"Dear friends at the venue and viewers in front of your TVs. Due to Xing Feng’s concession and withdrawal, our Wolf has effortlessly advanced to the finals.
"After adjustnts by the organizers, the championship battle, originally scheduled for nine o’clock tonight, will now begin ten minutes earlier due to unforeseen circumstances.
"It’s now 8:49:30. I hereby announce that the long-awaited final battle of the third season’s Suzhou City Star Martial Competition officially begins!
"Let’s welco both contestants to the stage with a round of warm applause!
"The warrior known as the Blood God of Suzhou City, Chang Shuangyue! And the legendary Wolf King, our Wolf! Welco them with your applause!"
Amid the thrilling music, Wang Lan walked steadily onto the stage.
Chang Shuangyue was a powerful and dangerous opponent. His ruthlessness and cruelty had been deeply etched into everyone’s hearts through the two previous battles. It could be said that from now on, any Star Martial Warrior facing him would feel a asure of trepidation even before blows were exchanged, just knowing his identity.
But Wang Lan was definitely not among them.
It wasn’t because Wang Lan was strong enough to disregard Chang Shuangyue’s ruthlessness, but because... Wang Lan could take a beating! His Healing Star Martial Skills prioritized healing himself before others, and the self-healing effect was several tis more potent than healing soone else.
Your defense is impregnable? My Undying Body won’t break under your assault. In the end, it’s still debatable who will wear down whom first.
Chang Shuangyue stood quietly in the distance. His features were so twisted that even his smile was a grotesque sneer, sending shivers down one’s spine.
Wang Lan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. Chang Shuangyue seed even stranger than before. His features were now exaggeratedly contorted, as if he were enduring so indescribable pain.
"Contestant Chang Shuangyue, you seem to be in pain. Are you feeling unwell?" the host suddenly asked, perhaps on instruction from backstage.
"No! I’m fine!" His voice was deep, like a muffled drum.
"Are you sure you’re all right? Although the final battle is important, the contestants’ physical condition is paramount. If there’s any discomfort, we can delay the match and let you seek dical attention imdiately."
"Stop talking nonsense; there’s nothing wrong!"
"Alright! Since contestant Chang Shuangyue has no health issues, I will now announce the rules of the match. Especially for you, contestant Chang Shuangyue, the referees have added a new rule.
"You are not to inflict harm on the other Star Martial Warrior under non-essential circumstances. If the referee panel deems an act as intentional harm, the offender will be imdiately disqualified. Have both contestants understood?"
"Understood."
"Got it!"
"Then, I officially declare the match—begins!"
As the host’s voice fell, Wang Lan’s figure instantly vanished, charging toward Chang Shuangyue.
At the sa mont, Chang Shuangyue’s skin turned as red as a cooked crab.
Wielding Ghost Wail, Wang Lan appeared before Chang Shuangyue like an afterimage flickering in countless mirrors, his sword dancing to form a fan of shimring silver. Concealed within was a deadly move aid straight for Chang Shuangyue’s eyes.
"Damn—a killer move right off the bat?"
"Classic Wolf, as sharp as ever."
In Wang Lan’s previous battles, except for the last one where he seized the initiative, he had never managed to gain the upper hand. This was partly due to inexperience, and partly due to other reasons.
This ti, Chang Shuangyue doesn’t seem particularly agile. If I can’t even take the initiative against him, I really should slap myself a few tis.
CLANG—
Although Chang Shuangyue’s movent technique wasn’t as fast as Wang Lan’s, his reflexes were certainly not slow. In the instant Ghost Wail stabbed toward his eyes, Chang Shuangyue swiftly raised his palm to block. Ghost Wail struck his palm, yet it felt as if it had struck the PS Armor from Wang Lan’s ho, its sharp edge deflected.
The mont he blocked Wang Lan’s Sword Qi attack, Chang Shuangyue’s hands beca blades, chopping down at Wang Lan’s forehead. The speed of the chop was faster than the eye could follow.
To the audience, it looked as if Chang Shuangyue’s hands were still raised, yet the chop had already reached the top of Wang Lan’s head. Wang Lan’s form split in two, provoking screams from many in the audience.
"Damn! Was he one-shotted?"
"Are you blind? That’s an afterimage!"
The split image of Wang Lan disappeared. In the next instant, he reappeared above and behind Chang Shuangyue. Both hands wielded Fla Swords, radiating a golden light.
"Golden flas?" Many of the girls in the audience watched with fascination, their eyes sparkling.
Girls inherently have a special affection for beautiful things. Didn’t that brilliant golden fla resemble the fabled gold of the Vermilion Bird? Wang Lan swung his golden Fla Sword, slashing down from Chang Shuangyue’s shoulder.
HISS—
A wisp of green smoke rose, leaving a shallow gash on Chang Shuangyue’s shoulder. Instantly, the gash writhed and vanished.
Completely unaffected, Chang Shuangyue counterattacked with a slash that cut Wang Lan in half at the waist. Wang Lan’s form dissolved into flowing light and, in the blink of an eye, reappeared at Chang Shuangyue’s chest, his Fla Sword dancing and erupting in brilliant sparks against Chang Shuangyue’s body.
"Such beautiful flas! Is this the legendary True Sunfire?"
