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

Chapter 87 Roundtable Resolution Begins

Covering his entire body in battle armor, Qian Wuzhou's soul power surged, and the phantom of the Behemoth reappeared behind the battle armor.

This time, the behemoth's eyes burned with a bloodthirsty red light, which complemented the flowing patterns on its battle armor.

The terrifying pressure made the air around the arena almost freeze.

"Su Qiu, I was careless just now."

Qian Wu raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, then slammed his fists together, producing a crisp metallic clang.

"But now, clad in my battle armor, I'm enough to show you what the real difference is!"

Before he finished speaking, the spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly bloomed.

Five spirit rings lit up in succession: purple, purple, purple, black, and black. The black light of the fifth spirit ring was particularly intense, creating a strong contrast with the gold of the battle armor.

The Behemoth phantom let out a deafening roar, and Qian Wu's figure vanished instantly, leaving behind a golden afterimage.

So fast!

Su Qiu's eyes narrowed.

Is this the speed of a Soul Saint?
Compared to the Soul Emperor, this is a qualitative leap.

Su Qiu couldn't see the other person's movements at all.

The tuft of hair on his head stood up straight.

At this moment, he relaxed his mind and surrendered everything to his intuition.

The next second, Qian Wuyi appeared in front of Su Qiu, and the giant fist covered by battle armor slammed into his face with the power to tear through space.

Su Qiu, however, seemed to have foreseen the future, changing her footwork in advance and dodging the powerful punch with the lightness of a willow catkin.

The force of the punch grazed his golden, tousled hair, slamming the ground behind him into a huge crater, sending debris flying everywhere.

Qian Wu's punch missed its mark, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Can you dodge it once, twice, three times, or four times?" he roared, his fists suddenly becoming even faster.

Countless fist shadows, carrying the momentum to destroy everything, struck Su Qiu.

Su Qiu's steps became increasingly swift, like a firefly in the wind, dodging attacks at the last second each time.

Qian Wu's punches rained down like a storm, completely overwhelming Su Qiu's stats, rendering his Instant Meteorite useless.

He is now using the basic techniques he learned from Makino.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie watched anxiously, wanting to help, but they didn't know where to start. They couldn't even see where the two were.

Su Qiu and Qian Wu collided at the edge of the arena one second, and the next second they appeared in the center of the arena.

The afterimages of the two players filled the entire arena.

Inside a private room, Mu Ye stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes fixed on Su Qiu's movements.

He wasn't too upset about his apprentice being at a disadvantage. It was just a competition; his opponent was only fifteen years old, and the outcome didn't mean anything.

What truly captivated him was Su Qiu's entire strategy for resisting Qian Wushi.

Every movement showcased the techniques that Makino had taught him.

"A true genius."

Su Wuyan remained silent, his attention focused on the entire Tianhai Alliance competition venue, in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

In another private room, Cai Yue'er visibly breathed a sigh of relief after Qian Wu successfully donned his battle armor. Looking at the current situation, she chuckled, "The outcome is decided."

"However, Qian Wu was so careless. He should be punished after the match."

"No." A clear, ethereal voice rang out. It belonged to a tall, slender woman who appeared to be around thirty years old.

She wore a light green dress, the pure white hem subtly shimmering with light, exuding a sense of life.

Her long, dark green hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, making her beautiful face appear even more radiant.

It was none other than the Holy Spirit Douluo, Ya Li.

"It doesn't seem that simple." Looking at Su Qiu on the field, she had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Upon hearing this, Cai Yue'er turned her head slightly away, seemingly unconcerned.

Given such a disparity, unless Yun Ming says Su Qiu has a chance of winning, she doesn't believe anyone else.

As time passed, or perhaps due to the vast difference in their strength, Su Qiu's dodging reached its limit.

A gust of wind grazed his shoulder, a sharp pain shooting through him instantly. Cold sweat poured down his back, and his tousled blond hair was whipped into a tangled mess by the force of the blow. Qian Wu seized the opportunity.

The fourth spirit ring surged with black light, and his fists split into dozens of afterimages, which rained down on Su Qiu's vital points like dense raindrops.

Su Qiu unleashed his soul power, increasing his speed even further. Relying on his intuition, he frantically twisted his body, each dodge fraught with extreme danger.

The force of the punch grazed his throat, and he could feel the biting cold.

The moment Su Qiu's toes left the ground, a deep crater was blasted into the spot where she had been standing.

In the previous exchange, he tried to parry with the Holy Sword, but Qian Wu's strength far exceeded his expectations, which instead made his arm numb and his soul power almost disordered.

Having just learned his lesson, Qian Wu went all out, giving Su Qiu no chance and relentlessly clinging to her.

"Miscalculation"

Su Qiu initially just wanted to test what Soul Saint level power was like, but ended up getting himself into a predicament.

He figured that since Wu Changkong, a peak Soul Emperor, had his strength pretty much figured out, he could accept it.

The difference between a Soul Saint and a Soul Saint shouldn't be too great.

Unexpectedly, there was such a large gap between a Soul Saint and a Soul Emperor.

"End it!"

With a loud shout, Qian Wu unleashed the Behemoth phantom with overwhelming force as it crashed down.

Su Qiu was about to dodge.

Suddenly, Na'er's small figure flashed like a white rainbow in front of Su Qiu.

She clenched her fists, and a golden aura suddenly erupted around her, but the overwhelming pressure from the Behemoth phantom had no effect on her whatsoever.

"Brother Su Qiu".

"I'm here to help you!"

Her clear voice carried an undeniable resolve as she met the incoming attack head-on with a punch.

"boom!"

The golden fist energy collided violently with Qian Wu's.

Na'er's small figure contrasted sharply with the other person's tall stature.

A terrifying energy shockwave instantly swept across the entire arena, causing ripples to appear on the soul-guiding barrier.

Qian Wu felt that the other party's strength was exactly the same as his own, just right.

The violent collisions were cleverly neutralized.

At this moment, Qian Wu questioned his existence, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"There are still experts?!"

Su Qiu seized the opportunity, picked up Na'er, and suddenly retreated.

"Na'er, block it well!"

"It's wrapped, Brother Su Qiu."

After creating some distance, Su Qiu stood still and raised the Sword of Promised Victory above her head.

"Thirteen restraints are liberated, and the round table resolution begins!"

The moment he finished speaking, a golden ripple suddenly appeared around him, spreading outwards like a pebble thrown into a lake.

Wherever it passed, divine power spread out like a tsunami, and the dilapidated arena was instantly enveloped in golden light.

Golden rays rose from the ground, sacred and ethereal, converging into twelve beams of light.

Su Qiu's Holy Sword belongs to his Martial Soul. The thirteen restraints within it are merely a program, lacking any consciousness from the Knights of the Round Table.

"Not good."

Such a scene with top-notch special effects is undeniably impressive. How could Qian Wu possibly just stand by and watch?

He tried to interrupt the other person, but suddenly found himself locked in place by an incomparably high-level force, unable to move.

"broken."

Based on this alone, Qian Wu knew that the situation seemed to have reversed instantly.

(End of this chapter)