Douluo Continent: I ushered in this era

But as the dragon-shaped vortex rushed to the bottom of Mo Jue, Chu Ci's lips curled up and his right fist hooked upwards.

The dragon-shaped cyclone suddenly raised its head, opened its mouth, and blasted towards the black jade in the sky.

Mo Jue hurriedly defended, his wings suddenly spreading wide on his back as he slammed them down. His third spirit ring shone brightly, a dark green halo descending from the sky along with the flapping wings.

As darkness encroached, the dragon-shaped cyclone was melted, leaving small holes.

Chu Ci's blood and qi surged, and he unleashed his first and second soul skills. When the scales of the gods returned to balance, the dragon bloodline merged into the dragon-shaped vortex.

A domineering and resounding dragon roar echoed through the sky. A glint of light appeared in the dragon's eyes within the dragon-shaped vortex. Then, the entire dragon-shaped vortex was tinged with red, and the dark green light spots on it evaporated into thin air.

Mo Jue's expression changed drastically. His fifth spirit ring lit up instantly, and countless black feathers fluttered in the air, turning into rings of dark green air currents that resisted the powerful dragon-shaped vortex.

The next second, Chu Ci appeared beside Mo Jue as if by teleportation.

Chu Ci's blood and qi surged, his pores opened, and wisps of blood and qi rose up, mixed with endless domineering fist intent, forming a sea of ​​fist intent and blood.

Immediately afterwards, to Mo Jue's horrified gaze, he threw a punch, and the fist's intent, like a sea of ​​blood, poured down, transforming into a series of swimming dragons that fell one after another.

Chapter 153 The Heavenly Candle Astounds the World, Chu Ci Defeats Mo Jue

"Dragon Swimming Like a Waterfall" is a move called Emperor Dragon Fist that Chu Ci comprehended while cultivating under the Blood Waterfall through constant struggle against it.

Countless dragons surge and roar, possessing both the surging power of a waterfall cascading down and the continuous flow of its cascading waves.

Countless dragons cascaded down on Mo Jue like a waterfall. Mo Jue's eyes widened suddenly, and with a flick of her right hand, a ball of dark green light shot out. The dark green light drew an arc in the air, then landed on her chest with a crisp "ding".

Pieces of dark green armor flew out and combined to form a single-line battle armor, which was then worn by Mo Jue.

Mo Jue's aura continued to rise, and with the support of her One-Word Battle Armor, she had already reached the strength of an ordinary Soul Saint.

"Boom!" The dragon roared past, and Mo Jue was engulfed by it.

Wave after wave, each stronger than the last, the powerful force blasted Mo Jue down from the sky.

Mo Jue landed on the ground in a sorry state. Although he was not seriously injured, the light on his battle armor had dimmed considerably.

A floating sword appeared in mid-air. Chu Ci stood on the sword, looking down at Mo Jue with indifference and disdain in his eyes.

Mo Jue looked up at the indifference in Chu Ci's eyes in the sky, and a sense of frustration and anger welled up in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said, "Your strength is very strong, but your attack cannot break through the defense of the One-Word Battle Armor."

"is it?"

Chu Ci smiled dismissively, took a step forward, and a floating sword flew out and landed at his feet.

Several floating swords formed a staircase. Chu Ci walked slowly up the sword staircase, the shadows of swords flashing faintly in his eyes.

In that instant, even though Mo Jue was wearing battle armor, the hairs on his body still stood on end involuntarily, as if countless sharp swords were hanging over his throat.

A low dragon roar resounded, and a black dragon with heterochromatic eyes appeared out of nowhere, transforming into a long sword that landed in Chu Ci's hand.

"This is... a Soul Weapon!" Mo Jue suddenly exclaimed. Last semester, there was a rumor that a student in Class 1 of the first year didn't make his own battle armor, but instead used something called a Soul Weapon.

At first, she had paid attention to this news, but since then, no more news about soul weapons has been released, so she stopped caring about it.

Mo Jue suppressed his fear and muttered to himself, "Even if it's a soul weapon, it certainly can't amplify a soul master like a battle armor."

Chu Ci smiled softly and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Transform into armor!"

Tianzhu's red eyes suddenly snapped open, and a red dragon-shaped phantom flew out of the sword, coiling around Chu Ci's body.

In the blink of an eye, a suit of armor with a black background and gold patterns, shimmering with crimson light, enveloped his entire body.

