Du Yan was sent flying by Lanling’s sword, blood spurting wildly in mid-air.
This scene completely stunned everyone.
Ninian and Chieftain Constantine both abruptly stood up, staring at this scene in disbelief.
They knew Du Yan’s cultivation. Among the young generation of the Chimera Tribe, he could completely be called number one.
But no one’s shock could compare to Du Yan’s own. His heart was utterly terrified.
Hadn’t Lanling not even broken through to Demon Warrior? His strength was at most around thirteen hundred jin. Even with bloodline power critical strike, plus the boost of both hands, that was only around four thousand jin of strength.
But just now, Lanling’s strike had been over ten thousand jin of strength.
Where did Lanling get such powerful cultivation?
Instantly, Du Yan’s heart was almost horrified.
After staggering to the ground, he frantically waved his sword to prevent Lanling from taking the opportunity to sneak attack.
But Lanling stood over a dozen metres away, motionless.
So the scene looked somewhat comical, with Du Yan standing there wildly slashing his sword at the air.
Lanling smiled and said, “Brother Du Yan, you should untie the cloth strip covering your eyes.”
Du Yan was startled, instantly feeling incomparably humiliated.
Then, he gritted his teeth fiercely and ripped off the black cloth strip covering his eyes.
“Boo…” Instantly, many spectators let out hisses, beginning to jeer.
Hearing this in his ears, Du Yan felt incomparably wretched. He instinctively glanced towards Ninian.
Then his expression shook greatly.
Because Ninian’s gaze could almost be described as incomparably passionate. As if it were about to catch fire.
Even beyond just her gaze, her chest was heaving continuously. This posture was almost as if she had… reached climax.
Little did he know, the person in Ninian’s eyes was not him Du Yan at all, but another person.
However, in Du Yan’s heart, Ninian only loved him. Because she had personally said so several times.
He looked again towards Chieftain Constantine.
Constantine nodded, expressing encouragement.
Du Yan was immediately deeply encouraged, automatically blocking out the surrounding hisses. He sneered coldly at Lanling, “You truly are surprising. But it’s useless. How many times can you use bloodline power critical strike? You are still on the road to death.”
Taking a deep breath and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Du Yan’s gaze fixed tightly on Lanling.
Lanling said, “How about untying your bound right hand as well?”
“Not necessary…” Du Yan said fiercely, “Killing you, one hand is enough.”
Du Yan discovered that relying purely on his left hand’s strength would likely be difficult to kill Lanling. Then he must win with speed, not giving him a chance to block.
Using the fastest speed, pierce his heart, or his neck.
Taking a deep breath.
Du Yan abruptly arched his body, condensing all his strength, preparing for the fatal second strike!
He still did not plan to use bloodline power, because it was not yet necessary.
His body was completely like a cheetah, gradually arching.
Condensing, condensing, condensing.
Then… an abrupt explosion.
Du Yan was as fast as lightning, his greatsword fiercely stabbing towards Lanling’s heart.
On the surface, this move was a direct stab at Lanling’s heart, but midway it would quickly change, circling behind to stab into Lanling’s heart.
Of course, with Lanling’s heaven-defying spiritual power and brain, he almost instantly judged Du Yan’s intent.
Because any move left traces that could be followed. Through complex calculations, Du Yan’s true purpose could be completely deduced.
However, previously, even if he discovered Du Yan’s true intent it would have been useless. His speed was far inferior to Du Yan’s.
But now…
Although Lanling’s cultivation was four levels lower than Du Yan’s, Du Yan had currently bound his right hand for the sake of showing off, and was not using bloodline power.
So, once Lanling used bloodline power, his speed even exceeded Du Yan’s.
“Whoosh…” Du Yan charged before Lanling like lightning, then suddenly accelerated, his figure flashing, circling behind Lanling, fiercely stabbing towards his heart.
However, his speed was fast, but Lanling’s speed was faster.
Lanling rapidly turned in place, his sharp sword thrusting out.
“Clink…”
A crisp sound.
The two swords collided once more.
Only this time, it was sword tip against sword tip.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Lanling still used both hands, still used bloodline power critical strike.
Twelve thousand jin of strength, after being offset, still left eight thousand jin of strength passing through the treasured sword, abruptly surging into Du Yan’s left arm.
Instantly, another tearing pain.
Du Yan’s left arm skin cracked and bled inch by inch, many meridians also seeping blood.
And Du Yan’s body rapidly staggered backwards.
This time, he forcibly endured not spitting blood.
“Ah…”
The surrounding people exclaimed once more.
The first sword, Du Yan being sent flying and spitting blood, could still be called an accident.
The second sword, Du Yan was actually once again forced to stagger backwards.
