As Lanling walked toward the centre of the battlefield, everyone was stunned.
It was actually such a person with a face like a jade crown, not half a scar on his body, more beautiful than a woman.
The Wild Horse tribe chief laughed loudly and said: “Konstantin, how could you be so careless, actually pushing your male favourite out to die.”
Then, the Wild Horse tribesmen behind him also jeered: “Chief Konstantin, if you do not want this beauty anymore, do not waste him. Give him to me.”
“Could it be that this male favourite of yours slept with your wife and cuckolded you, so you want to kill him!”
Amidst the crowd’s laughter, Lanling walked to the centre of the battlefield.
And Suo Mo painfully closed his eyes!
Things had actually deteriorated so drastically. Konstantin was actually so malicious.
He had merely revealed the thought of handing the foreign army to Lanling, and Konstantin wanted to directly put him to death.
And what pained him the most was Du Yan. For the sake of power and influence, he actually fanned the flames to harm Lanling.
It seemed Dina was not wrong. This person was truly a wolf-hearted, dog-lunged scoundrel.
Now what should he do?
Watch helplessly as Lanling went to his death?
At this time, although Lanling was a seventh-level warrior, it was truly as everyone else said. He had only experienced weighted training, almost no actual combat experience whatsoever.
Not to mention the opponent was a demon warrior, and moreover a berserker, a berserker impervious to swords and spears.
One could put it this way. Even a three-star demon warrior might not be this berserker’s match, let alone Lanling, a mere seventh-level warrior, and moreover a seventh-level warrior who had not undergone sword training or actual combat training.
So, not only in the hearts of all the foreign army, in the hearts of all the people of Konstantin’s tribe, but even Suo Mo felt that Lanling was certain to die in this battle.
Just watch helplessly as Lanling went to his death?
No, absolutely not!
Suo Mo opened his eyes, gathering all his strength, beginning to prepare!
He was going to save Lanling!
Interfering in a pre-battle duel was a great crime. One might be beheaded for it. It was defying the will of all under heaven.
But Suo Mo absolutely could not watch helplessly as Lanling died. He had to act!
Not far away, Konstantin’s gaze focused, and he sneered coldly: “Suo Mo, hurry up and act. If you dare to interfere and obstruct the pre-battle duel, I can righteously kill you!”
Konstantin had made the best calculations.
Lanling dueling with the berserker, he was certain to die.
Suo Mo, in order to save his nephew, would defy the will of all under heaven to rescue him, bearing a heaven-defying crime.
Konstantin would temporarily spare him and Lanling, but he would detain Lanling, then force Suo Mo to fight desperately in this great battle.
After the great battle ended, Konstantin would then behead Lanling, strip Suo Mo of his position, and let Du Yan command the foreign army.
So this was completely a strategy that killed three birds with one stone.
Killing this pretty boy Lanling, righteously suppressing Suo Mo’s prestige, and letting Du Yan rise to power.
…
That berserker saw Lanling’s face, then immediately stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, saying hoarsely: “Tenderer than a woman’s backside. After I kill you in a moment, I will definitely chop you into meat chunks and take you back to braise. I myself will eat a whole big plate, hahaha…”
The berserker laughed madly, then scraped the sharp blade across his own chest, producing waves of hair-raising metallic friction sounds, sparks flying.
His entire body’s surface was embedded with dense metal granules, like impervious scales.
Lanling drew his iron sword!
That’s right, merely two ordinary iron swords, heavy swords of over a hundred jin.
In the human kingdoms, although he rarely made a move, he possessed countless treasured swords.
From gem-encrusted golden treasured swords, to platinum swords, dark gold swords, and even dragon gold swords.
And here, there was merely one iron sword. The other one was even borrowed.
The berserker suddenly arched his body. The scimitar in his hand spun. His two eyes stared at Lanling like a wolf, flickering with blood-red light.
“Dang!”
The bell suddenly rang!
Battle commenced!
That berserker suddenly transformed into a gust of wind, charging toward Lanling!
His speed was incomparably fast!
He was not merely strength-type. Looking at his vigorous body, he was also speed-type!
In almost an instant, this berserker charged before Lanling.
Then…
Twin blades wildly chopping, wildly hacking…
“Shua shua shua shua shua…”
His body rapidly revolved around Lanling. The twin blades in his hands were dazzling to the eyes. In a short minute, he slashed over two hundred blows toward Lanling.
Incomparably fierce, incomparably terrifying.
