Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 319 Stardust Mech

Countless heavy fist shadows intertwined to form an almost impenetrable giant net of death. Titan attempted to completely block Lu Jingming's seemingly precognitive evasion routes by using this method of overwhelming skill with sheer attack density, regardless of cost.

But the more impatient he became, the more unbalanced his mindset became, and the more flaws he made in using his strength.

Lu Jingming's figure appeared even more agile and elusive as a result, occasionally seizing the fleeting opening.

With a light tap of his Black Abyss, the jet-black beam of decomposition always struck his old wounds or new ones with unerring precision, bringing excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone marrow, making his injuries worse and his pain even more intense.

The pervasive, gray aura of decay, like a leech, slowly but surely eroded the last vestiges of life in this Titan Ape, renowned for its power, as time passed.

Lu Jingming stood quietly at the very center of this storm of power, his crimson eyes flashing with red lightning, calmly reflecting all the struggles and helplessness of his opponent.

He elegantly crossed his two guns, one black and one white, waiting for the perfect moment to end everything.

The outcome of this battle was already predetermined from the moment Titan was pulled into the Wither Realm.

Titan is in an unprecedented predicament, and on the other side, Niu Tian is not in much better shape.

Although his cultivation was superior to Titan's, making him a genuine Limit Douluo, he was still completely suppressed by Raiden Mei, who once held the power of thunder.

His Slow Field could barely affect Raiden Mei's ghostly movements, making the figure that moved like lightning appear to slow down a bit.

However, the absolute speed that Raiden Mei displayed by using the power of lightning, even under the suppression of the domain, still far exceeded the reaction limit of Niu Tian's massive dragon body.

The sky was now completely covered by endless, churning, thick thunderclouds.

The blazing white lightning surged and leaped through the clouds like living creatures, resembling countless lurking thunder serpents. Every now and then, it would converge into a thick, terrifying electric snake carrying the power of divine punishment, striking Niu Tian's massive, hundreds-of-meters-long dragon body with precision and ruthlessness.

The hundred-meter-long azure dragon dodged and weaved helplessly amidst the dense thunderstorm. Its magnificent and tough scales were scorched black in large patches by the violent electric current. Wherever its massive tail swept, it left not destructive trenches, but shocking charred marks.

Clearly, he had been seriously injured by the seemingly endless barrage of thunder.

Niu Tian's enormous dragon eyes anxiously gazed at Tang Wutong, who was fiercely battling Wang Qiu'er in the distance, and then glanced out of the corner of his eye at his brother Titan, whose aura was growing weaker and who was struggling to hold on in the Withering Domain.

His heart burned with anxiety, yet he was unable to break through the endless lightning blockade set up by Raiden Mei, let alone get rid of this terrifying opponent who had absolute control over the lightning.

"Oh dear... this is truly... an absolute crisis."

On the other side, Vita's figure retreated with the lightness of weightlessness, her skirt fluttering as she narrowly missed Durandal's spear tip, which descended from the sky and was surrounded by light.

The flying rubble and dust temporarily obscured her figure, but the next second, she appeared a hundred meters away as if by teleportation, her tone still carrying her unique, somewhat nonchalant, even detached, teasing tone.

"Xiao Wei, should I consider a strategic retreat and run away first?"

"what do you mean?"

Durandal halted her rapid, all-encompassing attack, her handsome brows furrowing slightly as she pointed her holy spear diagonally at the ground, warily locking onto her opponent.

She knew Vita's true nature very well—as an existence who inherited the authority and power of the God of Venus, even if she was just a memory and not the real body, she was by no means an easy opponent, and her methods were unpredictable and mysterious.

Therefore, she was on high alert from the very beginning of the encounter, and dared not underestimate her opponent in the slightest because of his always lazy and slack attitude.

But after exchanging blows for dozens of rounds, she keenly noticed something unusual—Vita wasn't fighting at all.

She dodges more than she attacks, and her parries are always perfectly timed before she stops.

Even though her Master Tang Wutong was currently engaged in a fierce battle and facing numerous dangers, this Servant, who should theoretically be doing her best to protect her Master, still appeared calm and composed, even somewhat... detached and leisurely.

It was as if Tang Wutong's life or death had nothing to do with Vita herself.

"The Holy Grail War, well, it's definitely very interesting~"

Vita extended her slender finger and gently touched her luscious red lips. Her smile was charming and alluring, yet a hint of unsettling danger lurked deep within her eyes.

