Douluo: The Peerless King of Beast Tamers

Chapter 261 Life and Death Crisis
Thinking of that blinding flash, the laser beam that could trigger an explosion, and then recalling that strangely familiar phrase, "light-speed kick"...

Zhou Sichen froze on the spot, his mind blank, filled with nothing but endless absurdity.

"A light-speed kick? Kizaru?! What the hell is this random intrusion?!"

In an instant, his mood was like a rollercoaster ride, suddenly plummeting from the initial excitement of exploration to the depths of despair, overwhelmed by a profound sense of powerlessness and absurdity.

Trials of Light, Trials of Fire, Trials of Ice... The names of these trials kept swirling in Zhou Sichen's mind, and his face grew increasingly grim. A crazy guess suddenly popped into his head.

Could it be that one of the three giants from some ocean world has barged in?

Although there are countless soul beasts in the deep sea of ​​the Douluo world, they have almost never been developed on a large scale by human soul masters, making it mysterious and full of unknowns.

But if three ferocious sea monsters suddenly appear, the plot would be far too absurd, so absurd that it seems utterly ridiculous.

Before Zhou Sichen could recover from his chaotic thoughts, a gust of wind carrying terrifying power struck again, and another light-speed kick landed accurately on his chest.

The force of the kick was astonishing; Zhou Sichen felt as if his chest had been hit by a speeding truck.

Uncontrollably, he was flung out again like a kite with a broken string, tracing a messy arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

These two light-speed kicks were so fast that they were difficult for the human eye to catch, let alone prevent in advance.

Moreover, the power contained in each kick was terrifying. Every time Zhou Sichen was hit, it was as if he was being violently struck by a giant hammer weighing a thousand pounds. His internal organs seemed to have shifted, and the pain came wave after wave like a surging tide.

Without the Soul Skill of Mental Detection, Zhou Sichen felt as if he were in darkness, experiencing such a distressing situation for the first time and falling into an extremely passive predicament.

Only when he was deeply trapped in such a desperate situation could he truly appreciate the importance of the spirit detection soul skill.

Relying solely on his mental strength, Zhou Sichen found himself completely unable to pinpoint the angle and direction of "Kizaru's" attacks. He was like a blind man groping in the dark, utterly powerless against an attack that could come at any moment.

As Borsalimian felt the pain emanating from his other two clones, his anger was instantly ignited, and he momentarily considered revenge.

It's a ferocious beast, yet it suffered a setback on its first attempt. If word gets out, where will it put its face?

That's a bit embarrassing.

As long as I don't kill this kid, it's fine. I can't let my injuries go to waste; I have to make him pay the price.

For a moment, the entire space was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of the golden light flashing, like the ticking of a death countdown.

Zhou Sichen was like a worn-out sandbag, being kicked around at will by the unseen "Yellow Ape." Each impact with the ground produced a dull thud, and his body grew weaker and weaker, with more and more wounds on his body.

Zhou Sichen was driven to the brink of despair, and had no choice but to expend even more soul power in an attempt to find a glimmer of hope.

In an instant, intense red and blue flames surged from his body; the red was as scorching as the sun, and the blue was as cold as a star.

The two flames intertwined, like two nimble fire snakes, slowly traversing his body, eventually forming a protective armor that exuded a dangerous aura.

Every attack from Polsalimian was simultaneously scorched and frozen by these two extreme flames, which frantically consumed its soul power.

However, as a ferocious beast, it possesses immense strength and profound soul power. Faced with such depletion, it simply uses more soul power during attacks to resist the consumption of the extreme flames.

It doesn't seem to have had much of a substantial impact on it.

Seeing that this tactic was still ineffective, Zhou Sichen's situation became increasingly passive.

His soul power was being consumed rapidly. Every time he used his soul power, he could feel his strength rapidly draining away.

The pain in his body was becoming more and more intense, and every wound seemed to be a reminder that he was in danger.

The terrifying strength of that unknown enemy was like a mountain, pressing down on him and making it hard for him to breathe.

All of this was constantly stimulating Zhou Sichen's nerves, pushing his mental state to the brink of collapse.

"boom!"

A loud bang broke the brief stalemate. Zhou Sichen was once again sent flying by a light-speed kick. This kick was even more ferocious than the previous one. He crashed heavily to the ground, creating a shallow crater.