Every blow madly chopped at Lanling’s body.
And that pretty pretty boy Lanling, his figure was already no longer visible!
Everyone thought in their hearts: The pretty boy is already dead, being dismembered!
And when that berserker charged over, Suo Mo had already prepared to act, a concealed weapon in his hand.
But immediately following, his eyes suddenly widened, staring incredulously at everything before him.
That berserker, holding twin blades, madly chopped at Lanling. His speed was fast, his power fierce. It looked as if he was about to dismember Lanling.
And Lanling stood motionless, yet effortlessly blocked every attack from that berserker.
His technique was very simple, merely the most direct sword parry, without any flourish.
But no matter how fast the opponent’s speed, no matter how fierce his techniques, Lanling could effortlessly parry.
So, that berserker madly chopped over two hundred blows, and Lanling parried over two hundred blows.
Why was this so?
Of course, it was because of Lanling’s heaven-defying spiritual force!
Although this berserker’s movements were very fast, under Lanling’s spiritual force, he could effortlessly slow his movements by ten times, twenty times. He could effortlessly calculate where the enemy’s blade would slash, then parry in advance.
So, although Lanling’s speed was inferior to this berserker’s, he could still effortlessly block.
As for power!
This berserker’s physical arm strength was approximately around one thousand three hundred jin.
And Lanling’s arm strength was around nine hundred jin. The gap between the two was very large. Originally, it would be very difficult to resist!
But…
Once Lanling used bloodline power, his strength directly multiplied through critical strikes, becoming one thousand eight hundred jin. Of course he could effortlessly resist.
Of course, this berserker before him could also use bloodline power critical strikes, his arm strength instantly multiplying to two thousand six hundred jin.
But, whether in the human kingdoms or among the demon race, the opportunities for bloodline power critical strikes were limited, only three to five times a day.
And Lanling, who knew how many times he could critically strike.
Previously, when he had the Demon Star, however much energy the Demon Star devoured, that was how many times he could critically strike.
And now, Lanling possessed the Golden Bloodline, the Golden Demon Body. So the energy within his body was like a bottomless pit. As long as he squeezed, there would always be more.
So, Lanling could effortlessly continuously critical strike!
Thus, Lanling effortlessly blocked the berserker’s over two hundred blows.
…
After the first wave of mad attacks ended, the berserker rapidly retreated.
Originally, toward Lanling, he was incomparably contemptuous. But now his gaze became grave.
And everyone also saw that Lanling was actually unharmed.
How was this possible?
After that berserker’s mad assault just now, Lanling was actually unharmed.
Everyone was stunned. Could it be that the berserker, seeing Lanling’s handsome looks, took pity on him?
And this berserker also sensed Lanling’s extraordinary nature, putting away all his contempt. He suddenly arched his waist, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty light.
“A true man does not reveal his true form.” The berserker sneered coldly: “You are indeed not as simple as you appear. However… you are still dead for certain!”
Lanling clearly sensed that the bloodthirsty light in the opponent’s eyes grew increasingly thick. His body arched increasingly low, like a beast about to charge out at any moment.
Not only that, his lean body actually began to swell.
Lanling knew he was about to use bloodline power critical strikes.
Once he critically struck, this berserker’s arm strength would exceed two thousand six hundred jin.
At this time, Lanling could use the spiritual body condensation technique.
But, after slightly releasing his spiritual force, he discovered he could not use it.
The berserker’s helmet seemed to contain some kind of mysterious metal that could shield spiritual force waves.
But even so, Lanling could still use spiritual force attacks, penetrating through the enemy’s eyes.
But he did not want to do this. What he lacked was actual combat.
He wanted to hard resist the opponent’s three critical strikes! Moreover, among the barbarians, only power could conquer people’s hearts.
…
The berserker’s bloodline power critical strikes began. His strength doubled.
Lanling’s true trial had arrived.
“Ahh…”
The berserker suddenly let out an explosive roar, like thunder.
His eyes instantly turned blood red.
His entire body charged like lightning. The twin blades in his hands fiercely slashed toward Lanling with incomparable ferocity.
Bloodline power critical strike!
Every blow possessed a full two thousand six hundred jin of power.
This bloodline power critical strike, everyone saw it clearly.
Everyone was waiting for Lanling’s flesh and blood to fly, for him to be dismembered.
Lanling suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted!
Activating bloodline power, he suddenly raised his sword to parry!
“Dang!”
The berserker’s first round of bloodline power critical strike.
