Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 133 Battle!
"All-out battle, no rules or restrictions, until one side is completely incapacitated or surrenders," Yali announced.

The second-year students were all holding their breath, ready to unleash their fury.

Yuan Enye, standing at the very front, had a serious expression and stared intently at Su Qiu.

On the third-grade side, Mo Yu and Li Qiankun watched helplessly as Qian Wu, who was already prepared, immediately put on his battle armor as soon as the competition began.

"Isn't that unnecessary? There are so many of us, why would we need to wear battle armor?"

“No, you don’t understand.” Qian Wu’s expression was solemn: “I advise you to prepare to put on your battle armor immediately.”

On the first-year side, Na'er was warming up vigorously, with a very clear goal in mind.

Mu Xi couldn't help but shiver. She suddenly had a bad feeling, as if she was being watched by something terrifying.

"You guys just focus on fighting the second-year students. I'll take care of the third-year students." Su Qiu stretched and said, "Have fun."

"start!"

Yali's voice had just fallen.

The second-year students surged out like a flood that had been gathering momentum for a long time!
Dozens of beams of soul power intertwined, and the light of soul skills exploded in mid-air. Fireballs, ice blades, and wind blades poured down on the first-year students' camp with overwhelming force.

Yuan Enhui took the lead, his soul power condensing into a giant fist, charging forward relentlessly, each step causing the arena floor to tremble slightly.

In an instant, a figure passed her by and headed straight for the rear of the second-year students' camp.

Yuan Enhui was startled and quickly turned around to stop him, but he couldn't keep up at all.

The figure was so fast that it was just a blur; it was Na'er, who had finished warming up!

Her silver hair fluttered in the wind, and an excited smile played on Na'er's lips.

"Target locked—"

Her clear voice pierced through the battlefield's clamor, heading straight for the blonde girl huddled in the crowd at the very end of the second-year camp.

At the same time, Mu Xi, who was paddling in the water, suddenly felt a growing sense of unease about being watched!
She turned her head sharply and saw Na'er charging straight at her. The second-year students who had been blocking their way were all sent flying without exception.

Great fortune is coming!

"Sister Mu Xi!" Na'er's voice was sickeningly sweet, but she sprinted forward without any mercy.

"Don't be afraid, it will be over in a second!"

Mu Xi was so scared she almost jumped out of her skin. "Help! I give up!"

Yali on the stage waved gently.

Instantly, Mu Xi and the students who had lost their fighting ability due to the creation of the flying device were teleported off the arena.

Na'er missed her target, her silver-blue figure spinning in place.

"Tsk, boring."

Watching Mu Xi being teleported off the stage.

The blow didn't land properly, leaving Na'er with a hint of regret on her face.

Then she stomped her foot on the ground, and a golden dragon rose up from the ground!

"Roar!"

When the dragon raised its head, it let out a deafening roar. The shockwave sent the surrounding second-year students flying, while the dragon's might controlled the entire area!

"good chance!"

The first-year students had almost all experienced this Dragon Roar, and they knew very well that the second-year students were definitely not going to have a good time.

"Go!" The first-year students seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and unleashed their full soul power!
They swarmed forward!

Some people unleashed their battle armor components and charged to the forefront.
Someone threw a soul skill from behind, fireballs and lightning arcs intertwined to form a net, blocking the opponent's escape space.

Some even used their agile movements to flank the enemy and specifically target students with weaker soul power, reaping the rewards on the battlefield.

The first and second graders are having a really heated competition.

They didn't join in during the third grade.

A golden light blocked their path.

"Everyone, the road ahead is closed." Su Qiu gripped the Sword of Excalibur, standing guard against the enemy.

Su Wuyan's original technique, the Instant Meteor Shower, was brought to its full potential by Su Qiu.

Even a slight increase can be magnified into a significant increase.

The crimson dragon furnace pulsed. A continuous stream of crimson-gold soul power surged into the holy sword, was transformed into pure light, and then nourished itself.

At this moment, Su Qiu's figure was blurred, as if composed of golden light.

The sword of Excalibur radiates holy light, and with each slight tremor, it causes the air to hum.

He stood before the third-year students, his figure blurred like light, yet like an insurmountable mountain.

The pulsating sound of the red dragon's furnace resonated with the holy sword, creating a heart-pounding rhythm.

Qian Wu, who was opposite him, had already put on his battle armor, but he was still sweating profusely as he stared intently at Su Qiu, whose special effects were maxed out.

This, isn't this right?

He couldn't believe that three years had passed since that battle.

Thinking back to that time, Su Qiu was terrifyingly strong.

The aura he exudes now is on a completely different level compared to back then!
Qian Wu's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he frantically pushed his battle armor to its maximum power.

"Hmph, playing tricks!" Li Qiankun couldn't contain himself and rushed forward first.

Qian Wu's eyes widened when he discovered that Qian Wu wasn't even wearing battle armor.

"Don't!"

Qian Wu wanted to stop it.

Even with his battle armor at full power and smoking, he didn't dare to go in. How dare you?!
"It is commendable that he was the first to step forward."

Li Qiankun had only taken three steps when the golden light and shadow suddenly magnified before his eyes. Su Qiu's figure was moving faster than the limits of vision.

"boom--!"

At this moment, the booming sound of Su Qiu's departure finally arrived.

He didn't even see Su Qiu's movements clearly; all he saw was a blinding golden light that made him involuntarily close his eyes.

After a moment of anxious waiting, the imagined attack did not occur.

Li Qiankun slowly opened his eyes.

Su Qiu raised the holy sword with one hand, the tip pointing at his brow, almost touching it.

"Don't be afraid." Su Qiu's voice was convincing: "Put on your battle armor and fight with all your might."

I won't interrupt you.

Li Qiankun froze on the spot, the warm holy light emanating from his brow intertwined with the chilling coldness of the sword tip, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

The next moment, he quickly summoned his battle armor.

Battle armor components kept flying out of the soul-guided storage device and fitting into his body.

"Huh, you're really wearing it?"

Su Qiu sheathed his sword.

Then he took a side step and launched a flying kick!

"Bam—!"

Su Qiu's flying kick, carrying the afterimage of crimson-gold soul power, accurately struck Li Qiankun's chest, which had just been pieced together into battle armor.

What appears to be a casual kick contains the speed of a flash and the explosive power of a red dragon.

Holy light spread along the patterns on the battle armor, instantly shattering the armor's defensive buffer layer.

Li Qiankun felt a tremendous force surge into his body like a tsunami. The energy core of his battle armor immediately shut down, and he slid several meters away on the arena, leaving a deep scratch.

He struggled to get up, but eventually collapsed to the ground and was teleported off the stage.

"I knew it!" Qian Wuyi exclaimed, "Just as I thought! How could Su Qiu possibly give anyone the chance to wear battle armor?"
Leaving aside his personal experience, he watched the battle footage of Su Qiu in the Tianhai Alliance Grand Tournament no less than a hundred times.

Su Qiu's fighting style would never give him a chance.

Mo Yu, who had originally planned to participate but was a step behind Li Qiankun, was almost in tears.

With a look of terror on his face, he hurriedly put on his battle armor, throwing out pieces of it in his hand.

Urgent, urgent.

(End of this chapter)