Shockwaves and explosions—
The deafening roar of destruction continued to reverberate…
Within seconds, at least half of the audience was dead. Even those who survived were blasted away like petals scattered by a divine wind, their bodies thrown into the air by the overwhelming force.
The commentators fell silent. Such a catastrophic event had never occurred since the inception of the Star Battle Network.
Without question, this was a massive incident. The spectators who had paid for entry were subjected to an unimaginable level of damage—lethal, even.
People had paid to be here! Even if it was a virtual simulation, experiencing the sensation of death firsthand was a nightmarish experience. This was undoubtedly a design failure on the part of the Star Battle Network. They had severely overestimated the endurance of the arena platform. Faced with a battle of this magnitude, the entire stage had been obliterated.
Just what kind of situation was this?
Blood God Battalion.
Even the Blood Gods were stunned. No one had expected this level of "artistry by explosion" to unfold before their eyes.
The destruction of the arena meant only one thing: that the clash between these two had surpassed the system's tolerance threshold. According to previously gathered data, the battle platform had been reinforced to withstand the combined energy output of two peak Soul Douluo wielding three-word battle armor.
Post-enhancement, the platform wasn't supposed to collapse unless it encountered combat at the Limit Douluo level.
Which meant that Gu You and the Blade Demon Sima Jinchi had unleashed a level of energy that exceeded the upper limits of peak Super Douluo combat!
The massive sphere of light lasted for a full thirty seconds before gradually dispersing.
What was once a stadium filled with deafening cheers had turned into a ruin of death. The survivors were left screaming in pain—those who could still scream were barely one in ten.
At the center of the explosion, the battlefield had sunk more than a hundred meters. And there, amid the devastation, two figures still stood.
Gu You's battle armor was completely intact. He appeared relatively unscathed.
Sima Jinchi, on the other hand, was in far worse shape. His armor had been heavily damaged in multiple places. The Dragon Slaying Saber in his hand was all that held him upright. Yet his aura was still climbing, showing no signs of weakening. Even stranger, a hazy silhouette shimmered behind him—it resembled a white dragon, though not fully distinct.
"Ha! So that's it. That's it! Excellent, excellent—I've finally found it! Hahahaha!"
Sima Jinchi suddenly burst into mad laughter.
"Wait for me!" he said suddenly, lifting his head. Only half of his mask remained, revealing a rough and rugged face. His eyes burned as he locked onto Gu You and spoke those three words.
"Alright!" Gu You replied with a firm nod.
Sima Jinchi's body turned into light and vanished on the spot.
Gu You stared at the space where he had disappeared. In his ears, the system voice calmly rang out: "Player No. 33, victory."
The Violet-Gold King—victorious. Into the finals!
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A vast chamber shone with gold and jade, yet its magnificence carried a sense of elegant antiquity—a richness steeped in time. This was not a splendor achieved overnight but the legacy of generations past, rooted in tradition and nobility.
Behind a massive desk sat an old man. Though his hair and beard had turned white, his back remained ramrod straight. Three golden stars gleamed on his epaulettes—a Federation Admiral.
Behind him hung a grand portrait of a man clad in radiant golden armor, holding a colossal sword. Three pairs of immaculate white wings extended from his back, every feather painted with lifelike precision.
Indeed, this was the current head of the Southern Army Corps, Patriarch of the Holy Angel Clan, and one of the most powerful figures in the entire Federation: Angel Douluo Le Zheng'en.
Le Zheng'en had led the Southern Army Corps for over forty years. The corps was a solid iron wall. In some ways, it represented a unique force within the military structure of the Federation.
The Southern Corps had the support of many powerful southern clans, both in manpower and wealth. As a result, it relied less on the central military authority than any other division. The Federation's high command had great difficulty inserting personnel into the Southern Corps because of the united resistance from these families.
In all of Douluo Federation, the southern regions were the most loyal to tradition. While they lagged behind in technological development compared to the central and western regions, their financial power was unmatched. Over one-fifth of the Federation Assembly seats were occupied by members of southern noble families and political dynasties.
The Federation had attempted many times to strengthen its grip on the Southern Corps, but none of these efforts ever succeeded. No one dared to provoke the collective ire of the South's traditional powers—forces with significant sway in the Assembly. Conversely, these clans also required military support from their own power base.
Thus, the Southern Army Corps, within this intricate power balance, developed unparalleled depth and independence that even the central military could not shake.
The corps had always been led by the Holy Angel Clan—not only because they were the strongest among the great southern houses, consistently producing Super Douluo or stronger—but also because their martial soul, the Holy Angel, was innately tied to fairness and justice. Those who couldn't uphold righteousness could never cultivate the martial soul to higher levels.
Since taking command, Le Zheng'en had worked tirelessly to streamline the army, reducing troop numbers but dramatically boosting individual strength. The Southern Corps had become an elite fighting force, its equipment rivaling that of the Central Corps under the Temple of War.
And the Southern nobles had kept their word. Because they had their own army, they didn't try to interfere in other military zones. This self-regulation maintained the balance with the Assembly.
"Report!" came a deep voice from outside the door.
Le Zheng'en smiled slightly. He didn't need to ask who it was—only one person would dare shout like that outside his office.
"Enter."
The door opened, and a burly figure stepped inside. In a few strides, he reached Le Zheng'en's desk…
(End of Chapter)
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