Chapter 770: Give You Two Minutes

Valentín glanced at Lincoln and Washington with the corner of his eye, finding them completely lying on the ground.

Their bodies were like mud, soft and limp, unable to move even a finger.

Let alone getting up to fight again.

"Boom!"

Nobel's bomb suddenly flew over, the fire and explosion swallowing Tang Luo.

One could see that where Qin Wushuang had been, there was now a circular pit with a radius of five meters and a depth exceeding ten meters.

Flames rose and burned inside, the shockwave of the explosion still raging, and the sound of explosions occasionally came through.

It was like a fiery hell.

At the deepest point, Qin Wushuang gripped a large shield with both hands, slowly rising to his feet.

Now the shield was fully visible; it appeared to be made of bronze, square, slightly curved, bending toward the shield bearer.

Its thickness was about a palm's width, quite astonishing.

Theoretically, a shield could not block fire, at most blocking the flames and shockwave in front.

Supernatural beings certainly cannot be judged by common sense, otherwise they would not be called supernatural beings.

The shield in Qin Wushuang's hand was no exception, firmly protecting him.

Allowing him to survive in this terrifying pit as deep as a volcano's interior.

But one could see Qin Wushuang's condition was not good, his face somewhat pale.

Nobel, this battle spirit, is rather special; purely in terms of destructive power, he is currently the strongest among all battle spirits that have appeared.

Even the "ex-girlfriend" mini-missile that Sun Hongyun somehow produced has less destructive power than Nobel's recent frenzied bombardment.

So Nobel is the strongest battle spirit?

Naturally not; compared to Nobel's overwhelming destructive power, his own strength, speed, etc., are completely insignificant.

He is on the same level as the Flower-Clad Flute Player, one of the weakest in this batch of battle spirits.

Even the Three Strong Spirit Masters (Qin Wushuang, Sun Hongyun, Valentín) cannot compare to him.

Probably he can only bully Liu Wuxiu.

Qin Wushuang blocked Nobel's frenzied bombardment with his shield; interestingly, his battle spirit has not appeared up to now.

In single combat, Qin Wushuang's personal strength is probably the strongest among all spirit masters, yet even so, he has fallen into danger several times.

Battle spirit not appearing, spirit master taking the stage—this operation is rather puzzling.

Could it be that Qin Wushuang's battle spirit is of the same level as the one behind Tian Mei, exceptionally strong?

Thus, the spirit master has become a servant instead?

But looking at Qin Wushuang's appearance, he does not seem like Tian Mei, serving as a dog to others.

"What the hell is this guy's background!"

Nobel's voice drowned out the explosion; as a demolition genius, he could see Tang Luo in the firelight and thick smoke, completely unharmed.

Not a single hair was damaged, let alone burned.

Most crucially, Nobel could see no sign of any defense from the opponent.

He just stood there.

At least grab a shield for show, or open your umbrella—give some face?

"Lü Bu."

The one answering him was not Valentín, but the arriving Sun Hongyun.

He looked exactly like that stand-in, with an arrogant old man standing beside him, looking down people with his nostrils.

This is Sun Hongyun's third battle spirit—the Great Inventor Gongshu Ban.

Changed to a more familiar name, Lu Ban.

Sun Hongyun's stand-in, ex-girlfriend—all made by Lu Ban's hands, like Nobel and the Flower-Clad Flute Player, his own strength is weak, making him an auxiliary battle spirit of another sort.

"Lü Bu... you sure?" Valentín said.

This identity had just been "self-destructed" by Tang Luo earlier, and Valentín had heard it, but he really didn't believe it.

Even if it were that Lü Bu, the number one warrior of the Three Kingdoms, he should be on the same level as Zhuge Liang leading the charge, or the "Guan Yu and Qin Qiong combined warrior general."

But now, the strength displayed by the other party...

Far exceeds imagination!

"Yes, unfortunately we still haven't found where his spirit master is hiding." Sun Hongyun said, "But leaving these two battle spirits here, their spirit master has no more cards to play."

Not finding the spirit master doesn't matter; kill the battle spirits.

That also means letting the spirit master withdraw from this Heavenly Spirit Battle.

In past Heavenly Spirit Battles, there has never been a case where all battle spirits were wiped out yet the spirit master could still turn the tide.

Although the spirit master is the main, in the Heavenly Spirit Battle, the battle spirits are the absolute main force of combat.

"Demolition Thirty-Six Ghost Methods · Extermination Coffin!"

Nobel roared, throwing out two bombs that looked obviously special.

The bombs exploded, emitting no normal roar, not even any firelight.

On the contrary, the firelight and thick smoke around Tang Luo began to gather.

Affected by these two special bombs, they formed a cube one meter long and wide, two meters high; at first glance, it really looked like a coffin.

Inside the Extermination Coffin was condensed fire, terrifyingly hot.

The temperature reached several thousand degrees Celsius!

Inside, no human figure could be seen, only a mass of scorching firelight.

The Extermination Coffin maintained for a full five minutes before fading, the firelight completely dissipating, and the intangible "Extermination Coffin" also vanished.

A wave of heat surged forward, and the surrounding temperature began to rise.

White mist spread, and a vague human figure could be seen within it.

Tang Luo stepped forward and waved his hand, completely dispersing the white mist—still white-haired… but his clothing now revealed the pattern of a brocade kasaya.

Blood-stained white hair, not even a spark of flame ignited.

Even, it gave the feeling that his whole body was still icy cold.

"Join forces! Qin Wushuang, come out if you're not dead!" Sun Hongyun shouted.

In the deep pit over there, Qin Wushuang slowly crawled out, looking somewhat strained.