Two thousand six hundred jin, versus Lanling’s one thousand eight hundred jin.
The confrontation between power and power. After the two forces cancelled each other out, the remaining one thousand six hundred jin of power suddenly surged into Lanling’s arms.
Each arm had to endure eight hundred jin of power attack.
Lanling only felt his body suddenly shake, then his arms went numb. His arms felt a tearing pain.
But it was only for an instant. Very quickly, he completely healed.
“Dang!”
“Dang!”
“Dang!”
“Dang!”
This berserker’s mad bloodline power critical strikes, a mad five-slash combo!
Every slash, every blow was two thousand six hundred jin!
Lanling gritted his teeth and received every blow. The consequence was merely the skin of his arms bursting open, skin cracking, fresh blood overflowing.
If it were anyone else, by the time they received the second blow, both arms would already be crippled. The third blow would have their head chopped off. The fifth blow would have them dismembered.
But Lanling possessed the Golden Bloodline. Damage of this level was completely healed in an instant.
And his Golden Demon Body, enduring nearly a thousand jin of power, was also basically unharmed!
After the mad five-slash combo of critical strikes, Lanling was still unharmed!
“How is this possible? How is this possible?” The berserker shrieked: “How can you still not be dead? How can you block my bloodline power critical strikes?”
And everyone present saw it clearly.
It was not the berserker taking pity on him. Lanling had truly, alive and well, blocked his five-slash combo of critical strikes.
…
Lanling revealed a cold smile and said: “Your attacks have ended? Then it is my turn!”
He had already decided. He would not use spiritual force. He would directly use power critical strikes!
He did not charge up. He walked up.
With a violent shout, Lanling’s twin swords suddenly slashed down.
Every sword was a bloodline power critical strike. Every sword’s power exceeded one thousand eight hundred jin.
“Bao!”
“Bao!”
“Bao!”
Lanling’s sword madly slashed.
His speed was not fast. His techniques were not flashy.
He only used one move, continuously straight chopping!
From beginning to end, only one move!
The people in the entire field were completely boiling over!
This was precisely what they wanted to see, a direct power confrontation.
Barbarians did not like dazzling techniques. The only thing they liked was power and speed!
Especially power, which they worshipped innately!
Lanling shouted again and again, advanced step by step. The twin swords in his hands continuously slashed down.
Forever only one move!
Without any flourish, just directly chopping down.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Ten swords, twenty swords, thirty swords, forty swords…
Every sword of Lanling’s was one thousand eight hundred jin.
And every parry of the berserker’s was one thousand three hundred jin, because his bloodline power burst was used up. He could only use physical power.
After mutual cancellation, each of his two arms had to endure five hundred jin of power attack every time.
His body was very strong. He could resist five hundred jin.
But, after ten times, his footsteps began to stagger, retreating!
Thus, an incomparably blood-boiling scene appeared on the battlefield.
Pretty boy Lanling shouted again and again, slashing sword after sword.
And the powerful berserker, retreated step by step.
At the thirtieth sword, this berserker could no longer support himself.
“Dang…” The twin blades in his hands were directly knocked flying.
Then, he used his arms to block. After all, his entire body was covered in metal scales, virtually impervious to swords and spears.
At the thirty-fifth sword, he was directly struck down to the ground, beginning to crawl away in escape.
Lanling was not in a hurry to pursue. He walked slowly like this, step by step pressing close, sword after sword chopping.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Everyone in the entire field watched with boiling blood.
This was a true power duel. No techniques, no flourishes, not even speed.
The only thing present was power!
The crushing and conquering of power, the barbarians’ favourite.
With every sword chopped down, Lanling’s weight in the foreign army increased by one point.
And the label of selling his backside that Konstantin had once tried to pin on Lanling, at this moment also vanished like smoke.
“Bao, bao, bao!”
“Kill, kill, kill!”
Amidst the fervent shouts of the entire field, Lanling slashed over a hundred swords toward this berserker!
This berserker, his body’s surface still showed no damage, showing how astonishing the metal scales on his skin were.
But his bones, his internal organs, had long since become meat paste.
His entire person had been crushed and ground into a meat patty stuck to the ground by Lanling’s power, deader than dead.
After chopping one hundred and fifty swords!
“Dang…” Lanling’s iron sword suddenly shattered.
Lanling tossed away the broken sword and said toward Konstantin: “Chief, Lanling of the foreign army, honoured not to fail my mission, beheading one enemy general!”
“Long live, long live, long live!”