Douluo Dalu - First Slash

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The scene seemed forever frozen in that moment. The Silverblood Spear unleashed a terrifying spear light that shattered the long blade when it clashed with the spear.

At the same time, the spear pierced through Fang Xuan's chest.

"Just one spear strike destroyed that rookie's blade. The power of his Spirit True Body is too strong."

Everyone was shocked. This was expected. How could an ordinary metal blade resist the power of a Martial Spirit True Body?

At this moment, Fang Xuan had lost his weapon and was hit by a spear. His chest was bleeding profusely, and the situation was very dangerous.

"It's over, it's over. This rookie is dead for sure!" Many fallen ones gloated.

"Is this the end...?" Erica said quietly.

Fang Xuan's eyes were calm, and he was reticent. He didn't seem to notice that his wound was still bleeding. He lowered his head and glanced at the hilt of his blade. Without hesitation, he threw it away.

This blade was a temporary replacement that he had bought. He only planned to use it some of the time, and he had expected that it wouldn't be able to defeat O'Brien's Martial Spirit True Body.

"Huff..."

After a long breath, Fang Xuan's eyes were deep and calm. He didn't panic because he had lost his weapon. He... still had a blade!

Red Rain had been stored in a spirit tool and hadn't been exposed yet. At this moment, Fang Xuan was prepared to summon his Demon Blade and use its power to kill O'Brien.

His strength had already recovered to that of a Spirit Emperor, and his spirit power was high. He could unleash about 20% of the Demon Blade's power if he used all his strength.

It would be more than enough to kill a Spirit Douluo like O'Brien.

He was only worried that his spirit power would be sucked dry after using the Demon Blade, and he would enter a weakened state.

If that happened, the Fallen Ones around him would take the opportunity to kill him. Hence, he sought a chance to kill him in one strike!

"Haha, rookie, stop pretending. Do you think I can't tell? You've already exhausted all your tricks. Just accept your death!"

O'Brien's expression was haughty and insufferably arrogant. He didn't regard Fang Xuan at all. Raising his Silverblood war spear, he threw it with his right hand, and the nine-foot-long spear shot out like a weapon, wildly stabbing toward Fang Xuan.

He was too arrogant. He casually threw out the Silver Blood Spear, wanting to nail Fang Xuan to death!

However, this casual attack gave Fang Xuan an opportunity. Looking for a chance, his eagle eyes suddenly shot out two light beams.

Although O'Brien had casually tossed out the Silverblood Spear, its power was extremely frightening. The fierce spear light seemed to swallow the heavens and the earth, carrying a terrifying storm of killing intent.

It was like a cruise missile that had already locked onto its target, extremely difficult to dodge.

Because this spear was too fast! It had already arrived in front of Fang Xuan in a flash of silver light. The cold, sharp spear tip spewed out silver flames as it pierced his heart.

The aura of death assaulted him. Fang Xuan's eyes were cold, and he didn't panic. Just as the spear tip was about to pierce his chest, his body twisted at an unbelievable angle, and he suddenly leaned to the right, narrowly avoiding the incoming spear.

"Ah..."

After that, he let out a roar, and the force beneath his feet exploded, shattering the floor. His entire body shot out like a cheetah, charging towards O'Brien.

"Die, rookie!"

O'Brien was bare-handed, but he was still highly arrogant. He waved his silver iron fist, which tore through the sky and heavily punched towards Fang Xuan's face.

"You're the one who's going to die!"

Fang Xuan's killing intent was pervasive. His spirit tool ring flashed dimly, and he instantly charged in front of O'Brien. With a wave of his right hand, a scarlet demonic blade appeared in his hand. A cold killing intent surged out, and he was about to kill O'Brien.

"Boom boom boom—"

At this moment, a pitch-black figure rapidly descended from the sky and smashed into the ground like a heavy bomb. A violent aura swept out in all directions, forcefully sending Fang Xuan and O'Brien, who were about to engage in a life-and-death battle, flying backward.

"What's going on?!"

Many people were stunned and didn't know what had happened.

Like a demon god, a tall figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes. This was a stalwart man who was more than two meters tall. His body was burly, and his muscles were strong.

He was clad in black armor, and his entire body flowed with a cold light. His face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were frightening.

The peerless killing intent that he released was like a sharp sword that cut through the void, causing countless people to tremble in fear.

"Titled Douluo!"

Fang Xuan's expression changed. He stared unblinkingly at this black-armored man, and a serious expression appeared. He could sense an extremely frightening aura from this man. This wasn't an ordinary Titled Douluo.

He was at least a Rank 95 Transcendent Douluo!

He secretly estimated the rank of this black-armored man, and he had a bad feeling. If he were to face a Transcendent Douluo head-on right now, he definitely wouldn't have the slightest chance of winning.

"This ends here!"

An emotionless voice came out of the black-armored man's mouth, suddenly causing the space around them to tremble.

His calm voice contained an irresistible majesty. Even O'Brien, who had always been arrogant and unruly, felt his heart tremble. He looked at the black-armored man with fear in his eyes and said in surprise, "Captain, why are you here?!"

This burly black-armored man with a towering aura was the captain of the Enforcers, the Knight of Hell — Beowulf!

"Oh my god, even Lord Beowulf is here!"

The Fallen Ones sucked in a breath of cold air. They had yet to expect the captain of the Enforcers to appear. This battle had caused considerable commotion and even alarmed the higher-ups of Slaughter City.

"The great Slaughter King has decreed that 94463 not guilty!"

Beowulf calmly scans Fang Xuan and O'Brien and says coldly, "So this battle ends here. O'Brien, let's go."

"Tch!"

O'Brien had yet to expect this outcome. Even the great Slaughter King had said that Fang Xuan was not guilty. Who would dare disobey? He pursed his lips, coldly glancing at Fang Xuan.

"Lucky brat! It would be best if you rejoiced at the magnanimity of my King. Otherwise, you would be dead by now."

"Haha, who is the lucky one here? That's yet to be determined!"

Fang Xuan laughed coldly, his unblinking eyes fixed upon Beowulf. A cold light flashed through his eyes.

If not for Beowulf's sudden appearance, he would have had a 90% chance of killing O'Brien by relying on Red Rain.

Laughably, O'Brien still didn't know that he had just narrowly escaped death. He still thought that Fang Xuan had gotten lucky.

Beowulf's face was as cold as ice. He didn't say a word. He looked deeply at Redrain, which was in Fang Xuan's hands, with a hint of dread in his eyes. And then, leading O'Brien, he quickly left the street.

Just like that, the storm died down. Many people still wished for more to come!

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Slaughter City.

Deep within the inner city.

"Captain, why did you suddenly come? If you had come just a bit later, I would've finished that rookie."

O'Brien said, somewhat annoyed.

"Oh, is that so?" Beowulf glanced coldly at O'Brien, then snorted coldly.

"If I had come just a bit later, you probably would've been a corpse by now..."

"How is that possible? He's just a rookie. He's only been in the City for a few days. What level of skill could he possibly have?" O'Brien raised an eyebrow, very unconvinced.

Beowulf should have explained something. He warned O'Brien seriously,

"In the future, don't rashly offend that rookie..."