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

Chapter 367 The End of the Master-Disciple Battle
Under the onslaught of the undead army, Joan of Arc and Aglaia were forced to divert their attention to protecting Ning Tian, ​​Wu Feng, and other students with slightly weaker cultivation levels, causing their offensive to slow down.

Zhongli Wu and the others finally seized this fleeting opportunity and began to fight and retreat, trying to get rid of Xuanzi and the others and escape from this battlefield.

"Chase them! We absolutely cannot let these evil spirit masters escape."

Xuanzi roared, but the Shrek Seven Devils were not about to give up. They unleashed their soul power and launched an even fiercer attack, relentlessly pursuing the main force of the Holy Spirit Cult, showing no signs of stopping until the very end.

On the other side, Mai, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Artoria and Cú Chulainn, suddenly stopped.

She seemed to vaguely sense that Huo Yuhao was in great danger in the distance, and her heart tightened.

She subconsciously looked in the direction of Tang San and the Mirror Stream battlefield. The familiar and warm aura coming from there made her heart surge, and she longed to go and find out what was going on. Perhaps it was her family, someone she had forgotten.

On one side might be her family from before she lost her memory, and on the other side is her 'husband' Huo Yuhao, who is trapped in a siege and needs rescue.

A hint of struggle and hesitation flashed across Xiao Wu's exquisite face.

Finally, she gazed deeply at the distant horizon, as if trying to etch that warm feeling into her heart, then stomped her foot and hardened her heart.

"Yuhao needs me more."

She ceased fighting, her body radiating intense pink light. She forcefully tore apart the space around her, and with a flash, she disappeared into the spatial rift, rushing towards Huo Yuhao's location.

"Phew... Ha... That crazy rabbit is finally gone..."

Cú Chulainn could no longer hold on, and the demonic spear in his hand pierced through the Deaththorn Spear and fell to the ground with a clang.

He staggered backward and fell heavily to one knee. His blue body armor was tattered and covered with terrible marks. Crimson blood seeped from countless wounds, staining the ground beneath him.

He was breathing heavily, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain in his lungs, clearly indicating severe internal organ damage.

But there was no sign of dejection on his arrogant face. Instead, he gave a pained yet still manic smile and looked up at Artoria not far away.

"Hey, King of Knights... this was really... intense! You almost got kicked back to the Throne of Heroes by that rabbit, haha... cough!"

The laughter aggravated his injuries, causing him to cough uncontrollably, the spittle of which was tinged with blood.

Artoria is in slightly better condition, but she is still suffering great losses.

She deactivated her silver-white armor, revealing a blue battle skirt beneath, and the Excalibur in her hand vanished in specks of golden light.

Her golden hair was slightly disheveled, and beads of sweat glistened on her smooth forehead. Though she was tired, her emerald green eyes still maintained the composure and majesty of a queen.

She walked up to Cú Chulainn and looked at the Son of Light from Celtic mythology, known for his wildness and bravery, who was now disheveled yet still spirited. A hint of respect and... admiration flashed in her eyes.

"lancer".

Her voice remained clear and serious, but it lacked some of the sharpness she displayed on the battlefield.

"Your bravery is astonishing. If you hadn't tied down some of her energy, I probably wouldn't have been able to hold on until now."

“Hey… this kind of polite talk doesn’t sound like something you would say, Saber.”

Cú Chulainn grinned, revealing his sharp canines, and tried to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, only to make himself look even more disheveled.

"It was just a fun match. The opponent was strong, and it was a great fight. That's enough. But you, who are not usually this kind of hard-fought fighter, ended up going crazy with me this time."

Artoria shook her head slightly, her expression serious, and said, "As a knight, fighting alongside your comrades, you must naturally give it your all."

She paused, watching Cú Chulainn's body gradually become transparent and begin to emit black particles, her tone slightly lower.

"It seems... your time has come."

Cú Chulainn looked down at his fading hand, but instead of feeling fear, he laughed even more freely.

"Ah...it seems so. This body has long since reached its limit. It's a miracle it's lasted this long. Tsk, really, it hasn't had enough of this world's wine yet..."

He struggled to stand up, but felt somewhat powerless.

Artoria reached out her hand, not to help him up, but in an equal, warrior-to-war manner, so that he could use her strength to steady himself.

