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

Chapter 1666 The Destructive Tide

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In a corner of the Chen family's viewing area, Dugu Fu stood with his arms crossed, a cold smile curving his thin lips: "World-shaking power?"

He raised his chin. "Him?"

The last note fell to the ground, carrying a mocking tone like icy shards.

"Ha!" Zhu Wuneng, standing next to him, slapped his thigh, his round face crinkling with delight. He pointed his thumb at Dugu Fu and said, "Fu is right. Just call him King of Hammers, or even the World-Shaking Hammer!"

There's a little story here. Initially, the nickname given to him on the list of geniuses was "Big Hammer King," which corresponded to Tang Xiao's "Little Hammer King."

He probably felt it sounded bad, so he wrote a letter to Tianshi City to change it.

Generally speaking, Tian Shi City meets the 'normal' requirements of these people on the list.

Zhu Wuneng's large eyes glanced at the most intense battle on the arena, then at Chen Xiaojun, who stood quietly with his eyes closed. His voice was low but each word was firm, "Speaking of world-shaking power... among his peers, who can truly live up to those four words?"

He held up two fingers and waved them, "Besides the one sitting in the wicker chair, there's only our young master left."

"+1." Chen Shurui's lazy voice drifted over as he sank into his chair, casually pointing his finger towards the chaos of the arena below, without even lifting his eyelids.

Lian Shouzhong sat to the side and heard the exchange clearly.

His face remained impassive, but his heart was like a deep pool into which a stone had been thrown—the Chen family's disparaging remarks about Tian Dou, though seemingly the ravings of a madman, were actually imbued with a deep-seated conviction.

That air of looking down on his peers was completely natural, showing no regard for Tang Chen, who was ranked tenth on the list of geniuses and whose hammer could shatter mountains...

They were used as stepping stones for measuring Xiao Yi and Chen Xiaojun.

His vision was so broad, and his ambition so sharp, that he was truly... ruthless.

.........

Ning Zhongtian followed closely behind Tang Chen, the Holy Light Glazed Pagoda shimmering with light: "Third Soul Skill Modification - Light Spear Assault - Fierce!"

This time, the light spear, carrying the holy light emanating from the main body of the Glazed Pagoda, was faster and more solidified. Like a golden thunderstorm, it bombarded the three-colored vine wall surging in front, forming a crossfire with Tang Chen's thunder hammer.

The Tian Dou forward line has taken shape once again!
Keep teaming up and pushing towers!
Despite the slowing vine sea, it surged forward with a tearing motion!

boom! !

Tang Chen, wielding the terrifying Haotian Hammer, had already fiercely smashed through the vine wall blocking his way for over ten feet.

They advanced to within thirty meters of Xiaoyi.

Thirty meters, a distance that many Soul Kings can cover with their Soul Skills.

Meanwhile, high in the sky, Xue Shiming was frantically absorbing the vital energy of the heavens, as if holding an invisible furnace in his hands.

However, the air beside him twisted and condensed strangely—

"Fourth Soul Skill: Swan Clone!"

A figure named "Xue Shiming" (80% soul power), whose appearance and aura were identical to the original body and whose body was surrounded by pale golden shadows, stepped out amidst the holy light.

The clone's eyes held no emotion, only a sharp edge born purely for killing.

Without pausing for even a moment, it flapped its wings violently: "Swan - Second Strike - Flowing Wind!"

The power of the wind spirit frantically coiled and compressed around his body; it was not water vapor, but a sharp, tangible current of wind.

Not only does it eliminate air resistance, but sharp wind blades capable of cutting through soul power also condense at the edges of the wings.

The clone transformed into a pure white meteor that tore through space, accompanied by a piercing sound of air being ripped apart, swooping down from the sky, its target locked on the purple-clad figure standing silently behind the sea of ​​vines.

At an even higher altitude, the soul power emanating from Xue Shiming's body burned the air with blazing white flames, emitting a low hum.

That charging posture is definitely for unleashing a powerful attack!

Within thirty meters.

Tang Chen, radiating thunder and possessing unparalleled dominance!

Ning Zhongtian was relentlessly pursued by the Holy Light Spear!

The clone, Liufeng, arrives through the sky, intending to deliver a fatal blow!
And further away, there was that blazing white expanse, already locked onto this place, brewing the breath of destruction!

Four deadly traps, intertwined into a web!

