Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1610 The Decisive Move

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On the left side of the battlefield, where the vine formation was positioned, the frosty chill was eroding every inch of sand and gravel, and the decisive moment had arrived.

Dugu Fu's "Fourth Soul Skill - Ice Jade Cold Poison Array" spread out like a silent, pale ripple, and wherever it passed, the surface of the gnarled vines instantly condensed into fine, sharp blue frost like ice needles.

The bone-chilling cold of the formation not only penetrated to the marrow, but also released highly toxic crystal powder at the level of soul power, silently eroding the opponent's defenses.

On the scorpion carapace of Tu Jin, whose martial spirit was attached, a layer of ever-spreading dark blue frost covered the hard sandstone armor. The penetrating icy poison gnawed spiderweb-like cracks into the hard sandstone armor, and every movement he made was accompanied by sluggishness and a grinding sound like sand being crushed.

The moment the poison array closed, Dugu Fu's figure left a faint blue wind mark on the spot.

With fingers joined together like knives, I draw upon the breath of the wind—

First Form: Dust Whirlwind - Slash!

A suddenly elongated blue storm axis.

He himself, accompanied by a high-speed rotating column of tornadoes formed by countless tiny wind blades, charged forward like a drill ripping through space!
Where the wind blades swept past, the frozen vines instantly turned into shimmering ice powder.

The azure storm arrow that tore through space only had time to leave a blurry afterimage in Tu Jin's pupils before the biting wind rushed towards his face.

fast!
A rapid series of hand strikes, delivered with incredible speed, pierced through the air and landed with deadly precision.

Tu Jin was filled with shock and anger, and could only rely on his remaining beastly instincts to spin around and protect himself—his fourth soul ring flashed hastily!

"Fourth Soul Skill - Thorn Resurrection Strike!"

The rock scorpion's spines on its body suddenly swelled and twisted, instantly solidifying in front of it into a sand and stone barrier covered with ferocious reverse spines and flowing with viscous venom.

Every spike of the sandcastle vibrated at a high frequency, buzzing and shredding the nearby sharpness.

The clash of offense and defense resulted in an explosion of bluish-black light.

But a cold smile appeared on Dugu Fu's lips. He continued his advance without stopping, his right palm already rising amidst the piercing wind.

The ice and fire flowed and converged between the fingers and palms, not entangled, but condensed into two completely opposite spiral energy flows.

Fiery Cloud Frost Palm - Yin Yang Eight Tribulations -

The Fourth Tribulation: Frosty Flame Heavenly Waterfall!
He has reached the fourth level of mastery, which shows that he has put in a lot of hard work to master the Fiery Cloud Frost Palm.

The palm strike is not a direct blow to the sandcastle, but rather an upward lift.

In the instant he flipped his palm, the remaining frost and poisonous breath of the entire Frost Poison Array, and even the fragments of wind blades scattered by the sandcastle, were seized by an invisible force. Mixed with the ice and fire in his palm, they quickly condensed in the air into a rolling, lightning-streaked gray-red eerie cloud.

It rolled and expanded, releasing a heart-pounding, suffocating pressure mixed with ice shards and magma.

The next second, Dugu Fu's right palm, which had been feigning a press, suddenly slammed down.

A calamity descends from the sky!

"Boom!"

The mixed energy cloud, which combined freezing and burning, cascaded down like a reversed celestial river.

The moment the cloud waterfall touched the sandcastle, it wasn't a simple crushing—the ice poison and fire poison "resonated" in a way that surpassed Tu Jin's understanding.

The frozen areas of the cold poison were instantly melted and exploded by the scorching poison, and the scorching marks left by the lava were torn apart by the newly formed ice poison.

Two highly toxic substances, mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining each other, explode in proliferation amidst destruction—"Overlord Poison!"

The scorching heat and burning marks of the freezing sandcastle were simultaneously branded onto every inch of its defenses. Amidst the piercing screams, the thorny sandcastle crumbled, collapsed, and disintegrated layer by layer from the outside in. The raging torrent of poison still lingered.

