Federation's Fastest Limit Douluo

Yin Hongye watched Long Yeyue attack, watched Four-Word Battle Armor cover her entire body, the black-and-gold armor gleaming with a cold light beneath the killing intent that stained the sky red.

Her figure was like a bolt of lightning tearing through the darkness. A vortex of intertwined light and darkness coiled around her fist, and space trembled wherever she passed, letting out sharp cracks like shattering glass.

This punch contained two hundred years of her cultivation. Let's see how Yin Hongye blocked it.

Yin Hongye stood where he was, the glow of his eighth Soul Ring flowing beneath his feet like circulating blood.

When Long Yeyue's fist was only three inches from his nose, she returned to her original position.

It was as though time had been taken away.

Her fist remained in its striking pose, and her Yin-Yang Vastness armor still hummed, but she was already standing where she had been three seconds earlier, as if someone had hit rewind and forcibly shoved her back into her previous position.

The attack naturally missed.

Long Yeyue froze for an instant. Was this a spatial ability? But she was a Limit Douluo—why had she not sensed any spatial fluctuations?

Yun Ming also stared blankly at the technique. This seemed to be time...

When he had attacked the Spirit Pagoda headquarters two years ago, why hadn't he used it? Had there simply been no need?

Unwilling to accept this, Long Yeyue charged again. Her fist tore through the air, the light-dark vortex spinning around her fingertips, but she saw Yin Hongye's eighth Soul Ring light up again.

The cooldown was actually this short?!

Then she returned to her original position again.

Long Yeyue stopped, her chest heaving violently. "You—"

"What do you mean, 'you'? I've already indulged you for two moves. Now it's my turn to attack!" Yin Hongye said, gripping his spear and charging forward.

Long Yeyue felt her Martial Soul being suppressed. She had not expected to be suppressed so severely even while wearing Battle Armor.

Her two Martial Souls, the Light Holy Dragon and Dark Holy Dragon, roared within the vortex of Soul Power. She tried to circulate her Soul Power, but her meridians felt as though they had been filled with lead, leaving her unable to unleash her full strength.

Yin Hongye's spear arrived in an instant, without any Soul Skill enhancement.

Long Yeyue raised her hand to block. Dragon scales emerged, but they shattered the instant they formed, dissolving into motes of light.

She crossed her arms before her chest, while her Martial Souls let out anguished cries under the unbearable strain.

Long Yeyue retreated three steps, each step stomping a deep crater into the ground. It was clear just how powerful Yin Hongye's suppression was.

"Light-Dark Douluo, you Limit Douluo really don't live up to your title!" Yin Hongye felt that Long Yeyue's strength was far too watered down.

Long Yeyue clenched her teeth, a metallic sweetness rising in her throat. She activated her Martial Souls again, but the dragon roars had turned into whimpers.

No one wanted to leave.

The next moment, a blood-red ribbon descended from the void. Formed from pure killing intent, it resembled a nimble snake as it wrapped around Long Yeyue's waist.

The ribbon tightened and dragged her before Yin Hongye.

The spear shaft swept sideways and struck her chest. Long Yeyue flew away like a kite with its string cut, but the blood ribbon snapped back and yanked her back again.

"You—"

The spear shaft struck her again.

"No—"

Long Yeyue crashed heavily to the ground, terror showing in her eyes. She was wearing Four-Word Battle Armor—so who exactly was the Limit Douluo here?!

Outside the Heavenly Screen, Yu Xiaogang watched the disgraceful scene and roared, "What kind of useless trash is that old hag? Isn't she rank ninety-nine? How can a Light Holy Dragon Martial Soul lose to a Super Douluo with a plant Martial Soul?!"

Flender said, "Xiaogang, perhaps she's simply getting old and can't keep up anymore!"

"Flender, that's a dragon! A dragon!" Yu Xiaogang turned toward Flender, jabbing a finger at the Heavenly Screen. "A Light Holy Dragon! Do you know how powerful that is?! And yet she's being suppressed by a Super Douluo!"

Flender opened his mouth but made no sound. He truly could not imagine a dragon at the top of the food chain being suppressed.

Yu Xiaogang's voice rose another notch. "Dragon-type Martial Souls stand at the top of the food chain. How could they possibly be weaker than plant Martial Souls? Did that old woman cultivate herself into a dog's stomach?!"

