Chapter 1190: 532: Duel shocks the eyes! Du Yan spits blood!_3
Three hours to learn the Qi Path, this isn’t just a last-minute cram session; it’s already pulling down your pants and starting to dig a latrine.
How profound and intricate is the Qi Path martial art? Even those with high talent would consider it remarkable to achieve even minor success in three months. To truly use it in battle, at least two or three years of learning is necessary.
Three hours? There’s not even enough ti to explain the theory once.
For Lanling to attempt learning the Qi Path in three hours is not just shallow but utterly foolish.
Du Yan arrogantly and coldly said, “Trying to buy ti? Living three more hours is good too. But if you’re afraid of dying, you shouldn’t have shown up.”
Chief Constantine also found it amusing and absurd but nodded and said, “Go ahead.”
Then, he sent a few trusted samurai to follow behind Lanling. Since he appeared, he must die by Du Yan’s sword today; there’s no way he’s letting him escape.
At this mont, Constantine thought Lanling was truly a foolishly stubborn person. Since he had co out of the Ghost Domain world alive, instead of running away, he returned to offer his life.
Really, he avoids the path of heaven and barges into a doorless hell.
Under the surveillance of Constantine’s trusted samurai, Lanling, along with Suo Mo, temporarily left the duel arena, disappearing from everyone’s sight. He really went to study the Qi Path.
Three hours to learn the Qi Path, truly the funniest joke everyone present had ever heard.
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The sun gradually tilted to the west.
All were excited yet restless, waiting for ti to pass, awaiting Lanling’s reappearance.
At this mont, Nini’an appeared on the duel arena, making Du Yan even more excited, frequently winking at her.
Since his dream girl was watching, Du Yan had to offer an even more splendid performance.
Three hours passed.
Lanling and Suo Mo returned, with Suo Mo going back to the Foreign Tribe Army’s observation platform.
Lanling returned to the duel arena, standing in front of Du Yan.
Three hours, how had his Qi Path studies progressed?
“Are you finally done stalling?” Du Yan coldly said, “You’re wasting my ti, wasting everyone’s ti, but your clown act ends here!”
Lanling drew his greatsword and said, “Begin!”
Du Yan looked at Constantine and said, “Chieftain sir, this is an unfair duel. I am a person who pursues honor, never taking advantage of anyone, especially not in front of my beloved, so…”
Then, Du Yan took out a black cloth, blindfolding himself.
Next, he used a rope to bind his right arm.
He intended to fight Lanling blindfolded, using only his left arm.
“Lanling, now don’t say I’m bullying the young with the old.” Du Yan coldly remarked, “I, Du Yan, am aboveboard, never taking advantage of anyone.”
Lanling was taken aback.
Damn, this scene seed familiar.
It was as if years ago in the capital city, he had pulled a similar stunt to show off.
And now Du Yan was using the sa trick to show off in front of him; truly, karma spares no one.
However, this kind of show-off tactic had not been seen by the crowd here.
“Good!” Instantly, everyone roared in applause.
Not only the Chira Tribe mbers, but even the brothers from the Foreign Tribe Army cheered and applauded.
To them, Du Yan was not showing off but pursuing fairness, not using strength to bully the weak.
Lanling looked at Du Yan and said, “You’re sure about this?”
Du Yan coldly said, “Originally, you were not qualified to duel with , but for the sake of my beloved, I agreed to fight you. So hurry up, let’s end this quickly. Competing with you is a complete waste of ti, a complete torture for , let’s begin, let’s end!”
Du Yan’s handso face was full of arrogance and disdain.
His gaze remained intensely fixated on Nini’an.
“Good, good…” His act of showing off once again drew strong applause.
Constantine stood up, took his stick, and loudly proclaid, “On the duel arena, life and death are determined by fate!”
“Clang!” The stick in his hand struck down heavily.
A gong sounded, the duel began!
Du Yan, blindfolded, with his right arm bound, raised his greatsword in his left arm, stepping towards Lanling.
His strides were bold and arrogant, as if he wasn’t going to duel, but like a noble going to hunt a deer.
Walking up to Lanling, Du Yan swung his greatsword down powerfully with his left arm!
“Lanling, go to hell!”
Du Yan was a four-star Demon Warrior, with a right arm strength of 4500 pounds, and the left arm slightly weaker, around 4200 pounds.
With this strength, he thought it more than enough to slay Lanling. After all, in Du Yan’s perception, Lanling hadn’t even broken through to beco a Demon Warrior.
Previously, Du Yan had considered two strategies: to kill instantly or to tornt?
Finally, he decided to tornt.
Blindfolded, binding his right arm, using only his left to strike down, to crush Lanling’s organs into pulp, to hack him to death.
Only then could he ease the hatred in his heart, only then would it be a splendid performance.
A fierce whistle, Du Yan’s greatsword swung down fiercely.
Lanling clenched his sword with both hands, fiercely eting the sword strike.
He did not hesitate to use his Bloodline Force Critical Strike.
His cultivation was a ten-star Demonic Warrior, with a strength of 3300 pounds; with both hands gripping the sword, it’s 6000 pounds, using the bloodline critical gives it 12000 pounds of force.
At the very start of their duel, there was not a single fancy move—just a direct collision of power.
The two heavy swords quickly closed in mid-air.
“Clang…”
A sharp sound echoed, two 500-pound heavy swords clashed harshly together.
Everyone was waiting for a mont to appear.
Lanling flew out directly, spitting blood.
“Die, Lanling…” Du Yan repeated once more.
And then…
A powerful energy suddenly traversed the heavy sword and transmitted to his arm.
Instantly, Du Yan felt excruciating pain as if his entire left arm was completely torn apart.
After both powers had counteracted each other, a fierce 8000-pound force struck Du Yan’s body ferociously.
Du Yan, caught off guard, suddenly flew out.
“Poof!” In mid-air, Du Yan sprayed a mouthful of blood wildly.
At that mont, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief, wholly stunned by what they saw.
What, what is going on?
Wasn’t Lanling supposed to be the one spitting blood and flying out?
Why did it turn out to be Du Yan spitting blood and being blown away?
This, is this so sort of nightmare?
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