Melee archer with maxed-out Douluo luck

Chapter 119 Winner Takes All, Loser Eats Dust

Amidst the chaos, Han Li looked at the pale-faced brother and sister in front of him.

"It seems like nobody's paying attention to you guys."

Upon hearing his words, both of them turned even paler.

"quiet."

Qian Daoliu's voice rang out from the stands, and the entire training ground fell silent once again.

All eyes turned back to the arena, observing how things would unfold.

"Admit defeat. You are no match for me, even if I don't use my martial spirit, you still can't beat me."

He spoke the harshest words in the gentlest tone, and of course, he did just that. Han Li's martial spirit disappeared from his hand once again.

"Admit defeat? Impossible, I will never admit defeat."

Hu Liena's sharp voice rang out in the room, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked like a madwoman.

"Then, as you wish, the game continues."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Liren had disappeared again.

They were so close that Han Li didn't even need to flap his wings.

A red light flashed beneath his feet, and the ground instantly cracked. Before the two could react, he was already in front of them.

"Crushing Fist".

He thrust out both fists simultaneously, landing precisely on their abdomens.

The compressed fire element exploded instantly in front of his fist, sending the two of them flying.

"Be glad you're weak. I even have to hold back my power so I don't accidentally hurt you."

The two people in the air spat out blood as if it were free, slamming heavily onto the ground. The blood flowed down their cheeks and onto the ground, soiling their hair.

"We haven't lost yet."

Hu Liena struggled to get up from the ground, her palms covered in a black mixture of blood and dust.

As a weapon spirit master, Xie Yue's physical strength was obviously weaker than his sister's. After struggling twice and failing, he was finally helped up by Hu Liena.

The two supported each other like this, which prevented them from collapsing again.

"Brother, enchantress, I must win."

Hu Liena had gone completely mad. She had only one thought in her mind: her teacher was still watching her, and she couldn't lose.

Xie Yue glanced at his sister, his expression unreadable, and swung his hands toward the moon blade that was stuck in the ground not far away. The moon blade spun and returned to his hands.

Then, without pausing, he crashed into his sister beside him.

Just as their bodies were about to collide, a layer of red light suddenly shone, enveloping them together.

Amidst the flashing red light, the two siblings had transformed into one.

A person with long red hair, whose gender was indistinguishable, had his original martial soul belonging to Xie Yue appear in his hands. However, it seemed that the two moon blades had now been enlarged by a full two times.

At the same time, the red light surrounding them burst forth instantly, like a spreading sphere of light, emitting a thick red mist towards the arena.

The expansion of the red mist was completed almost instantly, and Han Li was directly enveloped in it. The combined figures of the two disappeared.

Surrounded by the red mist, Han Li assessed his own condition. Both his senses and soul power were suppressed and reduced by fifty percent, and his body also experienced a slight sluggishness.

Perhaps because of Hu Liena's extreme anger, Han Li realized that the opponent's Martial Soul Fusion Skill was in its best state immediately after being activated, rather than needing a certain amount of time to slowly strengthen as mentioned in his master's information.

Just then, he seemed to sense something, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Oh, interesting. Instead of hiding first, you're preparing to attack me first."

"I admire your courage, but unfortunately, courage cannot erase the gap in strength between us."

Suddenly, he whirled around, his right hand reaching behind him and accurately grabbing a wrist.

With a forceful flick, the two enlarged moon blades collided with each other, producing a crisp sound, and the figure was sent flying.

"That's impossible. How could you know our location while we're in the red mist?"

A gasp escaped from the combined body of the brother and sister; their expressions seemed to be one of disbelief.

"That's because I'm strong enough, of course."

Han Li slowly turned around, spouting useless nonsense. He had no preference for revealing his own information to the enemy.

"Also, this is a competition, after all. It's a bit unreasonable not to let the audience see the battle. Don't you agree?"

After saying that, he ignored their reactions, flapped his wings slightly, and rose directly into the air.

As he ascended into the air, a large amount of flames and cold air surged around him, causing red mist to rise from the surrounding area.

From the stands, the spectators saw the brother and sister activate their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, transforming into one person, with the surrounding mist enveloping Han Li.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of weapons clashing came from within the red mist.

Then, amidst the churning red mist, Han Li, who had just been enveloped within it, reappeared above the mist, seemingly having broken free from its control.

As he ascended into the air, along with his figure appeared arrows formed directly from flames and cold air in mid-air.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, in just a few breaths, the arrows spread across the sky, almost covering the entire area shrouded in red mist.

"go."

As Han Li waved his hand, the arrows in mid-air vibrated as if they had received a command.

To everyone's horror, countless arrows rained down on the red mist below.

With a barrage of arrows, the battle was truly over; this was the shared thought in the minds of all the spectators.

This time, the arrow did not explode, nor did it even raise any dust. However, the red mist below had quietly dissipated at some unknown time.

Everyone's attention returned to the arena, where the "demonic spell" had been dispelled, and two figures lay on the ground, each with a two-colored arrow embedded in their limbs and abdomen, already unconscious.

Around them, the remaining arrows were neatly arranged, even deliberately forming a red and white "soul" character on the ground.

"Your Excellency, may we announce the results now?"

Han Li slowly descended towards the ground from mid-air, a faint smile on his face.

"sure."

The bishop on the sidelines gave Han Li a deep look, walked to his side, raised his right hand, and shouted loudly:

"I hereby declare Han Li the victor in this battle of spirits."

But as his voice fell silent, there was no cheering or applause; instead, everyone turned their gaze to the center of the stands.

"Clap clap clap clap"

Suddenly, a round of applause rang out, as Qian Daoliu led the way by standing up. The Guangling group behind him did the same, smiling and gesturing towards Han Li in the arena.

After a moment of silence, more and more applause and cheers erupted from the stands, becoming deafening for a moment.

Han Li put away his smile, waved to his master and Xiu'er in the stands, and then calmly left the arena.

What happened next was temporarily none of his business, even though he was the victor in this competition.

He completed his task, and did it very well.

For him, this competition was an exhibition match from beginning to end.

He destroyed the confidence of the three people opposite him and labeled them as incompetent, thus forever robbing Hu Liena of any possibility of becoming a saint.

In exchange, he gained the qualification to become a holy son.

Thank you for the generous donation, Brother Xiao Qingfeng. You are now seated in the VIP room.

(End of this chapter)