Liu Erlong stood beside him without saying anything.

Yu Xiaogang continued cursing. "How did such useless old trash get into my Shrek Academy?!"

"My Shrek Academy! The future number one academy on Douluo Continent! How did it teach such a piece of trash?!"

His finger waved through the air, but the next moment, the scene within the Heavenly Screen left him speechless.

Within the Heavenly Screen, after Long Yeyue was sent flying again and again, she made a new move.

But this time, she was not counterattacking. She was fleeing. The killing intent slowly seeping from Yin Hongye made Long Yeyue's Martial Souls feel fear.

The fear of her Martial Souls affected her as well.

She sprang up from the ground, moving at an outrageous speed like a cannonball fired from its barrel. In the blink of an eye, she crossed half the arena and headed for Sea God Island of Shrek Academy.

Even agility-type Limit Douluos would have fallen silent at that speed.

Yin Hongye froze for a moment. Was this the fastest Limit Douluo on Douluo Continent?

"Running? Who runs away from a fight?!"

Two Wind-Fire Wheels rolled out of the void beneath his feet. Their bodies were crimson-gold, their edges burning with blood-red flames like two compressed suns.

He stepped onto them, and the Wind-Fire Wheels hummed as two charred tracks were burned into the ground.

Then he transformed into a streak of light and gave chase.

His speed was equally astonishing, like an arrow loosed from a bow, like a bolt of lightning.

Long Yeyue's figure ahead grew smaller and smaller, yet Yin Hongye drew ever closer.

"Old hag, what are you running for?" Yin Hongye's voice chased after her from behind, carrying a hint of mockery. "Didn't you say you were going to teach me a lesson?"

Long Yeyue did not look back. There was only one thought in her mind: escape.

"If you keep running," Yin Hongye's voice drew closer again, "I'll burn down the Golden Ancient Tree of your Shrek Academy."

On the other side, Yun Ming and the others caught up.

Mu Hongchen was the last to leave. The juniors from Sun Moon Imperial Academy stared at him eagerly from behind. "Boss, I can't fly. Take me with you."

He sighed and took a strange Soul Tool from his storage Soul Tool.

"Let's go together!"

Before the juniors could react, their bodies soared into the sky as if riding clouds and mist. Only then did they realize they were wrapped in a layer of golden light, floating behind Mu Hongchen.

Two enormous golden wings of light, each ten meters wide, flapped gently. Every beat stirred a gust that tore open the clouds.

This was the upgraded version of the Flying Soul Tool made by Jing Hongchen ten thousand years ago. Its defensive power rivaled that of a Titled Douluo. As for its speed, that was its weakness, though it was still much faster than a Soul Sage.

Qian Renxue stood inside the Soul Tool, feeling surprised. She looked down at the flowing golden light beneath her feet, then raised her gaze into the distance.

As the Flying Soul Tool continued forward, her eyes fixed on something.

A white figure hovered in midair, his trench coat snapping in the wind. He held a snow-white spear, its tip pressed against the tip of another spear.

The two spears crossed in the air.

This was the Federation's number one person on the continent.

"Yin Hongye," Yun Ming shouted, "enough. Shrek Academy is not something you can provoke whenever you please."

"You're kidding me. He actually blocked that so easily."

Yin Hongye tilted his head, pushing his spear tip another inch forward, but Yun Ming's spear did not budge at all.

"Sky-Cleaving Douluo, the Light-Dark Douluo attacked first." Yin Hongye smiled faintly. "Are you planning to stop me too?"

"They cannot defeat you," Yun Ming said, "but that does not mean you can keep fighting without end."

"So?"

"So I'm here to stop you!" Yun Ming's spear trembled, and a force traveled down the shaft, knocking Yin Hongye's spear tip aside.

Yin Hongye took half a step back, the Wind-Fire Wheels humming beneath his feet. He lowered his head to glance at his spear, a trace of blood-red light shining in his eyes.

"A Quasi-God. That's a bit troublesome." He would not let Long Yeyue off so easily. He might not be Yun Ming's match, but he would certainly make Shrek Academy suffer a heavy loss.

In the future, whenever he encountered someone from Shrek Academy, did they really think he was easy to bully?