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

Chapter 373 Mirror Flow and Thunder Call

In the midst of the fierce battle with Durandal, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Vita's all-seeing eyes.

A knowing, slightly amused smile curved her lips.

Mind Communication Channel - Masked Fool's Internal Encrypted Line - Connected.

Fireworks: "Ding-dong~ Your 'A Little Bit' fireworks order has been delivered to the designated location. Dear sister, is the navigation service activated? The fun here is getting impatient! (≧▽≦)/"

While elegantly directing the Star Guardians to fend off Durandal's charge, Vita calmly responded in her mind.

"Heh... what an impatient 'good sister'. The coordinates have already been calculated. Thanks to the pioneering work of some unknown being, the spacetime node leading to that parallel world is as conspicuous as a torn-open pocket."

Hanabi: "Great! Let's start the party and turn all this boring hatred and destruction into fireworks that lead to a new paradise."

Vita: "Agreed. To lead the predetermined end of fate to an unpredictable detour... isn't that itself the embodiment of ultimate wisdom and joy? The spacetime coordinates have been sent. The rest is up to you, 'Mischievous One'."

Fireworks: "Got it~ Watch me!"

The communication was interrupted silently.

Vita remained focused on the battle at hand, even managing to slip in a meaningful smile at Durandal.

"It's not good to be distracted during battle, Miss Valkyrie. However, perhaps soon we will have a bigger 'stage'."

Durandal's handsome brows furrowed suddenly. Her powerful intuition warned her that her elegant opponent was plotting something extremely troublesome and even dangerous.

Without further hesitation, she gripped the Black Abyss White Flower tightly in both hands. The brilliant light began to concentrate intensely, the spear trembled, and emitted a melodious hum—the Holy Lance was about to unleash its true power.

Seeing this, Vita slightly restrained her elegant and composed demeanor, and a hint of seriousness appeared in her eyes.

The long-awaited fun was about to begin, and she didn't want to be kicked out prematurely at the last minute due to carelessness. That would be completely against her aesthetic sense and would make her depressed for a long time.

The floating sword wings behind the Starduster suddenly unfolded completely, and electromagnetic light waves transformed into layers of concentric green circles that expanded and contracted violently. A massive amount of energy gathered in front of his chest, and several extremely blazing green destructive beams erupted, meeting Durandal's Holy Lance Unleashed.

Two different beams of light collided in mid-air, creating a ring-shaped energy shockwave that tore through the void.

"All you can do is dodge? Is that what you call wisdom?"

Durandal shouted coldly, and the light of the Holy Lance burned even brighter as it ripped through the sky with a single thrust.

Vita leaped back gracefully, and the Starduster's mechanical arm parried the deadly spear tip at just the right moment, sending up a trail of dazzling sparks.

She still wore that enigmatic smile, her voice coming through the hum of the mecha.

"Patience is a virtue. True wisdom lies in waiting for the best opportunity, rather than blindly venting one's energy. A bigger 'drama' is about to unfold, so why rush to determine the winner at this moment?"

She wasn't in a hurry to determine a winner; she was waiting, waiting for Hanabi to find that point in time and space, waiting for Hanabi to prepare the grand fireworks display.

Compared to this side, the battle on Jingliu's side is much more intense.

The sword light was like the cold moonlight, and the chilling sword energy almost froze and shattered the space itself.

Jingliu's offensive, like her personality, was aloof, pure, and extremely efficient, without the slightest superfluous movement.

Every time she swung her sword, it aimed directly at the weakest point of Tang San's divine consciousness clone.

Tang San's spiritual clone was already in a sorry state.

The light of the Trident of Poseidon dimmed, and the divine power it had gathered was repeatedly cleaved and annihilated by the seemingly simple yet extremely powerful sword strikes.

His prized skills seemed somewhat inadequate in the face of Mirror Stream's swordsmanship, which seemed capable of severing cause and effect and freezing time.

"God King, is that all?"

Jingliu's cool voice rang out, carrying a hint of...disappointment?
"Your struggle is pointless."

Just as she was about to unleash her decisive sword strike to completely annihilate this wisp of divine consciousness—

"Mirror Flow—!!!"

A roar, brimming with centuries of pent-up hatred and humiliation, exploded like thunder.

A figure wreathed in violent blood energy charged into the arena at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, a battle blade carrying the power to shatter mountains and split the earth, fiercely slashing towards Jingliu's back.

It was Hu Lei who finally arrived at the battlefield. At this moment, all he could see was the figure who had defeated him and imprisoned him in the Dark Prison for hundreds of years.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Jingliu didn't even turn his head before slashing out with his sword.

clang--! ! !
A deafening clang of metal clashing erupted.