In the past, Chu Ci used his Soul Weapon Armor secretly, and it was difficult for someone with a keen eye to notice that he was wearing a layer of armor similar to battle armor.

Today marks the first time that Chu Ci (the Songs of Chu) has openly and unreservedly presented the soul weapons as armor to the public.

Ya Li looked at Chu Ci's noble and mysterious Heavenly Candle Divine Armor, her eyes flashing with admiration.

Feng Wuyu stared intently at the Heavenly Candle Divine Armor on Chu Ci's body, as if admiring a work of art, and murmured, "It's amazing. The lines and the completeness are even better than some three-word battle armors."

"Is this the true power of a Soul Weapon?" Tang Wulin looked at the scene before him, which was beyond his comprehension. He had heard Mu Chen talk about the wonders of Soul Weapons before, but only after seeing it for himself today did he truly understand Mu Chen's true intentions.

"what!"

The moment Mo Jue saw the armor on Chu Ci's body, her cerebellum shrank, and she felt as if her worldview had collapsed.

Chu Ci raised his sword and pointed it at Mo Jue, saying coldly, "Dealing with you wouldn't normally require fully unleashing the Heavenly Candle Divine Armor, but given that this is the first official appearance of the Heavenly Candle, some ceremony is still necessary."

Chu Ci gently stroked the Heavenly Candle Sword and said softly, "It is your honor to be defeated by the Heavenly Candle Sword when it is fully unleashed."

The next second, my sword intent soared to the sky, and the magnificent sword energy slashed down from the horizon, as if the Heavenly Emperor had descended upon the world.

Mo Jue's eyes were filled with fear. The swan feather was instantly annihilated by its terrifying power before it even made contact with the sword energy.

The mighty sword energy struck Mo Jue, and a series of screams rang out from her mouth as the light of her battle armor flashed wildly.

A final, clear cracking sound rang out, and fragments of dark green light scattered everywhere as Mo Jue's battle armor shattered.

Cai Yue'er and Ya Li appeared on the sparring stage at the same time and quickly came to Mo Jue's side.

A silver moon rose, and nine soul rings rose one after another from beneath Cai Yue'er's feet. Her right hand, tinged with silver light, reached out, grasped the dazzling sword energy, and crushed it directly.

With another wave of his hand, the sword intent that had been raging across the sparring arena was cleared away.

Ya Li caught the unconscious Mo Jue, and gentle holy light flowed into Mo Jue's body, healing her injuries and soothing her frightened heart.

"Class 1, Grade 1, wins." Old Cai clenched his right fist, concealing the bloodstains on his palm, and announced calmly.

The first and second graders were stunned for a moment, recovering from the shock of the Soul Soldiers, before belatedly realizing that they had won.

A deafening cheer erupted as everyone chanted Chu Ci's name. How could they not cheer for Chu Ci after he had so ruthlessly defeated a one-word battle armor master?

Song Lin, the homeroom teacher of Class 1, Grade 3, quickly came to the edge of the sparring arena. Looking at Mo Jue, who had recovered from his coma after being treated by Ya Li, but whose eyes were dull and lifeless, she was filled with worry.

She knew that Mo Jue had lost the battle emotionally, and his spirit had suffered a tremendous blow. Mental wounds are the hardest to heal. If this problem couldn't be resolved, she feared she would never be able to enter Shrek Academy's inner court.

The third-grade class was completely silent. After three defeats, they had lost all the confidence and pride they had when they arrived, and almost everyone had the thought of giving up.

Chu Ci returned to the class line, and Le Zhengyu gave him a thumbs up, praising, "Amazing, I'm completely convinced of your abilities today."

Chu Ci humbly replied, "It's basic procedure, don't be surprised."

Upon hearing this, everyone rolled their eyes. If this was basic practice, then what were they?

From the stands, Zhuoshi said softly, "Sister Yali, I wonder if this soul weapon can be forged for a higher-level soul master."

Upon hearing this, Ya Li teased, "What's wrong, Zhuo Shi? Didn't you look down on Soul Weapons at the Sea God Pavilion meeting? Why do you want them now?"

Zhuo Shi recalled that when Chu Ci first entered the academy, Yun Ming had specially convened a meeting of the Sea God Pavilion for the Soul Weapon. At the meeting, Zhuo Shi thought that it was a pipe dream that the Soul Weapon was stronger than the Battle Armor. He couldn't help but chuckle twice.

Ya Li chuckled and said, "As far as I know, Chu Ci and the others are researching this matter. Let's just wait and see."

