Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 183: Unparalleled in the World!

When Ingwell, one of the Storm's Wings, the Knight of the Lost Land, appeared before the veteran, the solemnity in O'Neil's eyes reached its peak.

Ingwell remained silent, gripping his halberd, his empty eyes showing no pity as he faced his former comrade.

"drink!"

O'Neal let out a roar, his voice filled with the clanging of swords and spears:

"On my command! Charge!"

As he raised the battle flag high and waved it fiercely, an invisible aura suddenly spread out from him, the patterns of battle techniques appeared under his feet, and a vigorous fighting spirit instantly soared into the sky!

They shall be under my command!

The combat technique of raising the military flag high and issuing commands with a brave posture.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The spirit soldiers who had regrouped from the underworld and responded to the general's call instantly answered! Enhanced by their combat skills, their oppressive aura intensified significantly, making them, already elite soldiers, even more powerful!
Four soldiers stood at the forefront in a sharp triangular formation, their two spears piercing the Ingwell Thrust like fangs, while two crossbows were already raised, ready to fire.

The other four soldiers followed closely behind, their blades drawn and spread out like eagle wings, attempting to pincer attack and blockade from both sides.

Well-trained and with excellent teamwork.

They were prepared to either crush or hold off this powerful Storm Rider with their military formation!
However, they were facing a general of storms.

Ingwell was intimately familiar with the exiles' formations, so he completely ignored the spears and made no defensive gestures.

Because his fighting style is inherently the wildest form of attack!
He, who was able to fight against the lion hybrid, became even more frenzied when surrounded by exiled soldiers!

Ingwell's halberd suddenly erupted with a surging, gray-white storm, and he swung it fiercely!
[Summon the Storm!]
boom! ! !
Centered on him, a violent burst of air suddenly exploded!

Click! Crack!
The tips of the two spears at the front snapped off instantly!

The two exiled soldiers' spirits, who were wielding the spears, were thrown backward by the immense force, instantly tearing a gap in their formation.

puff!puff!
Two crossbow bolts pierced the air, cutting through the swirling storm, but only managed to embed themselves in Ingwell's shoulder armor.

The spirit flickered violently, but its hand did not stop, and the berserk halberd of the lost knight came down one after another!

At the eye of the storm, Ingwell, like a demon god riding the gale, used the force of his upward thrust to spin around, his halberd transforming into a destructive ring that swept out horizontally!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Thud!
Looking at the incredibly familiar fighting style before him, O'Neill felt his long-dormant passion reignite in his cooled veins.

He gripped the end of the flagpole tightly with both hands, his chest filled with burning fighting spirit, and with a whistling sound, he smashed it down violently towards Lu Mingfei's head!

The flag fluttered, crimson as blood, its fluttering sound like the battle song of death!
boom!
The weapon, which was called a military flag but was actually a halberd, swung in vain and crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A silver figure flashed swiftly through the air, two heavy, lost knightly greatswords carrying a gray-white hurricane. The violent air currents blew away the dust, and the cold light aimed straight for the old general's face; the intention couldn't be clearer…

They would attack against attack, forcing O'Neal to get back on defense! Even if it left them wide open, they were willing to do so!

Veteran Shaquille O'Neal and young Lu Mingfei collided instantly!
clang--! ! !
A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out, the shockwave spread, splashing mud and instantly dispersing the crimson, putrid miasma.

O'Neill gripped the flagpole tightly with both hands, wielding the halberd wrapped in the battle flag like a fortress to block Lu Mingfei's ferocious attack with both swords.

This experienced old general was clearly very familiar with the dual-sword fighting style of the Lost Knights. Fast, ruthless, and accurate, utilizing the weight and length of the weapons to deliver continuous, overwhelming blows.

O'Neal anticipated the possible follow-up to this move and was prepared to deflect the force or counterattack.

However, prediction is one thing, reality is another.

He managed to block it, but the powerful force left him feeling numb!
The immense impact surged through the flagpole, and O'Neal's well-honed arm suddenly sank, his hand throbbing with excruciating pain! The ground beneath his feet was stomped into an even deeper dent.

A moment of astonishment flashed across his wrinkled face.

This power...something's wrong!

It was too heavy! Far exceeding the limits of what a human should be able to do, even surpassing the strength of his peers who were known for their power in his memory!

The feeling wasn't like a person wielding a sword, but rather like an ancient dragon, as large as a mountain, suddenly crashing down with its tail!

"drink!"

O'Neill let out a low shout, and under the heavy pressure of Lu Mingfei's twin swords, he unleashed a force that was almost equal to Lu Mingfei's. He twisted his waist sharply and swung the halberd wrapped with the military flag fiercely!
call--!
The heavy battle flag and halberd, with a piercing whistling sound, drew a huge semicircle, using offense as defense, fighting for their lives in a desperate situation!

Lu Mingfei felt a huge and violent force coming from the sword. Even with the "center of gravity ring" stabilizing him, he was almost thrown off balance!

Boom! ! !

Another explosion!
O'Neal used this sweeping shot to temporarily force Lu Mingfei out of the way.

In that instant, the old general caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the formation that was trying to surround and kill the gray figure had been completely torn apart.

The storm's raging torrents swept over the soldiers with unparalleled force, their spirits being torn apart and instantly scattered by the violent wind blades.

The halberd, like a gray-white dragon, carrying the lingering power of the storm, pierced fatally toward O'Neill's back!
O'Neal was instantly caught in a double trap. Facing him was the aggressive Lu Mingfei, and behind him was the ferocious attack of his former comrade, now the ruthless Storm Wings!

"Drink——!!"

The veteran roared with determination, raising his battle flag high. A wild, primordial storm gathered fiercely, its power surpassing even that of Lu Mingfei and Ingwell.

Lu Mingfei is not a specialist in storms, and Ingwell is already a skeleton, with less than one-fifth of his former strength.

The storm, that storm that pierced the heavens and the earth, was now clearly revealed in O'Neil's hands!

This veteran, who has lived since the time of Storm King, is still no less powerful than Storm Wings, despite being corrupted by the Crimson Corruption.

O'Neal slammed the battle flag into the ground!
boom----

The storm power wrapped around the battle flag was now completely detonated. The gray-white hurricane transformed into billions of howling, violent blades, mixed with visible scarlet, corrupting red mist, and suddenly burst forth!
Extremely large range! Extremely fast speed!

Lu Mingfei was the first to be affected.

He felt a terrifying shockwave of putrid stench crashing into him, the defenses on his armor were eroded and destroyed, and his skin felt an intense stinging pain.

(End of this chapter)