"Kid, don't waste my old man's good stuff." Gongshu Ban said to Sun Hongyun, stepping back and patting him twice on the back.

Sun Hongyun's body was instantly covered with a full-body armor, entirely black, form-fitting, not ancient in style but rather futuristic in appearance.

Except for the lack of a helmet on his head.

Sun Hongyun waved his hands, and two short blades, vibrating at a certain high frequency, extended from his forearms.

Ultrasonic blades—cutting steel like cutting cheese.

"I need to rest for two minutes." The crawled-out Qin Wushuang simply sat down on the ground.

"..."

Sun Hongyun looked at this guy speechlessly.

Back when I regarded him as my fated arch-enemy, I never thought this guy was so useless.

"Just the two of us seems a bit insufficient." Valentine shook his cane in hand.

The current situation on the field is as follows:

The Drunken Oni Child and Tian Tian Miezhuang are playing dead, with no combat power in the short term; even if they had any, they'd likely continue their ruse of playing dead behind the scenes until their "Supreme Lord" appears.

Zhuge Liang and the fused Guan-Qin warrior are locked in a stalemate, the outcome uncertain.

Vampire hunter Lincoln and Falling Cherry Blossom Divine Axe Washington are severely injured, expected to recover in days, completely non-combat effective.

After Nobel threw out the "Extinction Coffin," his stock seemed to have reached its limit; he stepped back two steps, indicating he had no ammunition left.

Qin Wushuang sat on the ground.

Gongshu Ban is a non-combatant; rushing forward recklessly would be suicide.

Currently, the only two effective combatants are the two Spirit Lords: Sun Hongyun and Valentine.

Sun Hongyun wears armor from the great inventor Gongshu Ban, and his strength has increased.

Valentine… actually, he is more inclined toward long-range combat as an extraordinary being.

So, may I ask how many minutes they can hold up before this "Lü Bu"?

If pessimistic, could it be changed to just a few seconds?

"In two minutes, I will surely kill this Spirit Lord." Over there, the "Ground-Tiger" Qin Wushuang declared fiercely.

"Are you sure?" Sun Hongyun knows Qin Wushuang—he is not someone who speaks without basis.

Although due to his poor mental acuity, he looks extremely disheveled tonight.

Yet this also proves Qin Wushuang's strength—being so dim-witted yet still becoming one of the Three Strong Spirit Lords, without some real power, how could he manage?

Sun Hongyun still believes in him.

Qin Wushuang nodded.

"Two minutes……" Sun Hongyun licked his lips, truly about to unveil his final trump card—let alone two minutes.

Even half an hour would do.

But that is reserved for the Nameless Supreme Lord; for now, it cannot be used.

"You take the main attack, I'll support." Valentine raised his cane.

"Two minutes?" Tang Luo, who had hardly spoken all along and even looked somewhat drowsy, turned his gaze to Qin Wushuang.

Qin Wushuang blinked, what do you mean?

"Then I'll give you two minutes." Tang Luo said, "Don't let me down."

After saying that, he walked to the side, where there was a barely intact park bench still usable for sitting, and sat down directly.

The Heavenly Howling Dog, which had not shown up earlier, somehow ran out from somewhere, jumped onto Tang Luo's leg, and lay there.

"... What is that?"

"If it's Lü Bu, then the Red Hare Horse?" Sun Hongyun speculated.

"……" Valentine's mouth twitched twice—bullying a clueless foreigner who doesn't know Romance of the Three Kingdoms?

"General Guan, General Qin, no need to continue." Sun Hongyun said.

Zhuge Liang and the fused warrior gradually withdrew.

Their battle, in fact, was a standard "gentleman's duel," so there's no need to worry about someone suddenly ambushing.

Each clasped fists, stepped back one step, indicating a draw to conclude.

Zhuge Liang wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked to Tang Luo's side: "Brother Fengxian, are you really planning to wait two minutes?"

"Mm." Tang Luo nodded.

Zhuge Liang said nothing more, sat down to the side, resting and recovering.

From a victory standpoint, such behavior is definitely not good.

But he respects the other's choice.

In the hotel, Liu Wuxiu jumped up and down: "We're about to win! Why give the opponent a chance?"

"Because he's too strong." Zhu Bajie said, "He hopes for a fight that's at least a bit interesting."

"……No, we're here to win." Liu Wuxiu felt helpless, even wanting to use spirit talismans to force Lü Bu into action.

But after thinking it over, he ultimately gave up on that plan.

His inner intuition told him that doing so would be bad.

Liu Wuxiu chose to follow his heart.

"Rest assured, we will definitely be the final victors, my lord, just watch." Zhu Bajie said with a laugh.

"Wait!" Liu Wuxiu abruptly raised his head, "And that 'Supreme Lord' hasn't appeared yet; what if he is Yamata no Orochi..."

"I see!"

He abruptly clapped his hands, "If it really is Yamata no Orochi, leaving these people to join forces is the most correct choice. I failed to consider that!"

Worthy of being a Lu Bu who knows how to support; meticulous in thought, far surpassing Zhuge Liang.

I convinced myself!

"Uh... actually, no." Zhu Bajie shrugged his shoulders.

In the high sky of the night, Ao Yulie's figure shuttled through, suddenly stopping: "They've come."

He was responsible for driving away idle people and such not to approach this battlefield, while at the same time, seeing if any other War Spirits or Spirit Lords would appear.

The appearance of Sun Hongyun and Valentine was actually entirely within his grasp.

Ao Yulie looked toward a certain direction.

The lights that were originally shining over there rapidly extinguished, darkness spreading, surging over like a tide.