A mouthful of blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth, leaving a trail of blood in the air.

This time he did not stand up again, but lay there stiffly as if he had stopped breathing, staring blankly at the sky, his body motionless.

He even meticulously withdrew the extreme flames, and the originally clear flame patterns on his body gradually disappeared, making him look exactly like someone who was seriously injured and dying.

Since we cannot capture or defend against enemy attacks, we might have a chance of survival if we wait until the enemy gets close and grabs their physical form.

Having spent years navigating the perilous depths of the ocean, what kind of scene hasn't I seen?

It wasn't some fool who only knew how to wreak havoc in the sea; faced with Zhou Sichen's seemingly lifeless state, it became even more wary.

It raised the corners of its mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and said softly, "Little guy, you can't fool me."

As soon as it finished speaking, it raised its right hand again, its index finger gleaming with golden light, gathering terrifying energy.

"Ode!"

A laser beam, like a golden lightning bolt, instantly locked onto Zhou Sichen.

Wherever the ray passed, the air seemed to ignite, emitting a sizzling sound.

"Made!"

Zhou Sichen cursed inwardly. At the critical moment, relying on his tenacious will to survive and his physical instincts, he jumped up and rolled over.

The spot where he had just been lying was blasted into a huge crater, sending dust flying everywhere.

Even without looking at it, he could deeply feel how troublesome and disgusting this "Kizaru" was.

This isn't just random intrusion, it's practically the real person descending upon us!

That's so damn despicable!
Zhou Sichen was filled with despair and anger. He tried all sorts of methods, but he couldn't find a breakthrough no matter what he tried.

At this rate, let alone the upcoming trials of fire and ice, this "Kizaru" alone is enough to kill him.

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

I absolutely cannot give up like this; I must find a way to break this deadlock.

Seeing that Zhou Sichen was indeed faking it, Polsalimian's smile deepened, a smile tinged with smugness and mockery, as if he were laughing at how childish and ridiculous Zhou Sichen's little tricks were. In the past, it was always his disciples and grand-disciples who helped the disciples of the Body Sect complete their second awakening. Today, being able to personally train a top genius with exceptional talent gave Polsalimian a great sense of accomplishment.

This sense of accomplishment caused the joy in its heart to spread like ripples.

However, recalling Zhou Sichen's tactics just now, Polusalimian had to admit that this kid was indeed very difficult to deal with.

Even now, its two clones are still in extreme pain, as if the burning and freezing sensations brought by the extreme red and blue flames are still spreading across their bodies.

Such talent is truly rare even throughout its long history, and it should not be underestimated.

Thinking this, a complex light flashed in Polsalimian's eyes, a mixture of admiration and a desire to completely conquer.

Thinking of this, Polusalimian's aura suddenly changed, transforming into a blinding flash of light once more, rushing towards Zhou Sichen with lightning speed.

With a "whoosh," a light-speed kick, carrying terrifying power, landed heavily on Zhou Sichen. This kick seemed to carry the force of a thousand pounds, giving Zhou Sichen a full-body spa treatment.

Zhou Sichen felt as if his body had been run over by a giant road roller, with every inch of his skin and every bone enduring unbearable pain.

Zhou Sichen had no way to deal with this terrifyingly powerful guy. He could only do his best to gather his soul power and try his best to resist the tidal wave of damage.

But this "Kizaru" seemed determined to kill him, and he was using this method of torturing him bit by bit, with each attack hitting his vital points precisely, causing his pain to intensify.

Zhou Sichen didn't know how long he had been attacked so frantically, but he felt as if his limbs no longer belonged to him and he had completely lost all feeling in them.

A sharp pain shot through his chest, and he knew in his heart that at least three of his ribs were broken.

"cough……"

He lay on the ground, a mouthful of blood spilling from his mouth. His spiritual power was so weak that it could no longer spread, and his soul power was almost at its limit. He was like an oil lamp about to go out, which could disappear completely at any moment.

At this moment, even breathing became extremely difficult for him; each inhale felt like a knife churning inside his chest.

How could one possibly defeat Borsalimian, who possesses the strength of a ferocious beast, by relying solely on the power of their own martial soul?

