Chapter 378: You Want My Spear?

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The next few minutes turned into Qin Jian's personal show.

One could see the martial soul sword flying wildly in the arena, and through various bizarre spinning methods, it could always unexpectedly reach a person's blind spot.

And the next moment, Qin Jian would appear to reap a life.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Before long, four more people had fallen in the arena, leaving only three.

"Silver Dragon King! Silver Dragon King! Silver Dragon King! ——"

The Hell Slaughter Arena, which had been quiet for only a moment, fell back into a frenzy.

Qin Jian in the arena did not stop the rhythm of his slaughter just because only three people were left.

Pressing the attack and leaving no chance for his opponents was also something he had learned in the Slaughter Arena.

"Boom!"

But just as he thrust down at the third-to-last Fallen One, an accident occurred.

The spear radiance was suddenly blocked outside the body by a blood-colored storm; the man's eyes turned completely blood-red at this moment, and the whole person suddenly turned around, a hand covered in blood plasma lunging fiercely toward Qin Jian's chest.

This turn of events exceeded everyone's expectations and also went beyond Qin Jian's predictions.

"Title Douluo?!"

Everyone felt the terrifying momentum and pressure on that Fallen One, and the entire arena was in an uproar.

"It's actually... a Title Douluo..."

Qin Jian's entire consciousness was sounding an alarm; an extreme sense of crisis pierced his Spirit, making his whole body feel cold.

He had not expected a Title Douluo to appear, and even less had he expected a Title Douluo to be so patient, actually waiting until now to reveal themselves.

If they had revealed themselves earlier, then no matter how difficult the battle was, Qin Jian would still have had a chance.

Appearing only now, it was an attack that exceeded his budget, and it was very difficult to deal with in this split second.

"Qin Jian!"

Tang San and Hu Liena exclaimed almost at the same time.

"Hum!"

And just at this moment, wisps of Purple-tinged-with-gold mist suddenly emerged from Qin Jian's heart in his chest, blocking in front of his chest in the nick of time.

"Bang!"

His whole body was sent flying backward, slamming heavily against the wall at the edge of the arena, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

"Wow!"

But this scene actually made everyone unable to help but stand up.

"He actually didn't die..."

The Title Douluo frowned as they looked at their own blood-stained hand, voicing the confusion of everyone in the arena.

Qin Jian fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then slowly stood up, his eyes holding a complex expression.

"I didn't expect that in the end, I would be saved by this Spider Emperor Poison... Bibi Dong..."

Wisps of Spirit power and soul power were fed back by the Silver Dragon Spear in his hand, and at the same time, the Ocean's Tear between his brows began to emit blue light, helping Qin Jian recover his state.

"Qin Jian, this Title Douluo's strength is roughly at level ninety-one. Although they cannot use soul skills, they can still pose a fatal threat to you..."

Na'er's voice flowed in the depths of his heart: "I suggest you use my power directly and kill them!"

"No!"

Qin Jian's eyes slowly turned Purple: "I will kill them myself!"

It was the final match; the things he had hidden for so long could finally be released without restraint.

Phantom Purple light suddenly spread around his body, instantly enveloping the entire arena.

"A Domain! This is a Domain! How could you have a Domain?!"

The audience had not yet reacted, but the Title Douluo's expression changed drastically, twisted with jealousy: "Even I, a Title Douluo, have not been able to possess a Domain, what right do you have to have one?!"

"Wow!"

The entire arena was in an uproar again.

"So what if you have a Domain? An absolute gap in strength cannot be bridged! Silver Dragon King, go to hell! ——"

Seemingly stimulated by Qin Jian, the Title Douluo suddenly turned into a blood-colored figure and charged up.

"Swish!"

But Qin Jian didn't even look at them, casually tossing the martial soul sword in his left hand.

Within the Domain, he could perceive any change in the surroundings; now, even if he closed his eyes, he would know where his opponent was.

In this way, the Title Douluo's greatest advantage was weakened; as long as he could perceive the opponent's attack path, Qin Jian had countless ways to dodge.

Therefore, even if he couldn't exert the characteristics of the Love Mist in a short time, after opening the Domain, his combat ability would be greatly amplified.

"Chi!"

The next moment, he grabbed the martial soul sword and appeared behind another person, piercing through them just as before.

And when the Title Douluo struck before his eyes again, he followed the same pattern, once again piercing through the last remaining person.

Thus, only he and this Title Douluo remained in the arena.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

With the Domain superimposed with Spirit Teleportation, plus a technique similar to Bat Wing Reincarnation, Qin Jian's figure constantly flickered in the arena, and the Title Douluo simply could not capture him.

"Are you only capable of hiding?!"

After attacking for a long time without success, the Title Douluo was nearing madness.

"I am very curious..."

While shifting his position, Qin Jian still had the mood to speak: "As a Title Douluo, it is a very simple matter for you to possess status in Slaughter City; why would you be directed to deal with me?"

These nine people this time were clearly arranged; they certainly did not appear to intercept him of their own volition.

"What does that have to do with you? Just obediently go to your death!"

There are almost no normal people in Slaughter City; for Qin Jian to hope to pry some words out of his mouth, the difficulty is comparable to mother-daughter rice bowls...

"Let me go to my death? You had better find a way to catch me first before you say that..."

Qin Jian had no intention of clashing head-on with him at all. Possessing the Silver Dragon Spear, because he had just slain eight Spirit Douluo, he would have a continuous stream of soul power fed back to him, so in terms of endurance, he was only stronger, not weaker, than this Title Douluo who could not use soul skills.

This wearing down lasted for two hours...

The spectators, who were originally highly tense, had long since become drowsy watching.

Even knowing that what was before their eyes represented the highest level of battle in the Hell Slaughter Arena, it was just too dull, and their brains wanted to hibernate on their own...

The only thing that let them feel the passage of time was that the battle speed of Qin Jian and that Title Douluo was decreasing, and it was a clear decrease.

"Something is wrong. A Title Douluo shouldn't exhaust their soul power that quickly; logically speaking, it should take at least another hour," Tang San whispered from the sidelines.

Hu Liena's expression tightened: "So he is doing it on purpose. I don't know if Qin Jian has noticed."

"His speed is also slowly dropping; it seems... he hasn't noticed... Not good!"

Before Tang San's voice had even faded, the situation in the arena changed abruptly.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

One saw that Title Douluo's speed suddenly double, appearing directly behind the Qin Jian who could not dodge in time. A blood-colored blade wheel manifested in his hand, and without the slightest hesitation, he slashed down toward Qin Jian's right arm.

"Your spear... I'll take it!"

Hearing the voice coming from behind, Qin Jian's expression changed: "So your target was my spear..."

In the blink of an eye, either lose the spear or lose the arm; Qin Jian, of course, chose... to lose the spear...

With a loosen of his hand, that blade wheel flew past under his hand.

Having naturally saved his hand, the Silver Dragon Spear slipped out of his grasp.

"Hahaha! The secret of the Silver Dragon King's power is in this spear! Now it belongs to me!"

That Title Douluo impatiently reached out his hand to grab the Silver Dragon Spear.

At the same time, the Qin Jian in front threw out his Martial Soul Sword again, subsequently appearing behind the Title Douluo.

"Did you think I wasn't guarding against this move of yours?"

The Title Douluo grabbed the Silver Dragon Spear and casually swung it backward, wanting to block the Martial Soul Sword that Qin Jian was stabbing down with.

"Ah! ——"

A miserable scream spread throughout the entire arena in the next moment...

Fourth update

(End of this chapter)