……

Xiao Yi's rhythmic fingers paused slightly, and the deep, millennia-old soul ring beneath her feet silently rippled outwards. The destructive waves surging on the arena were silent, yet carried a suffocating, deathly pressure.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Whispers of the Annihilation Vine"

The purplish-black meteorite vines in front of them suddenly fell silent, no longer roaring and crashing, but instead spiraling inward and collapsing like a black abyss.

Suddenly, it transformed into visible black ripples, layering and pushing forward.

Silent and still, without thunder or roar, only the absolute stillness that death itself carries, chilling to the bone.

Where the ripples passed, the air lost its vitality, the light dimmed and faded, and only a destructive rhythm flowed in the deathly silence—cold, restrained, yet beautiful enough to freeze the soul.

The first undercurrent is already upon us!

The hammerhead caused a violent tremor in the space (the "tremor" technique), and crashed violently into the dark, rippled boundary.

"Break!" Tang Chenlei's eyes widened as he unleashed the power of the Haotian Hammer, accompanied by thunderous fury.

The ripples froze for a moment, then the center was forcibly pierced and torn apart by a force powerful enough to split mountains (the Breaking Technique).

The second wave followed immediately!

"Penetrating!"

Tang Chen roared and did not retreat, the giant hammer in his hand suddenly transformed from immense weight into a swift shadow.

Before the momentum of the previous strike has dissipated, new force surges forth like a rushing river (the "penetration" technique), and the tip of the hammer gathers a point of destructive light, precisely piercing the weakest point of the ripple vibration (the "penetration" technique).

The third wave... the fourth wave... like an endless black tide!

"Screech!" Tang Chen twisted his body in an impossible moment, the lightning exploding and leaving a trail of afterimages, narrowly avoiding most of the third wave of impact.

The fourth wave followed almost seamlessly.

"collapse--"

He turned around abruptly, and the Haotian Hammer spun like a meteor falling to the ground. The hammer's momentum was no longer precise, but rather like a thousand-foot mountain collapsing, slamming forward with the most violent radiating force.

Ripples... the fifth wave!

Behind them, Ning Zhongtian's expression changed, the Holy Light Glazed Pagoda hummed and vibrated, and the light at the top of the pagoda rapidly collapsed—

Fifth Soul Skill: Holy Tower Meteor Explosion!

A drop of pure white light, so bright it distorted space and was the size of a bowl, condensed and shot out from the top of the tower.

Where the light shines, evil is annihilated.

Like a miniature sun falling, it dragged its sacred trajectory and crashed violently into the depths of the desolate ripples.

Boom——!
It wasn't a loud noise, but a dull, strange sound, as if space was being torn apart and then forcibly mended by rules.

Where the annihilating holy light collided with the annihilating black tide, large swaths of black mist and light fragments dissolved into each other.

The explosion of the Holy Tower forcefully pierced through three waves of destruction in the boundless silence, ultimately returning to nothingness.

The Destruction attribute is no weaker than the Holy attribute.

The sixth wave followed immediately!
In the air, the light arrows formed by the Flowing Wind clone tore through the storm, and the giant icy claw, carrying the power to cleave the heavens, fiercely slammed down.

"The Third Strike of the Swan - Sky-Splitting Claw!"

The ice claws collided violently with another sweeping wave of annihilation. The ultra-low temperature and pure destruction intertwined and annihilated each other, and the claw tips shattered inch by inch like ice crystals and dust.

The two ripples were torn apart by the crampon's desperate struggle.

But there were only two waves.

The seventh wave... the eighth wave... the surging tide of annihilation continued forward, seemingly without end.

The power of the soul skill, supported by a 20,000-year soul ring, was further enhanced by the vast soul power poured into it by Xiao Yi, a level 71 Soul Saint. The twelve waves of energy had reached a state of perfection.

"puff--"

Next, Tang Chen, who had been bracing against several waves of energy, finally could not withstand the backlash of the earth-shattering power. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on his golden body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His burly body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, and the lightning in his Haotian Hammer dissipated.

Ning Zhongtian was also severely injured by the backlash from the explosion of the Holy Tower, and staggered back dozens of steps before crashing heavily into Bai Tianrui's Star Barrier.

……

Chen Shurui curled his lip: "Those three alone can't compare to the charge of hundreds of silver wolves back then!!"

(End of this chapter)