Zhou Sichen was almost covered in blood, lying motionless on the ground in a disheveled state. His eyelids were slightly raised, barely revealing a crack.

A blinding golden light hung high above his head, the intense light causing his eyes to water slightly and his vision to become blurred.

Amidst the flashes of golden light, Polusalim arrived beside Zhou Sichen. Its enormous body, a full three meters long, resembled a towering mountain, directly blocking the blinding light source above and shrouding Zhou Sichen in shadow.

"Yo yo, kid, that Fire Lotus attack was pretty powerful just now, why are you crying now?" Polsalion said with a smirk, his face full of mockery.

The eerie voice echoed in the space, like the whispers of a demon, constantly piercing Zhou Sichen's heart.

"Cough cough..."

Zhou Sichen tried to speak with difficulty, but as soon as he opened his mouth, more blood gushed out. His throat felt blocked, and he could no longer make a clear sound.

In less than half an hour, he suffered the most severe injury he had ever sustained.

Without any other skills or "cheat codes" to help him, he was truly as weak and helpless as an infant in front of this ferocious beast, left to be slaughtered at its mercy.

Upon seeing the figure of "Kizaru" clearly, Zhou Sichen subconsciously assumed that this was the Kizaru he had imagined.

Apart from the clothes not being the same and the lack of a cape, his slender figure and the smug expression on his face were exactly the same.

This filled Zhou Sichen with a sense of absurdity, which only intensified at this critical moment of life and death.

But Borsalian knew nothing about One Piece; it was immersed in its own world, mocking Zhou Sichen as it slowly raised one foot.

"Buzzing..."

A dazzling golden light burst forth from its raised right foot, and a vast surge of soul power coursed wildly across it.

The surrounding air was distorted and deformed by this powerful force, making a "hissing" sound.

Given Zhou Sichen's current condition, if this kick lands, he might really be reduced to ashes.

But Zhou Sichen still held onto a sliver of hope. He kept reassuring himself that this was a trial, not a life-or-death battle. He couldn't possibly crush himself underfoot, could he?
Polusalimian seemed to see through Zhou Sichen's thoughts, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice, "Kid, didn't Poisonous Death tell you? If you can't find the exit within half an hour, or if you get captured, you really will die, you know?"

Zhou Sichen's pupils suddenly contracted as he quickly recalled what Du Busi had said before. Du Busi hadn't actually mentioned this point; he had only said that they would face a life-or-death crisis.

He never imagined that this so-called life-or-death crisis would be so straightforward and cruel.

Polusalimian continued, "Although I don't know why Poison-Undying made me take action personally, now that you're lying here, there's no turning back."

As soon as he finished speaking, his raised right foot came crashing down without hesitation, with an aura of destruction.

In that instant, Zhou Sichen truly felt a life-threatening crisis. His heart suddenly raced, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze.

He knew that if he couldn't dodge, the opponent's attack would really land, and he... he would really die!
But now, with no feeling in his limbs and his soul power nearly exhausted, what ability does he have to resist?

A flicker of despair crossed his eyes, but then a surge of resentment welled up within him; he was unwilling to die like this.

In these final moments, his mind raced frantically, desperately searching for even the slightest glimmer of hope.

In Zhou Sichen's half-open, blood-stained, and weary eyes, the golden right foot, carrying world-destroying power, magnified infinitely at a terrifying speed.

The blinding golden light was like countless steel needles piercing his eyes, not only hurting his eyes but also his soul.

At this moment, Zhou Sichen's limbs were numb and he had no feeling at all. The excruciating pain from the broken ribs was like a surging tide, crashing against his nerves wave after wave.

Every breath felt like it was tearing apart my shattered internal organs, bringing excruciating pain.

His soul power was nearly exhausted, and his mental strength was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

He lay helplessly on the cold ground, surrounded by a devastated environment ravaged by the aftermath of the battle, with rubble and dust scattered everywhere.

He was like a lamb to the slaughter, forced to watch helplessly as death drew ever closer.

There was no deliberate slow motion like in movies; everything happened too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to make a final struggle.

There was no pity in Polusalimian's eyes, and the resolute landing of its right foot declared that it truly had no intention of holding back.

The goal is to completely end Zhou Sichen's life in this cruel trial ground, extinguishing the light of his life.

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