“Lancer, I, Artoria Pendragon, acknowledge your marksmanship and martial prowess.”

Artoria looked at him and said solemnly.

"Ha, gaining the Knight King's approval makes this trip worthwhile."

Cú Chulainn laughed heartily, his eyes growing ever sharper and brighter despite his body rapidly dissipating.

"Well then, it's up to you now, Saber. Don't lose easily after I leave the stage, or I'll laugh at you."

"I swear by the honor of the King of Knights, I will fight to the very end."

Artoria responded firmly.

"That's good... Haha... This Holy Grail War is really interesting..."

Cú Chulainn's voice gradually faded, and most of his body had turned into black specks of light. Only his bright eyes still burned with an indomitable fighting spirit as he took one last look at the battlefield and the Knight King before him.

"Let's have another good fight next time... Goodbye, King Arthur!"

As his words fell, his final form transformed into countless dazzling particles of light, drifting upwards like fireflies before disappearing completely into the air.

Only the marks left by the demonic spear in the arena remain, proving that the Child of Light once fought fiercely here.

Artoria stood quietly, gazing at the spot where Cú Chulainn had disappeared. A complex emotion flickered in her emerald eyes, but it was quickly replaced by unwavering resolve.

On the other side of the battlefield, far from the hustle and bustle of the main battlefield, another duel is also nearing its end.

The atmosphere here is completely different from the wild and intense atmosphere of Cú Chulainn. It is more stagnant and deadly. The air seems to be filled with invisible sword intent, and every breath is cold and sharp.

Silky stood upright like a pine tree, motionless in place.

The long sword in her hand pointed diagonally at the ground. The blade was dull and lifeless, yet it seemed to absorb all the light and sound around it, emanating a chilling aura.

Her expression remained indifferent, her eyes as calm as an eternal, unchanging pool, without the slightest ripple.

Her opponent, her disciple, 'Young Master' Dadalia, appeared extremely disheveled at this moment.

His body was enveloped in deep purple, extremely unstable lightning and water vapor, a sign that the Evil Eye was overdrawn and on the verge of backlash.

His usual water-shaped twin blades had long since shattered and dissipated; what was barely supporting him now was a constantly flickering lightning spear formed from his last remaining strength.

His magnificent demon king armor was badly damaged, his body was covered with fine, deep sword wounds that revealed the bone, blood soaked through his clothes, and blood foam kept oozing from the corners of his mouth.

But in his blue eyes burned an almost insane, burning fighting spirit, and a hint of... exhilaration?
"Hehe...hehe..."

Dadalia was panting heavily, his laughter hoarse but full of satisfaction.

"As expected of... a teacher... indeed, still... out of reach..."

Skirk looked at him quietly, her voice cold and indifferent, revealing neither the joy of victory nor the sorrow of her disciple's impending death. "Your 'Demon King Armament' is more skillfully controlled than last time, but it is still dominated by the raging power rather than controlled by it. There are too many flaws."

"Haha...cough cough..."

D'Artagnan coughed up another mouthful of blood, but the maniacal smile on his face became even more pronounced.

"Because... this kind of fighting... is truly exhilarating, pushing the limits... beyond the limits... that's what I'm pursuing."

His gaze passed over Silky and looked toward the battle between Mirror Stream and Tang San, as well as the battle between Shrek Academy and the Holy Spirit Cult. He sighed, "It's a pity I couldn't fight against more powerful opponents. It's a bit of a regret."

Bai Xiuxiu, who had been watching the entire battle with bated breath, had a slightly pale face and her small hands unconsciously clenched tightly in front of her chest.

As the princess of the Demon Soul Great White Shark, she was no stranger to life-or-death battles, but the fierceness, decisiveness, and will contained in this duel between master and disciple deeply shocked her.

She witnessed her senior brother Tartaglia's almost self-destructive fighting style, and also her master Skork's swordsmanship, which was extremely precise, without any redundancy, and every move was aimed directly at the flaws.

This was a battle of guidance with no suspense, but also a battle that... transformed her spirit.

Silky seemed to sigh softly, so softly that it was almost imperceptible, as if it were merely the wind's illusion.

"The journey ends here, Ajax."

She finally moved.

His figure flashed like a ghost, not rushing forward, but as if merging into the gap in space, and appeared in front of Datalia in the next moment.

