A Crushing Victory, Taking On Three Veteran Titled Douluo Head-On!
At the center of the pitch-black tornado, nine lights suddenly shone, as if an ancient, terrifyingly fierce and mysterious Soul Beast were about to poke its head out from the heart of the storm. They also resembled nine storm eyes suddenly awakening, shaking the minds of all who saw them. A single glance was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Storm Douluo loosely closed his right hand, and amid waves of sword cries, a streak of light shot from the center of the tornado and landed steadily in his grasp.
It was a seven-foot-long silver-white greatsword!
Nine emerald-green gems were embedded in its blade. The nine storm eyes that had lit up at the center of the tornado were those very gems.
This was Storm Douluo's Martial Soul, the Storm Greatsword, capable of slaying any powerful enemy.
Without any unnecessary movements, he immediately unleashed the Soul Skill Storm Slash. Gripping the greatsword with both hands, he slashed downward, and a surge of incomparably powerful Sword Qi flew from the Storm Greatsword. It was almost tangible, and the void trembled wherever it passed, as if it would suppress and slay everything in existence.
In that short span of time, the three had coordinated their attacks with remarkable understanding.
Demon Bear Douluo led the charge, while Storm Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo applied pressure from the sides.
Almost in an instant, Demon Bear Douluo reached Xu Feng's side.
His enormous fist was like a great star crashing down, threatening to engulf and crush Xu Feng. It was terrifying.
Xu Feng's ink-black hair flew about him, his hands behind his back and radiance flowing over his body. Even his brows, eyes, and the tips of his hair glowed. He looked composed and confident, utterly unruffled. Facing the combined assault of three Titled Douluo, he showed not the slightest panic, maintaining the bearing of a man who would not change expression even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.
Just as the fist was about to reach him, he moved.
Keeping one hand behind his back, he punched out with his right. Soul Power coated his fist, shining brightly.
Bang.
Demon Bear Douluo came fast and went just as fast.
After his fist clashed head-on with Xu Feng's, his entire body was sent flying backward.
Next came Ghost Leopard Douluo, but his extreme speed seemed like slow motion to Xu Feng. Xu Feng turned slightly to the side and dodged his attack.
He approached Ghost Leopard Douluo soundlessly, then kicked him in the back. By the time Ghost Leopard Douluo sensed someone approaching silently behind him, he was already airborne.
Xu Feng then formed a sword with the fingers of his right hand and pointed into the void. A burst of exceptionally domineering, powerful Sword Qi swept forth, like a true dragon emerging into the world, looking down on all beings with lofty disdain.
The Sword Qi carried an overwhelming force that crushed everything in its path. It obliterated Storm Slash, and before it dissipated, it even reached Storm Douluo, nearly cleaving the tornado behind him in two.
"Is that all?" Xu Feng looked over Storm Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, and Demon Bear Douluo and shook his head, seemingly a little disappointed.
Demon Bear Douluo had been sent flying by a single punch and crashed heavily onto the Soul Fighting platform. The intense pain in his body made him bare his teeth and grimace; he had already been reduced to something by the roadside.
Ghost Leopard Douluo's extreme speed had also failed him. After the kick to his back, he landed on the ground and slid backward, his face scraping against it.
Only his face finally brought him to a stop.
As for Storm Douluo, he was dumbstruck. He could sense that the storm tornado behind him was on the verge of dissipating beneath his opponent's Sword Qi. Hiss, did Xu Feng awaken a Sword Martial Soul too? he thought in shock.
His opponent had suppressed his level to 95, while he was at level 96.
Yet his opponent had used swordsmanship aptitude beyond all bounds to take him head-on—a veteran Titled Douluo who had immersed himself in the sword for decades!
The faintly disappointed expression on Xu Feng's face seemed to wound the pride of Storm Douluo, Demon Bear Douluo, and Ghost Leopard Douluo. Their faces flushed red with frustration, and they felt utterly humiliated.
They had confidently sworn they would defeat Xu Feng in an overwhelming fashion, but now Xu Feng had taken them all head-on.
"No, even if I lose, I can't lose in such a humiliating way!" Ghost Leopard Douluo said resentfully.
"After becoming a Titled Douluo, my blood grew cold. I no longer had the drive and ambition of my youth."
"Today, my blood has begun to boil again." Demon Bear Douluo stared fixedly at Xu Feng, wanting to use the blows Xu Feng dealt him to grow stronger. Under that immense humiliation, his hot blood had been rekindled.
"My decades of swordsmanship shall suppress all enemies!" Storm Douluo said confidently.
The three joined forces again. This time, they gave it their all, even activating their Martial Soul Avatars. Tornadoes ravaged the entire Soul Fighting Arena, ghostly figures became streaks of afterimages, and Demon Bear's true form was like a beast god descending upon the world.
They unleashed wave after wave of attacks, but Xu Feng neutralized them one by one. In a short time, the two sides had clashed hundreds of times, bringing forth all manner of dazzling Soul Skills and techniques. Even though the Soul Fighting platform was made of Secret Gold and was exceptionally solid and durable, cracks appeared under the terrifying attacks, and it even showed signs of collapse.
Demon Bear Douluo's fists were wounded to the bone, his chest had caved in, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose. He was in a sorry state, his breath growing weaker and weaker, as though he might faint from blood loss at any moment. The chest of the Blood Demon Berserk Bear behind him had been punched through, only half its head remained, and one shoulder was shattered.
Ghost Leopard Douluo was no better off. He was coughing up great mouthfuls of blood, and one of his arms was broken. His Martial Soul, the Black-Patterned Ghost Leopard, had lost the luster of its once silken fur, its eyes had grown dull, and its body was somewhat damaged.
The Storm Greatsword in Storm Douluo's hand had broken, and the nine gems embedded in it had cracked and lost their luster. He gripped the greatsword, his hair disheveled and his body drenched in blood. A closer look would reveal places where one could see straight through him.
He had been pierced through by Sword Qi.
Though the three were in a sorry state and gravely injured, their eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the blood in their bodies boiled. They had found a path to advancement.
After another few dozen clashes, the two sides separated. Storm Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, and Demon Bear Douluo could barely remain standing, as though they might collapse at any moment.
On the other side, Xu Feng stood in stark contrast to the three men's battered, miserable appearances.
Not only was there no blood on his robes, there was not even a speck of dust. He remained calm and composed, forceful and confident, his hands behind his back. His conviction was immensely strong, as though he would sweep aside every enemy.
At the edge of the Soul Fighting platform, the expressions of the many worshipers and elders, who had been ready to enjoy the spectacle, froze on their faces. They stared blankly, feeling as though someone had seized them by the throat, even their breathing stopping.
"Hiss!"
"What's going on?"
"At level 95, Xu Feng took on the combined might of level 96 Storm Douluo, level 95 Ghost Leopard Douluo, and level 95 Demon Bear Douluo head-on?!"
"Does it have to be this outrageous?"
"That's monstrous! He didn't just take them on head-on—he won by crushing them with overwhelming force!"
"I've never seen aptitude so far beyond all bounds!"
"I thought Xu Feng would lose, but he actually overturned the combined assault of three veteran Titled Douluo!"