Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in Dragon King

Chapter 118 The Powerful Qian Mo and the Suppressed Long Yue
The audience shouted the names of Monster Academy and Long Yue, and the atmosphere was as heated as a hot oil pan with water poured on it.

In the Shrek Academy waiting area, Le Zhengyu said to Qian Mo, "Amo, how are you? Do you feel any pressure?"

Qian Mo said proudly: "There shouldn't be anyone in the younger generation who can make me feel pressured."

"come on!"

After Dai Tianling finished his speech, the final officially began.

Qian Mo and Long Yue stepped onto the competition stage at the same time, each coming to their own side, facing each other from a distance of hundreds of meters.

The referee is an old man with a restrained aura, but he is obviously a very famous powerful soul master on the Star Luo Continent to be able to serve as the referee for this game.

"The rules for this final are the same as the previous games. Ten-second countdown!"

"Ten, nine, eight,..., three, two, one, start!"

A powerful aura emanated from Long Yue. The giant dragon shadow that had appeared during the battle against Le Zhengyu reappeared behind him. The dragon, carrying a city on its back, stretched its body and let out a deep roar.

Qian Mo raised his eyebrows, his golden pupils emitted a strange glow, and a golden sword shadow flashed through the void.

In an instant, the giant dragon head carrying the city flew up and fell to the ground.

Long Yue's momentum plummeted and he took two steps back.

On the rostrum, Dean Enci, who had originally had a calm look, suddenly sat up straight, his eyes full of disbelief.

He knew very well how domineering the Mountain Dragon King was, but when he faced Qian Mo just now, after just one encounter and a clash of momentum, the Mountain Dragon King's head was cut off. What exactly was Qian Mo's martial spirit!
Long Yue knew that continuing like this would only waste his energy. With a low shout, six spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, rapidly guarding him. Then, his body swelled up like a mountain, and a massive tail appeared behind him.

"Gaoshan!" Long Yue shouted.

He raised his hands to the sky, and a towering mountain suddenly rose into the sky. It was clearly not a real mountain, but at that moment, it seemed as if a mountain really appeared on the entire competition stage.

Qian Mo flapped his wings and flew up, the mountains continued to rise, and he slashed down with the Holy Cross Sword in his hand. A golden light streaked across the sky, the mountains and rivers shattered, and a wide crack was split between the mountains.

Qian Mo Liao turned into a golden stream of light, passed through the crack, and in an instant came in front of Long Yue, slashing at Long Yue's chest with a sword.

“Boom——” There was a raging flame in Long Yue’s eyes, and a hint of madness began to appear deep in his eyes.

He flicked his right hand in the air, and a double-pointed spear materialized within his grasp. The spear was ten meters long, as thick as a human waist, and tan in color. It was made of an unknown substance. He grasped the spear with both hands and swung it across, colliding with Qian Mo's Sacred Cross Sword.

"boom--"

Two figures, one gold and one brown, collided repeatedly on the stage. The holy sword and the spear met, sparks flew, and the movements opened and closed violently. Every violent roar caused the stage to shake violently.

Enci on the rostrum looked at the two figures on the stage with an indescribable solemnity in his eyes. As a top-level expert, he keenly realized that Long Yue was already at a disadvantage.

Long Yue's spear could no longer keep up with the attacking rhythm of Qian Mo's holy sword. Their sword and spear skills were on a completely different level. Long Yue's proud spear skills seemed particularly immature next to Qian Mo's swordsmanship. The two's clashes became increasingly fierce, but more and more people noticed that the sword light on the competition stage was getting brighter and brighter, completely covering the shadow of Long Yue's wielding spear. The protrusions on Long Yue's body, as dense as mountains and rivers, were slashed away by the sword light, and then disappeared into the air as a flash of light.

"River!" Long Yue growled, and his second soul ring shone. He had to use his second soul skill.

Huge torrents rushed out from the sky and the ground at the same time, and the entire competition stage instantly turned into a place where countless rivers converge.

"Swamp!" The third soul ring lit up again, and a brown light instantly enlarged and enveloped Qian Mo, slowing down his movements.

"Hmph!" Qian Mo snorted coldly, and a ray of holy light hit him. Holy flames ignited around him out of thin air, and the swamp covering him was instantly ignited. The purifying power contained in the holy flames was completely eliminated in an instant.

The golden light on the Holy Cross Sword pierced through the surging river fiercely. The hard scales on Long Yue's body were ignored and the sword pierced into Long Yue's shoulder.

The glaring blood flowed out from the wound on the shoulder. Enci stood up from his seat in shock. Long Yue's defensive ability was obvious to all. He did not expect that the hard scales covering the surface would be so vulnerable to the Holy Cross Sword.

"Roar!" Long Yue let out a painful roar. The rusty smell of blood made his eyes red, and endless madness surged in his eyes.

"Mountains and rivers!" On the competition stage, Long Yue shouted wildly, and mountains and rivers rose from the ground.

"Rivers!" Large rivers crisscross the mountains and rivers, like a picture of mountains, rivers and the country.

Long Yue disappeared in the mountains and rivers, and there was only endless pressure coming from all directions.

Soul skills can merge with each other to produce this kind of domain-like ability. Qian Mo glanced at it casually and understood it in his heart.

The surrounding mountains and rivers suddenly began to collapse, and huge rocks fell from the sky and smashed towards him. On the ground, the Yangtze River was rushing and sweeping straight towards Qian Mo's location.

"Judgement!"

Amidst the mountains and rivers, a dazzling sword light burst out, and the shadow of a long sword that seemed to be able to pierce through the sky and earth rushed out, shattering the mountains and rivers and turning the rivers upside down.

Seeing this scene, several people in the spectator seats stood up. Ye Xinglan stared at the shadow of the long sword with her beautiful eyes, full of disbelief, and muttered to herself.

"Sword Spirit!" Enci exclaimed in disbelief, "How is that possible? How old is he?"

There were many powerful people present, and they all recognized that the sword that Qian Mo used to break through the blockade of mountains and rivers had entered the realm of sword soul.

They didn't expect that Qian Mo was actually a real sword genius.

Qian Mo was flying in the air, with countless sacred flying feathers surrounding him like a swimming dragon. Each exquisite flying feather was attached with a strong sword intent of judgment, which greatly increased its power.

"Go!" Qian Mo whispered softly, and thousands of sacred flying feathers fell like raindrops. Long Yue stepped on the ground, and a brown mud rushed up from the ground, but was pierced by the sacred flying feathers in an instant, and could not withstand the speed of the sacred flying feathers at all.

Immediately afterwards, another mountain suddenly emerged from below, but the solid mountains were shattered like paper by the sacred flying feathers in the sky.

(End of this chapter)