Du Yan felt his entire left arm burning with fire, waves of numbness. He was a demon descendant, this level of injury was nothing. But wanting to use his left arm in the short term was already quite impossible. After all, he was not like Lanling, who could instantly recover from any injury. Once meridians were damaged, time was needed to recover.
Du Yan was truly incomparably horrified.
His second sword was not about strength at all, but about speed.
He had not expected that Lanling could still intercept. Why was his speed so fast?
Lanling stopped and said, “Brother Du Yan, how about untying your right hand?”
The moment these words were spoken, everyone burst into uproarious laughter.
Du Yan truly wished he could burrow into the ground. He was a man who valued face above life.
According to his thinking, he would rather die than untie his right hand.
But if he did not untie his right hand, he really might lose.
Compared to life, face counted for nothing, right?
Thus, amidst everyone’s roars of laughter, Du Yan untied the rope binding his right arm.
Instantly, both Constantine and Ninian could not bear to watch.
What was the point of all this?
Just now, for the sake of showing off, he had insisted on blindfolding his eyes and binding his right hand.
Now he was untying them one by one.
This, this was equivalent to eating back the shit he had pulled out, bite by bite.
“Boo…”
“Boo…”
The surrounding spectators jeered with all their might.
And in the eyes of the Foreign Legion brothers, Du Yan’s behaviour was practically no different from a clown.
“Du Yan, your face is not even as good as my arse.”
Many rough barbarian men directly pulled down their trousers, pointing their buttocks at Du Yan and slapping them frantically.
At first only one person did this, but later, a group of people pulled down their trousers, slapping their buttocks, mocking Du Yan.
Du Yan had never suffered such humiliation. He truly almost spat blood.
At the same time, he completely hated Lanling to the extreme. It was all because of him that he had received such disgrace.
“Lanling, I will show no more mercy.” Du Yan said coldly, then gripped his greatsword with his right hand.
Lanling raised his greatsword, gripping tightly with both hands, and said, “The previous two times, you attacked first. Now it’s my turn. Let me tell you what a bombardment of strength truly is!”
“Ah…”
Lanling abruptly let out a great roar.
Bloodline power violent surge!
Instantly, his entire person was like a cannonball, shooting towards Du Yan, instantly charging before him.
Then, gripping his greatsword with both hands, he madly hacked towards Du Yan.
“Clang, clang, clang…”
Every strike of Lanling’s was a terrifying bloodline power critical strike.
The heavy sword in his hand weighed over five hundred jin. Rather than calling it a heavy sword, it was more like an iron rod.
Every strike smashed down with over twelve thousand jin of strength.
Du Yan gritted his teeth and forcibly resisted, raising his sword to block!
Three swords, four swords, five swords…
Du Yan had originally thought that Lanling would use bloodline power critical strike to make a strong first impression, but after at most five or six strikes, his bloodline power would be exhausted.
However, Lanling’s bloodline power seemed inexhaustible.
Mad critical strikes, completely falling like raindrops.
Even after the previous defeat, Du Yan had many thoughts about this duel.
For example, using bloodline power critical strike to instantly kill Lanling.
For example, using the Qi Path to instantly kill Lanling!
But the Qi Path required distance, required catching the opponent off guard.
And bloodline power critical strike required gripping the sword with both hands to unleash maximum power.
But he, Du Yan, for the sake of showing off, had already injured his left arm.
A pure right arm strength critical strike was only around nine thousand jin, which could not cause fatal damage to Lanling.
The key point was that now Lanling’s critical strikes were falling like raindrops.
Mad critical strikes!
Without any flourish, just like the last time Lanling defeated the Berserker, gripping the sword with both hands, chopping straight down.
Only the speed was countless times faster.
At this moment, Lanling was chopping over a dozen strikes per second.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…”
So, this duel became incredibly direct.
If this were in the human kingdoms, this would be a boring duel.
But in the barbarian world, this was a blood-boiling duel, this was a splendid and dazzling battle, this was a true brave man’s duel.
A pure collision of strength.
This was what barbarians loved most.
Everyone watched with blood boiling.
Lanling’s greatsword grew faster and faster, faster and faster!
“Kill, kill, kill!”
At this point, he no longer needed to roar himself. The surrounding tens of thousands roared in unison, cheering for Lanling.
Damn Lanling, he did not even move half a step.
Just stood in place, gripping his sword with both hands, hacking frantically like a rainstorm.
If this move were given a name, it would be “Force Splitting Mount Hua”.
“Clang clang clang clang…”
Lanling madly chopped over a dozen strikes per second.
And Du Yan had to block over a dozen strikes per second.
He had to block, because Lanling’s speed was too fast. To preserve his life, he also had to stand in place motionlessly blocking, unable to change moves, unable to counterattack.