On the other side, Chu Ci glanced at Class 1 of the third grade and said to Wu Siduo and Luo Guixing, "You two will go for the next two-on-two battle. Remember, although we have gained a great advantage, don't get carried away."

Chapter 154

"Understood!" Wu Siduo and Luo Guixing nodded.

"I will control the pace of the battle," Luo Guixing said earnestly.

Chu Ci considered his words carefully before slowly saying, "After three consecutive losses, I crippled one of the One-Word Battle Armor Masters, and the third-year students are completely demoralized. If you two can win this match decisively, they'll probably be too afraid to fight in the final seven-on-seven match."

Wu Siduo's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "I understand. I will definitely give it my all in this match."

Tang Wulin was dumbfounded and quickly said, "No, I didn't come here today to be a spectator."

Wu Siduo proudly raised her head and said, "That's not up to you."

Luo Guixing patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Vice Class Monitor, you've been training quite hard these past few days, so don't trouble yourself today."

After saying that, Luo Guixing and Wu Siduo stepped onto the sparring arena together.

From Class 1 of Grade 3, two students, a boy and a girl, who looked at least 80% alike, stood up and walked together onto the competition stage.

"Class 1, Grade 3, Li Mengyang and Li Mengtian!"

"Class 1, Grade 1, Wu Siduo, Luo Guixing!"

Both sides introduced themselves.

Li Mengyang and Li Mengtian are both four-ring Soul Masters, with their Martial Souls being the Flame Demon Lion and the Flame Demon Tiger, respectively, and they possess Martial Soul Fusion Skills.

On the sparring stage, Cai Yue'er said in a deep voice, "The match begins!"

As she announced this, two intense bursts of fire instantly rose from Li Mengyang and Li Mengtian's bodies, and five pieces of battle armor appeared on their bodies.

Wu Siduo unleashed her Netherworld Clone technique, and nine black figures appeared beside Li Mengyang and Li Mengtian in the blink of an eye.

Li Mengyang's red hair stood on end, and he let out a roar, unleashing his second soul skill, Lion's Roar.

Wu Siduo's second soul ring flashed, and she unleashed nine Netherworld Hundred Claws, which, together with the Destroying Divine Claw, instantly tore apart the huge burst of flames spewed out by Li Mengyang.

Li Mengyang felt a gust of evil wind and immediately realized something was wrong. His fourth spirit ring instantly lit up. A layer of crimson light covered his body, and his entire body swelled and became stronger.

The nine shadows returned to one, and all the Netherworld clones merged into Wu Siduo's main body on Li Mengyang's side.

With the power gathered, the Netherworld Hundred Claws became even more powerful, and countless claw shadows fell on Li Mengyang, causing the crimson light shield to dim instantly.

"Get out of the way!" Li Mengtian shouted, her tiger claws slapping out, two illusory claw shadows suddenly appearing.

A flash of silver light appeared on Wu Siduo's body, and she suddenly disappeared from the spot.

A spatial lock appeared beneath Li Mengtian's feet, firmly imprisoning her.

Luo Guixing made a timely prediction, and his fourth soul ring lit up, creating a silver spatial barrier between Li Mengyang and Li Mengtian.

Luo Guixing's fourth soul skill: Separation of Two Realms.

At the same time, a gleaming white tiger claw wrapped with a golden ribbon appeared on Li Mengtian's head and slammed down on her.

Li Mengtian cried out in surprise as her fourth soul ring shone brightly. A tiger's roar suddenly rang out, and a giant fiery tiger was released from her body. One could vaguely see a soul spirit merging into the giant tiger. It lunged straight at the tiger's claws.

This move is quite powerful, but it is clearly no match for Wu Siduo, who has used the Netherworld White Tiger and the Mixed Golden Silk.

The gleaming white tiger claw pierced through the fiery giant tiger and struck Li Mengtian. A flash of white light, and Cai Yue'er rescued Li Mengtian from the tiger's claws.

"Ahhh!" Li Mengyang pounded on the spatial barrier in front of him, his eyes filled with anger and humiliation.

Watching his sister get eliminated right before his eyes, and being unable to do anything about it, was indeed a cruel experience for him.

When Li Mengyang struck the spatial barrier once more, the barrier, which had previously been unable to budge an inch, shattered with a deafening roar.

Under Luo Guixing's control, the separation between the two realms went out of control and shattered, causing the space in the area that was originally the spatial barrier to become displaced.