Diamond Mammoth? Dare Take My Eleventh Bullet, Marco Polo?

(Xiao Wu in a xianxia-style artwork)

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The twin guns in Marco Polo's hands spat fire,

and specially made Soul Power bullets poured down upon Hu Yan Zhen's massive body like a torrential storm.

Yet when those bullets struck the Diamond Mammoth defensive layer shimmering with metallic luster around Hu Yan Zhen,

they only sent up scattered sparks and rang out with sharp clinks, unable to leave even the faintest white mark.

Feeling the attacks that were little more than scratches, Hu Yan Zhen froze for a moment before bursting into thunderous laughter that echoed across the arena:

"HAHAHA! That's it? Kid, your attacks hurt less than mosquito bites!"

He even arrogantly crossed his arms over his chest, standing in the center of the arena like a true mountain,

allowing the bullets to rain over his body as he sneered disdainfully:

"Done scratching my itch? Is that all King's Hall can do? What a waste of this old man's time!"

Marco Polo turned a deaf ear to Hu Yan Zhen's mockery and continued moving at high speed,

his twin guns steadily firing bullets while the roguish smile on his face remained unchanged, as though he were doing something utterly trivial.

Seeing this, the various factions watching below had their anticipation and tension instantly replaced by deep disappointment and doubt.

"What's this supposed to be? Those attacks are practically giving Sect Master Hu Yan a massage!"

"So this is King's Hall's level? What a disappointment!"

"Looks like the top spot on the Heavenly Ranking has a lot of padding! He's all reputation and no substance!"

"If I'd known, I would've gone up first! A Divine Artifact for free!"

Inside the VIP room, Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, while Bone Douluo Gu Rong also looked puzzled,

but Xue Qinghe alone watched Marco Polo's seemingly meaningless attack trajectory with deep, focused eyes.

Hu Yan Zhen finally lost his patience. With an enraged roar, his huge body erupted with terrifying Soul Power fluctuations:

"Done scratching my itch? Now it's my turn!"

"Third Soul Skill! Crushing Strike!"

His mountain-like body suddenly leaped into the air with agility utterly mismatched to its size, and a vast shadow instantly enveloped Marco Polo!

A powerful Soul Power locking field descended, making it difficult for anyone caught within it to escape immediately,

followed by pure force capable of crushing refined iron into dust crashing down!

Yet at that critical instant, the crooked smile at Marco Polo's lips widened sharply:

"Second Soul Skill, Gun of Roaming!"

His figure blurred like a ghost, and in the next moment, he had appeared in another corner of the arena,

causing Hu Yan Zhen's supposedly unavoidable locking Soul Skill to miss!

The immense force smashed into the specially made arena with a muffled boom, yet the platform did not budge in the slightest.

"You slippery rat! All you know how to do is run?!"

Having missed his attack, Hu Yan Zhen became even more furious.

Marco Polo did not answer. He raised his twin guns again, his eyes turning sharp:

"First Soul Skill! Pistolero!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" A series of even swifter bullets, carrying a strange rhythm, shot toward Hu Yan Zhen once more.

Hu Yan Zhen snorted disdainfully at the sight,

still neither dodging nor evading, prepared to take them head-on with his indestructible diamond defense.

He believed that even if such harmless attacks came another hundred times, the result would be the same!

But this time, a sudden change occurred!

The seemingly ordinary bullets, the instant they touched the diamond defensive layer on Hu Yan Zhen's body,

were not deflected as before. Instead, they seemed to ignore that hard exterior entirely,

and an incomparably sharp pain that pierced straight into his bones and organs erupted from the places where he had been hit!

"Urgh!"

Caught completely off guard, Hu Yan Zhen let out a pained grunt,

his eyes flying wide open, filled with incredulous horror!

"How is that possible?!!"

He instinctively reached for the source of the pain. There was not a single external wound there, yet the piercing agony was unmistakably real!

How many years had it been since he had felt pain capable of penetrating his absolute defense?!

The entire audience was also stunned by this sudden reversal. No one could understand the scene before them.

"Wh... what happened?"

"Sect Master Hu Yan seems to... be injured?"

"Impossible! How could the Diamond Mammoth's defense be broken by a Soul Douluo?!"

This was precisely the terrifying trait of Marco Polo's Martial Soul, the Gun of Far Travel—[Chain Reaction]!

As long as an opponent was hit by his bullets ten times in a row and the mark was triggered, all his subsequent attacks would turn into true damage that ignored all physical and energy defenses!

No matter how high your defense was, before him, it was no different from nothing!

Hu Yan Zhen's eyes nearly split with rage. The immense humiliation and agonizing pain drove him completely mad:

"Damn it! I'll tear you apart!"

"Seventh Soul Skill! Martial Soul Avatar!"

A phantom of a Diamond Mammoth beast as immense as a mountain condensed behind him. His body expanded once more, and his aura became incomparably Berserk!

"Eighth Soul Skill, Infinite Diamonds!"

This was Hu Yan Zhen's ultimate trump card!

Boundless diamond energy surged forth, forming a crystalline diamond barrier before him that radiated an aura of absolute solidity,

while countless razor-sharp diamond spikes condensed and crushed toward Marco Polo like a flood!

Even an ordinary Titled Douluo would find it difficult to break through this barrier!

Faced with this terrifying attack, enough to crush an ordinary Soul Douluo,

Marco Polo still showed no sign of panic. Instead, his face held an intoxication resembling that of an artist in the middle of a performance:

"Sixth Soul Skill! Frenzied Barrage!"

His figure vanished like a ghost once more, but he did not retreat.

Instead, at an inconceivable angle and speed, he flashed forward to a position extremely close to the gigantic Hu Yan Zhen!

"High risk, high reward!" he said with a light laugh.

A cruel glint flashed through Hu Yan Zhen's eyes. "Courting death!"

Yet Marco Polo's body began spinning at high speed, and the twin guns in his hands turned with him into two storms of death!

Countless Soul Power bullets imbued with true damage, like a blazing metal tempest,

were crazily unleashed upon Hu Yan Zhen's huge body and diamond barrier from such close range!

"Pfft pfft pfft pfft—!"

This time, the diamond barrier was effortlessly pierced like paper!

The absolute defense capable of withstanding attacks from a Titled Douluo lost all meaning before true damage!

"N-No, impossible!!!"

Hu Yan Zhen let out a desperate, agonized howl. The excruciating pain brought by true damage instantly swept through his entire body, as though his organs had all been shredded by bullets!

"Blech—!"

He suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. His massive Martial Soul Avatar instantly collapsed,

and his entire body crashed to the ground as though every ounce of strength had been drained from him, kicking up a cloud of dust as he lost consciousness completely.

On the arena, Marco Polo elegantly stopped spinning, twirled his twin guns in a beautiful flourish at his fingertips, and then put them away.

He gave a slight bow toward the VIP stands on all sides, the smile beneath his hat brim still relaxed and carefree:

"War is performance art~"

The entire venue fell deathly silent!

Everyone was so stunned by the shocking reversal and utterly crushing conclusion that they could not utter a word!

In Spirit Hall's VIP room, Hu Liena abruptly rose from her seat, her exquisite face filled with unprecedented shock: