Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

Chapter 189 Swords and Swords

Amidst the eruption of flames, Qian Renxue was once again sent flying by the immense force.

Originally, Lu Ming's abnormal strength should have been similar to Qian Renxue's, but he directly gained the kinetic energy to crush Qian Renxue by using the acceleration generated by the explosion. Each strike was enough to make Qian Renxue's blood and qi surge.

However, Qian Renxue was not discouraged. Instead, she dodged and adjusted her body, charging towards Lu Mingfei again in an upward-sloping attack stance.

The two of them seemed to be climbing a long ladder to godhood, winding upwards as if they wanted to rush together to the end of the sky.

Her power was suppressed, her speed was matched, and even the most powerful flame of the Angelic Holy Sword could be taken away by her opponent. All her own attacks were of little effect on Lu Mingfei. Undoubtedly, this was a complete suppression, but Qian Renxue knew that the final victory would belong to her.

Because this is Wuhun City, the home ground of the Angelic Martial Souls, the radiance of their ancestors protects the bloodline of every Angelic Martial Soul. On this land, her soul power recovery speed is comparable to that of a Title Douluo.

Moreover, she is a Soul Emperor, while Lu Mingfei is only a Soul King. She used two powerful Soul Skills to achieve flight, so her Soul Power consumption must have been astonishing.

Therefore, she kept shifting the battlefield to higher altitudes, and when Lu Mingfei tried to escape to the ground, that was the moment the battle would end.

The four Title Douluos who ascended into the sky with the two had clearly foreseen the final outcome. Lu Mingfei was indeed incredibly powerful, but when he chose the sky as his battlefield, he was destined to lose.

"The younger generation is truly formidable," Bone Douluo sighed.

He felt that Lu Mingfei was ultimately too young and impetuous. On the ground, he might have a chance to win, but in the sky, there was absolutely no possibility of defeating the Angel's Successor.

Pope Bibidon remained silent, her beautiful eyes slightly furrowed.

This isn't just "the younger generation is to be feared"; it's downright terrifying!

Even if Qian Renxue wins today, there's nothing to be happy about.

It's astonishing that a Soul King possesses such strength, especially considering his young age. As for the disadvantage of flight, it will naturally disappear once he breaks through to the Title Douluo level in the future.

She now only hopes that Qian Renxue's words about being able to subdue the other party are true, otherwise she can't even imagine what the future will be like.

While the group was chatting, the battlefield changed once again.

Lu Mingfei was well aware that Qian Renxue's tactic was to deplete his mana, but he had already turned meditation into a passive skill, so recovery speed was not an issue at all.

After assessing his current level of exertion, he could easily say: "I can play with you for another whole day!"

Moreover, the cessation of the battle a day later was not because his soul power was exhausted, but because he would get hungry.

However, he had no intention of engaging in a protracted battle. He had only been getting used to the rhythm of the fight, and now that he was familiar with it, it was time to end it.

In the sky, another flash of fire appeared, but this time it wasn't just an exploding fireball; it was accompanied by a piercing line of fire.

The Angelic Martial Soul possesses at least two attributes: Holy and Fire. It has excellent resistance to Fire and Ice, making it difficult for it to inflict damage on its opponent unless it uses a deadly move like Static Heating.

But what truly determines a battle is not only the power of the two sides' skills, but also strength and technique.

Orange-red flames clung to the sword's blade; with a single swing, it resembled a fire dragon soaring across the sky.

Qian Renxue was forced back by the sudden change in the flame attack, but her martial spirit and holy sword were not afraid of such flames and immediately launched a counterattack.

Lu Mingfei's sudden change of tactics was actually a good thing for her, meaning that the other party had begun to be eager to change.

But she soon realized she had been too optimistic.

In the tenth round, another fiery slash came. Qian Renxue once again relied on her experience to swing her sword to block it. However, this time she did not receive the expected powerful counterattack, but only the astonishment of missing her target.

Habits are a terrible thing.

The flames were merely a cover to distract Qian Renxue's vision; the line of fire was just a feint that Lu Mingfei had created beforehand with his left hand.

After the firelight, Qian Renxue saw Lu Mingfei's molten red golden eyes, and other heavy swords raised high with both hands.

The golden holy sword, covered in soul power, seemed to merge with the sun behind him, like a war god wielding the sun wheel descending to deliver the final judgment.

Qian Renxue's pupils shrank sharply because Lu Mingfei's soul skill was so powerful that she almost forgot that even with eight spider spears on his back, Tang San couldn't gain an advantage against Lu Mingfei's swordsmanship in the morning's battle.

Although she has studied swordsmanship over the years, her combat experience is vastly different.

Lu Mingfei slashed down with his sword, carrying the majesty and thunderous roar of a sword that could shatter mountains and rivers.

Although the sword was not sharpened, with his current strength, breaking bones and tendons would be a piece of cake.

However, this decisive sword strike missed its mark. In the nick of time, Qian Renxue once again used the ethereal form of Angel's Descent.

The angelic sword withdrew its power and spun around, preparing to seize the opportunity to kill Lu Mingfei.

But she had already exposed this bugged soul skill before, so how could Lu Mingfei not be prepared?

Using the momentum generated by his missed strike, he accelerated as he plummeted into the sky, creating distance between himself and the enemy.

Qian Renxue was unwilling to miss this opportunity, so she immediately burst into high speed and swooped down to attack Lu Mingfei, who was still falling and had not yet regained his footing.

This is her last chance. The number of times she can use Angel's Descent is limited. If she misses this opportunity, she will inevitably be defeated in the next two battles.

in time!

Qian Renxue streaked across the sky like a golden meteor, and as she looked at Lu Mingfei, who was already close at hand, she thrust her sword towards his calf.

Not fatal, but enough to decide the outcome.

However, just as the sacred sword was about to pierce Lu Mingfei's body through his team uniform, the tip of the sword emitted a metallic clang.

When Lu Mingfei turned around in mid-air, Qian Renxue saw that his youthful face, with its sharp features, now wore a sinister bronze smile, like a demon from hell.

Word of Power: Bronze Throne.

The next moment, the eye of the storm suddenly erupted behind him. Lu Mingfei once again condensed his frozen gauntlets and turned around to throw a punch straight at the oncoming Holy Sword.

"Boom!" Qian Renxue's rapidly descending body came to an abrupt stop.

The immense power of the bronze throne, combined with the reaction force of her own high-speed dive, caused her to lose control of her body even though she immediately discarded the sacred sword.

She tumbled and rolled several times in the sky like a rolling wheel before finally coming to a stop, and Lu Mingfei also stopped falling by using the eye of the storm.

Both of them took a few deep breaths and looked at each other from a distance while hovering in the air.

They all knew very well that the battle had reached this point and the next round would determine the victor.