1581 Double Strike, Backboard Version!
“What’s going on!? Traveling Buddha had clearly punched a hole through the Second Son of the Flame Soul’s head! Why is that guy still alive?”
“That’s right. Logically, with that sort of severe wound, even if it can’t annihilate the demon dragon, it should at least make his battle power drastically fall, forcing him to retreat from the battlefield!”
“It’s like the Second Son wasn’t injured! The black energy surrounding him is continuing to increase! Xia Fan and Traveling Buddha are in big trouble!”
The battle in the valley was being transmitted back to Subduing Demon City through a surveillance crystal, where it set off an uproar.
The Second Son of the Flame Soul was displaying a combat power far above his level. When Traveling Buddha’s golden light shot had accurately punched a hole through the demon dragon’s head, the city lords and teachers instantly cheered, feeling like the Second Son would have to run. After all, the brain being damaged was a grave wound, like a warrior losing two arms. How was a warrior supposed to fight after that? Running was clearly the wiser choice.
But the Second Son had let out a frenzied roar, and the black energy around him had swelled as if he hadn’t been injured, his demon power instantly soaring to astonishing levels as he lunged at Traveling Buddha and Xia Fan. The bizarre behavior shocked everyone present.
“A black demon descends to destroy the world,” Calvinson groaned in pain, and then he said in a raspy voice, “I know what’s going on. According to the records of the Three Realms, many epochs ago, in the demon civil war, the rebel faction led by the King of Demon Kings, Harikane, was able to overcome the traditional faction led by the King of Resolve and Speed, Monsoon, by relying on this power.
“Through some secret art, Great Demon King Harikane was able to push his dark energy to a crazy level, and the thirteen Demon Kings, together with their mounts and servants, unleashed an unstoppable attack against the fifty Demons of the Palace led by Monsoon.
“At the time, Monsoon’s traditional faction had the absolute advantage, fifty Demon Kings versus thirteen! But the result of the battle was that Harikane and his comrades won a major victory. Forty-seven Demon Kings were killed, and the three Great Palace Demon Kings Monsoon, Black Feather, and Hellguard were sent into the primordial chaos by Harikane, lost in the Sea of Chaos linked to the Three Realms.”
Everyone was flabbergasted by the historian Calvinson’s words. The dark demon energy Harikane had used to overcome the palace faction had reappeared!?
Leng Jinqiu felt his heart madly beating, his entire body shuddering. “Why does it have to be now? Didn’t the rumors say that while Harikane managed to defeat Monsoon and Hellguard, he also paid a bitter price that made him forever unable to use the dark demon energy again?”
Calvinson shook his head. “The rumor was only a theory. Perhaps Harikane really was severely wounded, causing him to lose the power to activate the dark demon energy. But that loss might not be forever. After countless epochs of rest, perhaps Harikane has recovered and once more grasped that terrifying power!
“No matter what, we have to accept reality. Even the Second Son of the Flame Soul can’t possibly erupt with demon energy with a hole through his head. This is like a human without a head feasting on meat! It doesn’t make any sense!
“The explanation for this phenomenon is that the dark demon energy has reappeared. Back then, the thirteen Demon Kings were like supreme gods, sweeping through the base of the traditional faction and facing down enemies ten times their number. It was the same as the abnormality we’re seeing with the Second Son today.”
“Aaaaagggh!!!” Leng Jinqiu cried out, his hairs standing up. “How have our people not arrived!? How can these youths possibly stand up against the Second Son of the Flame Soul!?”
The room fell silent. The only people around the valley were probationary Demon Subduers, for this was supposed to be a test for the youths. Those youths clearly couldn’t stop the Second Son. A massacre was probably about to commence!
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Plush!
Traveling Buddha threw up blood. As he propped himself with his hand, his chubby face turned pale.
A few seconds ago, Traveling Buddha had clashed with the Second Son of the Flame Soul. In that clash of pure strength, the gold-clad Traveling Buddha had charged up, trying to stop the Second Son’s attack. Black and gold flames rammed into each other like an asteroid slamming onto a planet.
The shock of the impact had sent Traveling Buddha flying several hundred meters. Just when he was about to fall to the ground, Xia Fan had charged out and caught him with all his strength. As for the Second Son, he had only retreated half a step, displaying a strength far greater than Traveling Buddha’s!
It seemed like Traveling Buddha had lost, as he was even throwing up blood. This was the first time Xia Fan had seen Traveling Buddha’s Golden Light Buddha Armor fail to protect him, proof of how terrifyingly powerful the Second Son was.
“Are you okay?” Xia Fan anxiously asked.
“I won’t die! This guy is pretty tough. Let’s use that.”
“Alright, we’ll use that!”
“Same as always. I’ll take the front!” Traveling Buddha howled, his eyes rapidly filling with blood. As the three elites of Subduing Demon City watched, he charged into the fray again, not even having time to wipe the blood off his lips.
Does he not want to live? Run!, Nikai shouted silently. She couldn’t understand Traveling Buddha’s behavior. He was still throwing up blood, so why was he charging in again?
She had just seen Xia Fan display a divine Speed, definitely exceeding ten thousand meters per second. Everyone knew that Speed was the craziest of abilities. If they were going to attack again, Xia Fan should have led the charge, at least! Why was it Traveling Buddha again? What were the two of them thinking? Even if Traveling Buddha was a Vajra, there was no reason to keep putting him out there, right? Xia Fan was so fast, he could go in a few times!
Alas, they still didn’t understand the partnership of Xia Fan and Traveling Buddha. They had battled through thick and thin, and when it was for the sake of the ultimate goal, they would give up their lives if they needed to. Sometimes, the person risking their life was Traveling Buddha, and sometimes it was Xia Fan. It wasn’t important who was going in front. What was important was that the two of them did everything in their power, not caring about their own welfare, for the sake of ultimate victory!
“Awooo!” the demon dragon roared. The hole in his head and that steely punch just now had both come from Traveling Buddha. The Second Son was extremely frustrated, and he opened his massive black flaming maw and tried to bite Traveling Buddha.
“Dodge!” Dongfang He cried out in alarm. He felt like Traveling Buddha was a bull. He dared to run straight into the maw of the Second Son of the Flame Soul?
Whoosh!
In a flash, a drab streak of light, like a sharp arrow, suddenly appeared on Traveling Buddha’s body. At that moment, a slim figure stepped onto Traveling Buddha’s broadback and jumped.
Double Strike Backboard Version!
Traveling Buddha had become Xia Fan’s springboard. Kicking off his brother’s back, Xia Fan gripped two sharp daggers and soared upward even higher than the demon dragon’s head, his arms spread like a bird.
He was too fast, his speed surpassing ten thousand meters per second!
The angle open to Xia Fan because he had kicked off Traveling Buddha’s back was far too cunning and difficult to defend against!
Clack!
As everyone gasped, Xia Fan dropped from the sky like a bolt of lightning, his sharp daggers plunging into the dragon’s head like two antennas. Was it about to turn into a radio tower?
“What happened? I’ve been stabbed?” The Second Son was dizzy. He had no idea where Xia Fan had come from. This despicable human had struck his head as if by magic, even stabbing him in the skull!
One second later, there was a flash of blue light.
Two bolts of lightning that sought to cleave apart the world descended from the heavens.
Those two daggers stuck in the Second Son’s skull weren’t ordinary knives, but the strange weapons that Xia Fan had forged from Cosmic Iron. The blades could absorb the power of beast crystals and accumulate it, ultimately unleashing it all in a bolt of divine lightning.
The blue light arrived with a rumble. The thunder sounded with a deafening roar, the eerie blue light illuminating everyone’s pale faces.
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