Because without bloodline power critical strike, his speed was not even as fast as Lanling’s. Once he changed moves or counterattacked, he would not be able to block Lanling’s “Force Splitting Mount Hua” strike, and would be hacked alive in half.
So at this moment, Du Yan was truly forced onto Liangshan Mountain alive, with no way out except desperately blocking.
He dared not use bloodline power critical strike, because for him, he only had four or five opportunities for bloodline power critical strike.
But his right arm strength was only four thousand five hundred jin, meaning every time he had to forcibly endure eight thousand jin of strength.
His right arm simply could not withstand such terrifying force attacks. He could only transfer and neutralise this force.
Thus, a bizarre scene appeared.
Du Yan grew shorter and shorter.
Not that his height changed, but he was being smashed into the ground alive by Lanling.
This duel arena was all dirt ground. Although sun-baked, it was very hard.
But it also could not withstand thousands of jin of force. Every strike Lanling smashed down, Du Yan’s feet sank one millimetre into the ground.
Lanling madly chopped over a dozen strikes per second, and Du Yan sank over one centimetre into the ground.
In just half a minute, Du Yan was smashed over a foot into the ground alive.
Seeing this magnificently splendid scene, the spectators’ blood truly boiled.
Even Constantine the Second cheered frantically.
So from the scene, it looked like Du Yan was a full foot shorter than Lanling.
When he discovered this point, he became even more ashamed and furious, completely losing his reason.
“Ah…” he let out a mad roar.
Gripping his sword with both hands, he used bloodline power critical strike.
“Ah… ah… ah… ah…”
Extremely precious bloodline power critical strikes, Du Yan unleashed four critical strikes in succession.
But unfortunately, after Lanling’s devastation, both his arms were injured. Even with bloodline power critical strike, he only had around thirteen to fourteen thousand jin of strength.
Lanling could completely neutralise this with ease.
However, Du Yan also took the opportunity to leap out from the pit over a foot deep.
But, the moment he just leapt out, his bloodline power critical strikes were exhausted.
Then…
Lanling let out a great roar.
Even more frantic bloodline power critical strikes.
Twelve thousand five hundred jin of force, madly chopping fifteen strikes per second.
His blood was practically boiling.
He had just devoured the blood power of a ten-thousand-jin Demon Tooth Tiger.
Growing fiercer the longer he fought.
Thus, Du Yan had just leapt out of the ground, and was once again smashed alive back into the pit.
The following battle was not merely blood-boiling, but magnificently splendid.
Lanling frantically critical struck.
Smashing Du Yan deeper and deeper into the ground.
Du Yan’s entire body sank two feet, three feet, four feet, five feet into the ground…
His entire body began to crack and bleed.
His internal organs could not withstand it, beginning to spit blood in waves.
“Kill!” Finally, Lanling let out a great roar.
Chopping down with maximum force.
The sword in Du Yan’s hand flew out.
And at this moment, Du Yan’s entire body had been smashed into the ground by Lanling, only his head exposed outside.
And his confidence, his courage, also seemed completely destroyed.
The sword in his hand was knocked flying. He first stared blankly, then boundless fear welled up.
“Kill him, kill him!” The surrounding barbarians roared frantically.
At this moment, Du Yan’s entire body was buried in the earth, only his raised arms and a head remaining, perfectly positioned for direct beheading.
This was a duel. The loser being beheaded was very normal.
Lanling looked at Du Yan with a complex gaze.
For this duel, Lanling had faced it like a great enemy, prepared for a difficult battle.
Even if he had broken through to tenth-level Demon Warrior, even if he could use bloodline power critical strike countless times, wanting to win against Du Yan was not that simple, and carried certain life risks.
After all, if Du Yan gripped his sword with both hands and used bloodline power critical strike, that force would be around eighteen thousand jin.
This force, although Lanling could withstand it, would also be very unpleasant, probably causing him to spit blood.
Moreover, Du Yan still had his most dangerous trump card, the traceless and shadowless Qi Path, striking from mid-air, even more impossible to guard against.
However, he had not expected that Du Yan would bring about his own death to this extent.
Because of his inner contempt for his opponent, he first blindfolded his eyes and bound his right arm, thereby injuring his left arm, rendering bloodline power critical strike useless.
Next, to preserve his life, he had to desperately block Lanling’s critical strikes at every moment, thereby being smashed alive into the ground.
And in his shame and anger, he wasted his precious four bloodline power critical strikes for nothing.
In short, Du Yan’s self-destructive contempt for his opponent turned a duel that should have been evenly matched into a one-sided crushing.
“Kill, kill, kill, kill…” Tens of thousands around roared frantically.