The black light at his fist exploded against Nangong Wan's face like a miniature black sun.
That pitch-black flash devoured all the surrounding light, dimming the entire stretch of ruins for an instant.
The force of Black Flash's critical strike poured through Lu Ren's finger bones into Nangong Wan's skull. The brittle crack of breaking bone sounded especially piercing in the night.
His cheekbone caved in, his fangs shattered, and blood mixed with broken teeth sprayed from his mouth, tracing a dark red arc through the air.
Nangong Wan, who occupied the lofty positions of the Holy Spirit Cult's second elder and leader of the Xishui Alliance, had not even managed to activate his Martial Soul Avatar before he flew backward like a baseball struck with a full-force swing.
His body smashed through several ruined walls behind him, sending fragments of brick and stone raining down. He flew another hundred meters or more, demolishing countless dilapidated houses and dead trees along the way, before finally crashing into a pile of rubble and raising a skyful of dust.
Nangong Wan lay sprawled among the broken stones and let out a stifled howl of pain.
More than half his fangs had shattered. Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, staining his once-lavish robe red.
He raised a hand to touch his cheek. A large section of his cheekbone had caved in, and the bones beneath his skin had been punched into a web of cracks.
His eyes filled with utter horror and disbelief, his mind shaken to its core.
He and Masked Douluo were both Titled Douluos!
Masked Douluo was rank ninety-one, while Nangong Wan was somewhat stronger at rank ninety-three. Among Evil Soul Masters, a rank ninety-three Titled Douluo could contend with an ordinary rank ninety-five Super Douluo.
Yet despite