Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

"Heh."

Luo Yu looked disdainful, lifting one hand and pushing upward.

"Clang!"

The palm met the Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd, and incredibly, the sound of metal clashing against metal rang out, with bursts of sonic booms exploding from the point of impact.

"What?"

The spectators stood up in shock, unable to remain seated.

Li Mushen, Huo Tongtian, and the others' expressions changed as well.

"Caught it with a single hand?"

"That swing probably had the force of tens of thousands of pounds, and he blocked it with his flesh and blood?"

"Impossible!"

Yuwen Chenglong's eyes bulged, completely unprepared for his charged strike to be so casually caught by Luo Yu.

"I don't believe it!"

Yuwen Chenglong lifted the Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd, using the Boring Technique inherited from the Heroic Spirits. Countless boring shadows appeared in the arena, a thousandfold in number, each and every one hurtling towards Luo Yu.

"Not quite enough."

Luo Yu shook his head, one hand behind his back, the other continuously thrusting outward.

"Clang Clang Clang!!"

A series of clashes made all the spectators' eyes widen in disbelief.

"This..."

"What kind of..."

"This is outrageous!"

Yuwen Chenglong's Boring Technique was exquisite; of the tens of thousands of spectators present, hardly any could see the details of the boring shadows. They couldn't deny his strength, but they could see even less clearly the speed of Luo Yu's arm as he fended off each strike, every clang signifying that he had indeed caught the blow.

This was downright terrifying.

To know that Luo Yu hadn't even summoned the Ancient Spirits yet, and he was matching a fully committed Yuwen Chenglong evenly with one hand?

"Impossible!"

Yuwen Chenglong was seeing ghosts, so to speak. He was acutely aware of the might behind his thirty-six technique Boring Method, which ordinary Martial Examinees couldn't withstand even a single move. Yet this man seemed to have directly seen through his techniques, defending perfectly every time.

Such incredible eyesight?

What was more terrifying was that Yuwen Chenglong couldn't understand how his opponent dared block his weapon with bare hands!

Wasn't he afraid his hand would be crushed?

In fact, Luo Yu's palm was unharmed, while Yuwen Chenglong was already feeling a stabbing pain, his hand tingling.

"Damn it!!!"

He gritted his teeth as he unleashed his Spiritual Power wildly.

With so many people watching, if he couldn't even defeat a Divine Child like this, he would become a complete laughingstock.

Yuwen Chenglong had a fierce look, teeth clenched hard, whereas Luo Yu remained smiling, nonchalant and easygoing.

The fierce, stormy attacks seemed to exert no pressure on him at all.

"Clang Clang Clang!"

The offensive continued.

Luo Yu brought the hand that was behind his back to the front, making a yawning gesture.

This only further shocked those watching the battle.

Yuwen Chenglong could make countless errors, but a single mistake from Luo Yu would lead to being smashed to pieces, and yet he had the leisure to yawn?

He really didn't see Yuwen Chenglong as a threat at all.

"Ah!!!!"

Yuwen Chenglong let out a furious roar, his muscles bulging with a fiery hue, veins looking as if they would burst.

His strength and speed had reached their peak.

His entire being turned into a blur.

The might of each move had multiplied manifold, the wind from his efforts crashing around like tidal waves.

Once more, the crowd exclaimed in awe.

But not because of Yuwen Chenglong, instead because Luo Yu's speed also hastened, matching the frequency of his opponent's.

As if to say, as fast as you go, I'll match it.

"He's playing!" Lyu Chan spoke.

"Yes, he's toying with Yuwen Chenglong." Li Mushen frowned deeply, an air of solemnity about him, "I imagined the Divine Child to be quite terrifying, but I never thought I still underestimated him."

"Looks like Yuwen Chenglong is about to lose his mind completely." Diao Lingluo said without a hint of concern, but with a light chuckle instead.

"Are you just barking like a dog?"

Luo Yu ear-tugged again, clearly annoyed by Yuwen Chenglong's roaring.

"Bang!"

With a precise slap, Yuwen Chenglong's tiger's mouth instantly split open, a large amount of blood gushed forth, spraying the air, and trickled down the handles of the weapon.

The blade nearly slipped from his grasp, almost flying out of his hands.

"Is that all?"

Luo Yu shook his head and scoffed with disdain.