Those incredibly beautiful eyes shimmered with a strange light that seemed to penetrate the veil of reality, as if gazing upon deeper rules and truths that ordinary people could not reach.

"But in the end, this is still a stage carefully set up by someone else. I, Xiaowei, don't like playing an insignificant supporting role in someone else's script, a role that could be played out at any time—"

She paused, her smile deepening. "My 'sister,' who always likes to hide and observe everything, probably... thinks the same way I do, right?"

Yulandel stared into Vita's all-seeing eyes, and a strong, inexplicable sense of déjà vu suddenly welled up in her heart, as if she had seen those eyes that could see through everything on someone before.

She was straightforward and honest, and her actions were always upright and direct. She was by no means stupid or dull-witted. Moreover, her intuition, honed through countless battles, was always frighteningly sharp.

Her intuition was sending her a frantic warning—Vita hadn't shown any strong desire to fight, but that didn't mean she was harmless or without ulterior motives.

Beneath that seemingly nonchalant, even somewhat dismissive attitude, there is a strong possibility that something extremely detrimental to their side is being plotted... As for whether this plot is good or bad for others, only heaven knows.

"Although I have absolutely no idea what you're planning,"

Yulandel gripped the Black Abyss White Flower tightly in her hand, her blue eyes becoming as sharp as unsheathed swords, and the energy around her began to surge.

"But my gut feeling is warning me—I have to finish you off right here, right here!"

If you can't figure out a conspiracy, then don't bother thinking about it anymore.

Her consistent style is to crush all schemes with absolute power.

She suddenly raised the holy spear high, and the void behind her trembled. A huge, majestic, armored warrior phantom wielding a sword and shield suddenly appeared.

At the same time, the propulsion wings on her magnificent armor instantly expanded to their limit, spewing out a dazzling stream of blue light particles. The powerful thrust propelled her figure like a brilliant comet tearing through the sky, synchronized with the enormous phantom spirit, launching a merciless and deadly attack towards Vita.

Its power was so great that it seemed to penetrate the entire space.

"Oh dear...really, this is way too hasty."

Vita looked at the approaching Durandal, which was carrying destructive energy, and sighed with a headache, but her tone did not reveal much real panic.

She hadn't expected that Yulandal, who should have been relatively easy to fool, would completely ignore her rhetoric and performance this time, relying solely on brute force and giving her no room to maneuver.

"I don't know which damned bastard corrupted Durandal, who used to be so easy to fool... no, so innocent, and made her so unlovable."

On the other side, Lu Jingming, who was maintaining the Wither Domain to suppress the Titan Giant Ape, suddenly sneezed without warning. He rubbed his nose in confusion, then focused all his attention back on the battle in front of him.

Although he held an absolute advantage, he still had to be wary of the Titan Giant Ape's possible last-ditch counterattack. After all, it had lived for countless years and was the second sect master of the Clear Sky Sect under God King Tang San. Who knew if Tang San had left him some insidious means to perish together with it?

Facing an opponent who completely refuses to communicate and whose only thought is to "get her out of the game," even Vita felt somewhat helpless and frustrated.

"In that case——"

Since words failed to persuade her, Vita finally abandoned her lazy and perfunctory attitude.

Her expression instantly became sharp and confident, and an indescribable aura rose from her alluring body.

She hovered in mid-air and slowly raised her fair right hand.

Her magnificent and intricate skirt, as ornate as peacock feathers, fluttered silently behind her. Her semi-transparent black stockings perfectly outlined her long, straight legs. Her overall posture exuded both a fatal allure and an inviolable, awe-inspiring divinity.

"Star Chaser—travel with me!"

As she called out, the void in front of her began to peel away and shatter like broken glass.

Deep within the distorted and shattered spatial rift, a colossal mech, nearly a hundred meters tall and suffocatingly large, slowly stepped out.

The mecha's body, emerald green yet gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, exudes a streamlined sense of power. The compound eyes on the mecha's head, like emeralds, suddenly light up, scanning the battlefield.

Blue high-energy currents constantly jumped and coiled around its body, emitting a "buzzing" sound, which was a sign that its internal energy core was operating at an overclocked frequency.

Even more eye-catching is the back of the mecha—twelve long, sharp, feather-like floating swords float in mid-air, forming a pair of huge and dazzling emerald green wings.

The wings of light shone with a brilliance like stars, and as they swayed gently, they resembled a phoenix spreading its wings in mythology, perfectly blending technology and mystery.

(End of this chapter)