Tu Jin, who was hiding behind the fortress, was suddenly struck in the chest and abdomen by a poisonous lightning bolt that was intertwined with ice and fire.

He was thrown backward like a broken stalk, his cracked scorpion armor rendered useless.

Even more terrifying is the "domineering poison" that invades the body, with the pain of freezing and burning coursing through the limbs and bones.

He tried to suppress it with his martial spirit, but the power of ice and fire exploded even more violently in his meridians, like boiling oil meeting water.

As the toxins backfired, his whole body convulsed uncontrollably, every muscle twitching violently, and bluish-black and crimson poison spots crawled like spider webs up his bare neck and cheeks.

This rising star, renowned for his mastery of poisons, now had dilated pupils, his lips trembling with excruciating pain and fear, and every cell deep within his body was collapsing in agony. He could no longer muster the strength to resist and collapsed amidst the scattered poisonous sand, his face ashen and his breath barely clinging to life.

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The tactical blade pierced the heart of the oasis at this moment.

This was precisely the key to victory or defeat that Chang'an had decided before the start of the competition.

The booming sounds of Chen Mu and Shan Wei's heavy swords clashing had not yet subsided, and the outcome was still uncertain;
Chen Bin and Chen Shurui are pointing their swords at Mo Xiaotian. They can suppress him, but they may not be able to win quickly. They are likely to get stuck in a stalemate.

On the other side, although Zhu Taihong is the second-best attacker among gem soul masters after Lian Shouzhong, he is also finding it difficult to find an opportunity to crush Chu Heming, a defensive soul master of the same level.

As for the central position, the slender white-clad figure is the fulcrum supporting the entire tactical network—she must maintain the "Azure Cage" covering the entire field, restrain Ji Lintong and Long Xiaoqian, and control the Everlasting Domain to stabilize the teammates whose blood and qi are fluctuating in the rear... Every move on this vast chessboard is under immense pressure.

Putting the outcome of a game on one person playing multiple roles is the ultimate gamble.

Therefore, the key to breaking the deadlock lies in the unnoticed area—Su Ningxia and Dugu Fu!

Fortunately, they succeeded.

Now, two figures, riding the momentum of victory, relentlessly cut into each other's flanks.

The cold air beneath Dugu Fu's feet trailed icy traces, and poisonous mist condensed around him into a swirling indigo snake shadow, heading straight for Chu Heming's massive rock body—a pincer attack from the north and south echoing Zhu Taihong's blazing fire line.

The fiery lava flow was intense and dazzling, crashing head-on against the thick earthen barrier, while Dugu Fu's poisonous palm, brewing in his hand, silently attacked his back.

The interplay of ice and fire is the perfect way to break through the hardest tortoise shell.

Su Ningxia turned to Mo Xiaotian with perfect precision!
Her swift figure crashed into the gaps in the sword net woven by Chen Bin and Chen Shurui's combined swords.

The two men's original swordplay, characterized by light and darkness, suddenly took on a new variation the instant the azure lightning merged into it—a striped tiger claw, brimming with a tearing intent, pierced through the precise trajectory of their twin swords.

The spot where the sword pointed instantly became more than three times brighter!
At the core of the Vine Eye, a gentle breeze finally swept across Xiaoyi's eyes, like ripples on a deep pool.

Previously, Ji Lintong was lured into a trap and quickly dealt with.

Her mental energy quietly receded, and the massive vine array still enveloped the entire area, no longer requiring her meticulous overall control.

She was finally able to focus her star-like eyes solely on the colossal, jade-white body that stood tall and imposing before her—only this one person.

The ethereal quality that flowed from her fingertips had faded, settling into a more refined and pure sharpness.

The oppressive aura emanating from Long Xiaoqian's Silver-level skin spirit was indeed beyond expectations.

But now, the dust has settled, leaving only one enemy.

Her purple hair brushed against her icy jade-like cheeks, and as her slightly closed eyelashes slowly lifted, a silent, cold blade condensed in her nebulous pupils.

The storm finally subsided into a single, chilling glint.

(End of this chapter)