Rumble!
A mountain range outside Mingdu was razed to the ground, the rising dust resembling a sandstorm.
After a little while, much of the dust dispersed.
Du Busi and Long Xiaoyao gradually came into view.
Everything that had happened was clearly the handiwork of the two Limit Douluos.
As the saying went.
Where there was smoke, there was no damage!
No matter the universe, that was an ironclad rule.
Du Busi hovered in midair with his hands clasped behind his back.
He gazed calmly at Long Xiaoyao.
After their fierce battle, aside from a little dirt on the hem of his clothes,
he was almost completely unscathed.
But when we took a closer look at Long Xiaoyao...
Hiss—!
The long-renowned Dragon Emperor Douluo was now a truly pitiful sight.
His prominent nose had been smashed flat, and blood covered his face.
His left arm was twisted at an odd angle, much of its flesh blasted away to expose stark white bone.
One of the Dragon Horns on his head had broken off.
He also had eighteen wounds where shrapnel had pierced his body.
Judging by the results so far, Long Xiaoyao had lost—and it was a fucking crushing defeat!
"Du Busi, when did you become so despicable?"
"You actually used Soul Tools in a duel between Soul Masters!"
"Utterly shameless!"
Long Xiaoyao was beside himself with rage.
As far as he had been concerned,
Du Busi had only just become a Limit Douluo and surely could not match him in combat.
Who could have expected that, just when he was brimming with confidence,
Du Busi would pull out three Level 9 Soul Tools?
One for offense, one for defense, and one for support.
Combined with his formidable strength as a Limit Douluo,
they had left Long Xiaoyao completely suppressed.
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