The longsword, radiating a chilling aura, was silently thrust out with a speed beyond visual perception.

There were no dazzling light effects, no violent energy bursts.

Only the ultimate restraint and the ultimate sharpness.

Tadalia did not attempt to block, nor was he able to.

The last glimmer in his eyes was one of relief, the satisfaction of fighting his mentor with all his might, and perhaps a trace of regret for not being able to fight other powerful beings from other worlds.

The longsword pierced his heart with precision, and the extreme cold instantly froze his life force.

Goodbye, teacher!

With his last ounce of strength, he managed to squeeze out a few barely audible words, and the maniacal smile on his face slowly froze and finally dissipated.

Skirk withdrew her longsword, and Dadalia swayed before falling forward.

She didn't help him up, but just watched quietly as her warlike, fanatical disciple, who ultimately died in battle, collapsed on the cold ruins.

The black light particles dissipated with the wind, and the young master, Datalia, exited the stage.

Skirk's expression was cold. If it were the original world, where the young master was the original body, as a teacher, she would have shown mercy, just like before, dealing with Dadalia with only one hand, for fear of going too far and accidentally killing him.

But right now, what's here is just the young master's memory; he's merely a summoned servant, so there's no need to hold back.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Bai Xiuxiu instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock.

She witnessed her master end her senior brother's life with his own hands, so calmly, so... naturally.

Is this the world of the strong?
Kirk turned around and his gaze fell on the new disciple, Bai Xiuxiu. His gaze remained calm, but it seemed to carry an indescribable emotion.

"Did you see that clearly, Xiuxiu?"

Her voice remained cold and aloof.

"The essence of power is not a frenzied outburst. Uncontrolled power will eventually backfire, whether it is his evil eye or the wildness of the soul beast within you."

She paused, looking in the direction where Dadalia had disappeared.

"As for your senior brother, he was a qualified warrior, and I was just seeing him off as a warrior."

Bai Xiuxiu took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart.

She looked at her master, then at the direction where her senior brother had disappeared, seemingly understanding something, yet also seemingly even more confused.

But she knew that her master was teaching her a crucial lesson in the most direct and cruel way.

Silky's gaze narrowed slightly as she swept her eyes over the distant core battlefield, which was erupting with terrifying energy fluctuations as if it were the end of the world.

The confrontation between Poseidon Tang San and Jing Liu, the fierce battle between the Great Lord of Annihilation and the Immortal Boat General high in the sky, and the auras that erupted everywhere that made her feel wary... the energy level there had already soared to an unbelievable level.

She no longer had any hesitation.

At least, she would never rashly join those battles until Bai Xiuxiu was safe.

In her fight with D'Artagnan just now, both sides deliberately contained most of the aftershocks, keeping the battle within a very small area, which is why Bai Xiuxiu, who was watching from the sidelines, was unharmed.

But in the ensuing chaos, there will never be such tacit understanding again.

Those beings engaged in the battle were all monsters capable of easily influencing celestial phenomena and tearing apart space; the aftershocks of their battle were enough to crush a Title Douluo.

With Bai Xiuxiu's current strength, even if she were only grazed by a wisp of scattered energy, she would definitely die.

Even Skykirk herself couldn't say for sure that she could escape unscathed from the chaotic center of the battlefield.

The most urgent task is to take Xiuxiu away temporarily, away from this place of trouble.

Her power has not yet returned to its peak. With her super adaptability and growth potential, she only needs time to become even stronger than she is now.

"Let's go, Xiuxiu."

Silky's voice was cold and clear. She stopped looking in the direction where her disciple had fallen and turned to walk in the opposite direction from the core battlefield.

"This storm is not one we should be getting involved in right now."

Bai Xiuxiu watched her master's retreating figure, then glanced back at the terrifying scene of the sky and earth changing color in the distance. She subconsciously shivered and quickly followed.

She understood that her master's decision was correct.

At the same time, Lu Jingming, who was rapidly recovering with the help of the Black Abyss White Flower and the Great Compassion Tree King, suddenly stopped.

He clearly sensed that the Holy Grail, as the core of the Holy Grail War, had suddenly increased its accumulated, vast, and obscure energy.

"Two more Servants have been eliminated..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes showing not regret but rather a hint of expected expectation.

(End of this chapter)