"Have you watched too many cartoons or what? Never taken physics? Flas are just infrared radiation; different colors represent different temperatures. Ordinary flas are red or orange. Golden flas are hotter than red ones."
"Exactly! Don’t spout nonsense if you don’t know. Even if you haven’t seen a jet’s afterburner, haven’t you seen the blue fla on your gas stove at ho?"
"Can’t ss with the science guys, no way."
"Those guys upstairs are so earnest. I really want to tease them, what should I do?"
"Soone has infiltrated our ranks of science guys! Find them! While it’s true that a blue fla is hotter than a red fla, it also depends on what substance is burning. The blue fla of natural gas is determined by the substance, not the temperature.
"Gas combustion and plasma combustion colors aren’t reliable indicators alone. Drag that spy out and shoot them!"
The comnt section was buzzing with talent, everyone excited to see Wang Lan unleash his golden flas. Ultimately, however, the temperature of the golden flas was still insufficient to harm Chang Shuangyue in his red-skinned form; all attacks proved futile.
Moreover, Chang Shuangyue was extraordinarily fast, retaliating almost within 0.2 seconds of Wang Lan’s attacks. If not for Wang Lan’s ability to perfectly switch between the Star Moon Sword Dance and the Fla Sword, he would have been defeated long ago.
"This kid Wang Lan... his talent is terrifying. Just from his ability to ignore the transition ti between Star Martial Skills, he has limitless potential if he uses it well," Wang Qianfeng couldn’t help but sigh.
In the world of Star Martial Warriors, effort is indispensable, but talent is crucial. Talent cannot replace effort, but when efforts are equal, talent is the deciding factor for victory.
And this particular talent Wang Lan possessed had already, by its nature, surpassed 99.9 percent of his peers.
At least, there was no record of anyone ever being able to ignore the transition ti between Star Martial Skills.
"But this can only make him difficult to defeat; winning is still a challenge. With such formidable strength at the Star Shine Stage, that Chang Shuangyue shouldn’t be a nobody. How did he end up competing in the Star Martial Competition?"
"I looked this up yesterday. Chang Shuangyue used to be a pioneer in the northwest. Two years ago, his squad was ambushed by Exotic Beasts and suffered heavy casualties; only three survived.
"After that, he left the Pioneer Team and returned to Suzhou City, where he opened a martial arts school teaching practical combat. His strength... according to the data, wasn’t actually that high, and the Star Martial Skills he was now displaying had no prior record.
"Moreover, his records indicated he was a very gentle person. It’s unfathomable why he’s acting so brutally now. The information on record and our current observations make him seem like two different people. But it’s definitely him. We’ll need to keep a close eye on this individual.
"This kind of temperant is bound to lead to trouble."
"Look, Wang Lan has changed his tactics!" He MingXue pointed out. Wang Qianfeng looked up at the match screen again.
Wang Lan had created distance between himself and Chang Shuangyue, retreating to the edge of the ring. His face was sowhat pale; he had expended a large portion of his Star Power.
Chang Shuangyue, anwhile, advanced with heavy strides. His massive body seed to make the ground tremble as he ran, leaving a trail of deep footprints in the concrete floor.
Those who chose the path of stacking armor rarely ended well, as they couldn’t keep up with the battlefield’s rapid changes. But if one could stack armor to such an overwhelming degree that even specialized armor-piercing assassins were left in the dust, then they had successfully beco an ironclad.
It had to be admitted: Chang Shuangyue’s Star Martial Skill was a success.
Wang Lan had attacked countless tis, only to seemingly tickle him. Conversely, if Wang Lan took even one of his blows, it could be ga over.
Just now, I went all out with Three Strengths in a Fist. Despite suffering a comminuted fracture in my hand, I did no damage to him. It’s clear that a more piercing attack is required to penetrate his defense.
I still have eight hundred skill points left; that’s my greatest asset.
Fla Sword, power up!
In the brief monts Chang Shuangyue took to charge toward him, Wang Lan swiftly upgraded his Fla Sword to Silver 9.
As his Fla Sword was enhanced to the highest level possible for his current realm, an epiphany flowed through his mind.
A confident smile touched Wang Lan’s lips.
"What on earth is Wang Lan doing? He’s been pushed back so far, why isn’t he moving?" Wang Qianfeng asked, frowning.
"Who knows? Actually, there is one way to break through Chang Shuangyue’s defense: use the Purple Fla Sword!" He MingXue said in a low voice.
"Are you kidding ? You practiced the Fla Sword for seven years before mastering the Purple Fla Sword. Wang Lan has been training for two months at most. If he can master the Purple Fla Sword in such a short ti, I’ll eat this coffee table!" Wang Qianfeng roared impatiently.
Wang Qianfeng was the type who detested unrealistic assumptions. Any suggestion or plan had to be within the realm of possibility. This applied to everyone.
You’re saying Wang Lan can master the Purple Fla Sword in two months? Why not just say he can master the Vermilion Bird Form in three years?
But on the screen, Wang Lan suddenly moved.
His hands transford, and in an instant, two purple Fla Swords erupted from his palms—enchanting and dazzling.
Wang Qianfeng’s expression turned to stone. He stared with vacant eyes at the screen, at Wang Lan wielding the Purple Fla Sword, soaring high to confront Chang Shuangyue...
"So... how do you plan to eat that coffee table? Stead? Braised? Or stir-fried?"
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