The sword tip precisely struck the weakest point of the blade's power, seemingly effortless, yet containing immense force, forcefully deflecting Hu Lei's furious attack.

The violent shockwave churning the surrounding ground down another three feet.

Jingliu turned around, his blood-red eyes sweeping indifferently over Hulei's face, which was contorted with rage.

"Oh it's you."

Her tone was flat and indifferent, as if she had only recognized an insignificant insect.

"Bu Liren's battle head, hundreds of years of imprisonment, it seems that you have not learned to judge the situation."

These seemingly casual words, like the sharpest needle, pierced Hu Lei's heart, instantly detonating all his humiliation.

"Shut up, I'm going to kill you."

Hu Lei went completely mad, burning his primal power recklessly. His blood energy surged violently as he lunged at Jing Liu once more, a desperate attempt to take Jing Liu down with him.

Jingliu frowned almost imperceptibly, seemingly annoyed by this unexpected troublemaker.

But her sword did not stop at all. The cold sword light shone again, like moonlight falling, accurately and efficiently meeting Hu Lei's desperate attack.

Your anger only makes us laugh.

At the same time, an incomparably dazzling silver light descended from the sky, and a powerful dragon's might instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

A stunningly beautiful figure appeared silently, with silver hair and purple eyes, possessing unparalleled elegance; it was none other than the true form of the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena.

Gu Yue, who had been watching from the sidelines, did not hesitate at all. He transformed into a stream of light and instantly merged into his main body.

Gu Yuena's aura instantly became more harmonious and powerful. Her cold purple dragon eyes immediately locked onto the divine consciousness clone of the Sea God Tang San, who had gained a brief respite due to Hu Lei's intervention.

Without a word, Gu Yuena raised her hand and unleashed a torrent of elements condensed to the extreme—earth, fire, water, wind, light, darkness, space… Multiple elements were perfectly fused together, transforming into a destructive seven-colored beam of light that shot towards Tang San with a deafening roar.

"Silver Dragon King?! It's you! How did you end up here?!" Tang San's divine consciousness clone showed an expression of disbelief and shock at this moment.

He had calculated everything, but he never expected that the Lord of Soul Beasts, the Silver Dragon King who had been hiding on the Douluo Continent, would appear at this time and place, and... directly attack him.

This made him, who had just caught his breath, turn pale.

Just when it seemed that Hu Lei's arrival had brought a glimmer of hope, the Silver Dragon King immediately took over Jing Liu's position and relentlessly pursued him.

The roar of thunder shook the heavens, and the pair of ferocious blood moon battle blades in his hands hummed, with dark red blood light flowing on the blades as if they were alive.

The electric arcs around his body no longer flickered, but exploded completely, transforming into raging lightning snakes that coiled around him. His already imposing physique became even more muscular, with veins bulging, as if a ferocious beast was awakening within him.

Bu Liren's unique Moon Frenzy state has been fully activated, with rationality replaced by pure killing desire and berserk power.

"Jingliu, the humiliation of hundreds of years of imprisonment will be washed away with your blood today!"

Hu Lei's voice was hoarse and full of pressure. Bu Liren's abnormal vitality and recovery ability were on full display. The tiny wound that had been cut by the sword energy earlier was healed almost instantly after he finished speaking, leaving only a faint red mark.

He stomped his foot on the ground, causing it to explode. His figure transformed into a streak of blood and lightning, his battle blade tearing through the sky with a piercing, ghostly shriek as it slashed at Jingliu from an extremely tricky and bizarre angle, like a raging storm.

The offensive continued relentlessly, seemingly without end.

Jingliu's figure appeared increasingly ethereal amidst the ferocious onslaught, like a snowflake that would never fall in the center of a blizzard.

Her movements were mysterious; each subtle shift left a lingering, lifelike afterimage, subtly deflecting and misleading Hu Lei's deadly attack.

His true form appeared in the blind spot of Hu Lei's attack in an instant, his long sword thrusting out silently like a shooting star in the cold night—it was his exquisite swordsmanship, Liu Ying Fang Hui.

scoff!

The icy blade grazed Hu Lei's ribs with unparalleled precision, not only drawing out a spray of blood but also causing tiny ice crystals to instantly freeze deep within the wound.

Extremely cold ice elemental damage is injected frantically, attempting to freeze its flesh and slow down its energy flow.

However, Hu Lei's body suddenly blazed with intense blood light, pushing Bu Liren's powerful physique and immortality to their limits.

