Chapter 343 - Intense Battle
Just as Han Wu had anticipated, Xue Qian was an assassin. The moment the match started, Xue Qian activated Infiltration and vanished from sight. Ding Shanhai raised a round shield and became an immovable fortress to protect Su Mei.
Confident in Ding Shanhai’s defense, Su Mei unleashed Succubus Descend. Her already stunning figure became even more mesmerizing under the transformation.
Han Wu heard the male spectators gasp audibly at the sight.
“Submit.” Her voice dripped with sultriness and ensnared the hearts of every man in the arena. It was as if her words caressed their ears, leaving almost no one able to resist.
Han Wu relied on his exceptional mental strength and spiritual resilience to shake off the effect in an instant and simultaneously activated Dragon Shield.
At that moment, Xue Qian struck. He had aimed to eliminate Han Wu with a single blow, but when his attack collided with the Dragon Shield, it only caused a faint ripple across its surface.
Han Wu’s eyes widened. He knew the Dragon Shield’s toughness. If Xue Qian could disturb it, his power was undeniable.
Failing to finish Han Wu outright, Xue Qian vanished once more and bided his time for another opportunity.
Leng Ning shook off the lingering effects and unleashed her ultimate Skill, Frost Dragon Possession. The buff enhanced her strength, perception, and mastery of ice-type Skills. With it, she simultaneously activated the Eight Path Frost Domain and Frost Dragon Eyes.
The Eight Path Frost Domain spread across the entire arena, releasing icy air that started to freeze her opponents in place. Frost Dragon Eyes let her track her enemies through their heat signatures. She immediately spotted Xue Qian attempting to sneak behind her for a surprise attack. Calmly, she waited until he was right beside her, then struck with Frost Dragon Blizzard, catching him off guard and freezing him solid.
Seeing their teammate incapacitated, Ding Shanhai and Su Mei intensified their assault. Su Mei summoned swarms of imps to harass Leng Ning, while Ding Shanhai activated a powerful Skill that painted blood-red runes across his body. Meanwhile, his round shield morphed into a blood-red blade.
Han Wu had never seen a fighting style that transformed a shield into a blade. He quickly realized Ding Shanhai was neither a tank nor a barbarian. He was a bruiser, blending both forms with formidable defense and offense. His sole weakness lay in his speed.
Han Wu was a versatile fighter and raised his Dragon Shield to meet Ding Shanhai’s strike. Despite the two-rank difference, he handled the attack with ease.
On her end, Leng Ning used Frost Dragon Fang to fend off the attacking imps. At that moment, Meng Qi moved toward her. She kept her guard down, trusting her teammate, and called out, “Go help Han Wu handle Ding Shanhai. We can deal with Su Mei once he’s down.”
Meng Qi didn’t respond. Instead, he punched her in the face. Bronze Skin, Iron Bones, and the Yellow Imperial Jacket made him stronger than most, while Leng Ning’s ice magic left her physically weak. The blow overwhelmed her, disrupting her Eight Path Frost Domain completely and leaving her defenseless.
“What are you doing, Meng Qi?!” Bai bellowed from below the arena. He wanted to whack Meng Qi senseless!
Leng Ning took a sharp breath and looked at him in shock. Only then did she notice Meng Qi’s vacant gaze, as if his soul was gone.
Without the Eight Path Frost Domain, the frozen Xue Qian shattered the ice in anger and unleashed his strongest Skill, Shadow Demon Descent. Darkness enveloped his body, and even Leng Ning’s Frost Dragon Eyes could not detect his heat signature.
Xue Qian and Meng Qi struck from opposite sides. Leng Ning tried to evade, but it was too late. She faced either severe injury or death as Xue Qian’s black dagger was going to pierce her body.
Suddenly, a torrent of Dragon Fireballs rained down, striking both attackers.
Xue Qian had studied Han Wu’s Dragon Fireball in advance. The combination of Black Flames and Blood Fuel was devastating, but as long as he could isolate the flames from his body, he would be unharmed. He used the dark energy enveloping him to effortlessly repel the fire.
Meng Qi was in a different situation. He was under external control and hadn’t activated his Golden Bell. The black flames engulfed him, searing his body and snapping him out of his stupor.
“Ouch! Han Wu, why did you burn me?” Meng Qi shouted and frantically tried to extinguish the flames.
Now that Meng Qi had regained his senses, Han Wu extinguished the fire and ordered, “Take Leng Ning and get out of the arena.”
Meng Qi noticed that Leng Ning was severely injured and shouted in fury, “Who did this to you? I’m going to make them pay!”
Leng Ning grumbled, “Stop wasting time. Listen to Han Wu. Get me out of the arena and stop causing trouble for him.”
Meng Qi nodded, carefully lifted her, and headed toward the exit. Just as he stepped down, Bai slapped him. “Are you stupid? Why did you attack her?”
Meng Qi was stunned, unable to understand why he had been slapped. How could Leng Ning’s injury have anything to do with him? Memories flooded back, and he finally understood—Su Mei had controlled his mind. He had been the one to hurt Leng Ning.
“I... I’m so stupid! I don’t deserve to live. I actually hurt you...” He gently set her down and struck himself in frustration.
Leng Ning gritted her teeth against the pain and muttered, “You’ll pay for what happened today. For now, let’s focus on Han Wu. The match isn’t over.”
In the arena, Han Wu now stood alone, representing Azure Sea. He faced the powered-up trio of Su Mei, Xue Qian, and Ding Shanhai by himself.
Su Mei giggled. “Han Wu, your companions are out of the arena. Stop wasting time fighting us alone.”
She had assumed that the match was over. There was no way Violet Demon could lose in a three-against-one scenario.
Han Wu chuckled. “They left the arena on my orders. I have one last trump card.”
“Trump card? Is it the hatchling or the buff?” she asked.
They had studied Han Wu’s Skills and planned accordingly. Three against one was their perfect setup.
“It seems that you’ve done your homework. Then you should know I have one last Skill called Dragonfall.”
Su Mei sneered. “It’s just a new Skill. I doubt you have the resources to upgrade it yet.”
Han Wu shook a finger. “A generous benefactor gave me a crystal containing 100,000 Assist Points. I used every one on Dragonfall. I’ve never unleashed it after upgrading because it’s too dangerous.”
“You think we would fall for your lies? Just die quietly.” Xue Qian lunged at him. His strikes were heavier this time, leaving scratches on the Dragon Shield. Still, they weren’t enough to break it.
Han Wu seized the moment. Activating Silver Strength, he boosted all his baseline potential and unleashed his Level 36 Dragonfall.
In that instant, a massive array formed 100 meters above the arena. Four meteors shot down, each taking the shape of a dragon and containing the pure energy of wind, water, fire, or earth. Han Wu guided the wind meteor at Xue Qian, the water meteor at Su Mei, and the remaining two at Ding Shanhai.
Four colossal explosions shook the arena and reverberated through the stadium. Fortunately, the chief referee had anticipated this and erected a triple-layered barrier of extreme durability. Without it, the audience would have been gravely injured.
When the smoke cleared, Han Wu stood alone amidst the decimated arena. No one else was left.