kid? Lost your tongue?"
"If you don't want to die, I can be magnanimous again and give you another chance."
"That would be to allow me to plant a slave mark in your brain and have you submit under my command."
Luo Yu casually cleaned out his ear.
He glanced at the Slaughter King with impatience.
"All this chirping. If I didn't know that you weren't Tang Chen himself, I'd punch you out right now."
Upon hearing this, the Slaughter King's complexion changed dramatically.
His voice became shrill.
"What... what did you say?"
"What Tang Chen, what are you talking about?"
Luo Yu laughed, "What's the matter, putting on an act with me here?"
"What I'm talking about, no one knows better than you."
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