The flesh at the wound writhed wildly as if it had a life of its own, forcefully expelling most of the invading cold air. The deep wound, which exposed bone, contracted and healed with each breath, leaving only a thin layer of white frost on the surface of the skin.

"It's no use, Jingliu. You couldn't kill me last time, and you can't this time either. Your ice can't seal my boiling battle blood."

Hu Lei laughed wildly and suddenly spun around. His battle blade was not simply swung, but rather stirred the atmosphere with an ancient battle dance posture, instantly creating a blood-red blade storm that covered an area of ​​tens of meters in radius.

Countless crimson blades formed a tangible wall of storm light, possessing not only terrifying cutting power but also a foul aura that disturbed the mind and eroded energy, completely sealing off all of Mirror Flow's escape routes and forcing him into a direct confrontation.

"The prison has failed to quell your madness, only adding to your misery."

Jingliu's voice remained clear and ethereal, without the slightest hint of emotion.

Her swordplay suddenly changed, no longer limited to the swift thrusts of Liu Ying Fang Hui. Her sword momentum was like a cold spring under the moon, flowing gently and penetrating everywhere.

Each sword strike precisely targeted the weakest point in the Blood Blade Storm. The icy sword energy, as if possessing a life of its own, pierced through the gaps in the storm, leaving deeper and more fatal wounds on Hu Lei's body, with frost continuously accumulating.

Unable to break through after a prolonged attack and suffering repeated wounds, Hu Lei's frenzy intensified.

He leaped backward, his blade plunging into the ground.

"Boom——!"

A muffled thud sounded, like the beating of a war drum.

With his battle blade at its core, an incredibly complex, massive crimson magic circle, exuding a strong stench of blood, suddenly unfolded on the ground.

"Blood Thunder Surges!"

The next moment, twisted tentacles formed from a mixture of blood energy and raging lightning surged wildly out of the magic circle, grabbing at Jing Liu in an overwhelming manner.

At the same time, Hu Lei's own blood energy was like ignited explosives, his skin turned crimson, and his attack speed and power surged once again.

He stopped approaching and instead continuously swung his battle blade from a distance. One after another, incredibly condensed, crescent-shaped Blood Moon Slashes sliced ​​through the air, shooting towards Jingliu like locusts, forming a firepower coverage network with the Blood Lightning tentacles on the ground.

"Let's see how long you can hide."

Hu Lei's maniacal laughter echoed amidst the roaring sounds.

However, at this seemingly hopeless moment, the air around Jingliu suddenly froze, and the extreme cold no longer radiated outwards, but instead collapsed wildly inwards.

The crimson light in her eyes grew increasingly eerie, and the new moon and full moon state was activated.

Her long, silvery-white hair danced wildly without wind, the ends tinged with a faint frost-like hue.

Strength, speed, and control over the power of frost instantly reached a new peak.

She stopped dodging.

Faced with the overwhelming blood-red lightning tentacles and the dense blood moon slashes, she actually went against the current.

"Hanchuan...Yingyue!"

With a low, cold murmur, the longsword in her hand disappeared, replaced by countless bursts of icy moonlight.

These moonbeams were not simple sword energies; they were like living spirits, drawing countless elegant yet deadly arcs in the air, precisely shattering every Blood Moon Slash and severing every incoming Blood Lightning tentacle.

Furthermore, a portion of the moonlight pierced through the dense blockade and struck Hu Lei once again, as if by teleportation.

This is a high-speed slashing feast that perfectly combines speed and lethality under the influence of the new moon and full moon.

Hu Lei roared and endured the attack with his immortality, and his wounds continued to heal rapidly, but the healing speed visibly slowed down.

Each time he was struck by the moonlight, an even deeper, more extreme chill would penetrate his body, like a bone-deep infection, frantically eroding his vitality and soul, and even beginning to subtly suppress his proud regenerative abilities.

He roared and launched a counterattack, his battle blade crashing down with the force of splitting mountains, powerful enough to shatter them.

Instead of retreating, Jing Liu advanced. In the new moon and full moon phases, her movements were so fast that they exceeded the limits of visual perception.

"Frost Soul... One Turn!"

She sidestepped with the slightest difference, perfectly avoiding the sharp edge of the heavy blow, while the tip of her sword, as if it had been waiting there, pointed out lightly and nimbly.

A highly refined, extremely cold sword aura, not seeking destruction, but like a precise scalpel, instantly cut into the node where the power of the thunderous roar was circulating, forcibly interrupting his attack and bringing a significant freezing effect, causing his movements to freeze.

(End of this chapter)