"I haven't even exerted my strength, and you're about to fall?"

Yuwen Chenglong's hands trembled, his spine chilled, and a fear that could not be described welled up from the depths of his heart. What kind of strength does this guy really have?

"No longer dare to make a move?"

"So where exactly does your sense of superiority come from?"

The scorn on Luo Yu's face deepened, piercing Yuwen Chenglong's heart even more.

His towering figure, dragging the Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd, scraped a series of sparks on the alloy ground as he strode forward in an assault.

As the opponent swung up the weapon, Luo Yu extended two fingers at that split second and caught the descending Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd dead in its tracks.

It simply couldn't budge an inch.

With a contraction of his fingers, he flicked them.

"Clang!"

Yuwen Chenglong let out a pained whimper as his palm split open, blood continuously seeping out and falling.

The entire Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd was sent flying and crashed down, creating a large crater in the solid alloy ground, revealing the weapon's heaviness.

Luo Yu stepped forward and leaped into the air.

He retracted his arm and swung out a slap, striking directly on the terrified and panicked face of Yuwen Chenglong.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound to the extreme echoed above the arena.

In an instant, Yuwen Chenglong's face deformed and twisted, his body instantly sent spiraling into the air by the slap, flying far away and smashing down below the arena like a tattered sack, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Luo Yu made such a heroic act but simply withdrew his gaze, not looking at Yuwen Chenglong again.

He looked down at his hand that had struck Yuwen Chenglong.

Though there was no blood and it was clean, he said, "It's dirty."

The heart-killing statement directly caused a fresh gush of blood to spew from Yuwen Chenglong, who was severely injured below the stage, his vitality waning.

"Whirr—"

The entire stadium exploded in disbelief.

Looking at the scene before them, no words could describe their shock at this moment.

"I thought Yuwen Chenglong was fierce enough, after all, he had been a one-against-nine fighter before. And just like that, he got blown away?"

"Ah, can't even catch a slap from the Divine Child?"

"Why don't you try to catch it?"

"Uh... never mind, I was just shooting my mouth off."

"Indeed, when it comes to showing off, one must watch the God's Child. What's Yuwen Chenglong anyway, wasn't he acting all high and mighty just now?"

"Yeah, he looked down on other martial artists, but in the end, wasn't he defeated in a second just the same?"

"Now Yuwen Chenglong is no longer important. What's terrifying is, what kind of strength does the Divine Child have? He had only awakened the Ancient Spirits not long ago, right? How can he be so frightening?"

"So terrifying without relying on Ancient Spirits?"

At this moment, the most relieved were the nine martial examinees who had been eliminated by Luo Yu.

They were filled with tears, as if they had picked up a life.

"We thought the Divine Child was too harsh on us, not giving any face at all, but it turns out he was holding back after all."

"Was that holding back? That was sparing our lives."

"No way! I must beat up that mouthy bastard again. Earlier, you mocked my mother, thinking you're something special?"

As a result, the eight martial examinees started searching again, filled with indignation, and gave the guy who had urged Luo Yu to fight seriously another beating.

With the help of the staff at the stadium, Yuwen Chenglong got up. His face was purple and swollen, looking extremely wretched.

He looked at Luo Yu on the arena with fear.

"You... How can you possess such strength?"

"That kind of combat power without summoning an Ancient Spirit?"

"I don't believe it!!"

Luo Yu looked over, sneered, and said:

"Trash."

"Unworthy of speaking to me."

Yuwen Chenglong felt a blockage in his chest.

Because those were the words he had said to others earlier, and now they had been returned to him.

And the audience cheered, feeling relieved and satisfied.

As he saw the unwilling Yuwen Chenglong, Luo Yu's gaze showed a hint of pity, and he coldly said:

"Don't tell me you think I'm strong because of an Ancient Spirit. Too naive!"

"The strong one is me."

"It's not that I'm strong because I have an Ancient Spirit; it's because I'm strong that an Ancient Spirit chose me."

Luo Yu was not sure how others obtained their Ancient Spirits, but without over a decade of grueling training in the Secret Technique of Myriad Transformations,

he wouldn't have been able to absorb the awe-inspiring Golden Sun from the Azure Stone Lotus in the sky, nor would he have any Ancient Spirits.

Not everyone is worthy of having a Deity-level Ancient Spirit!