Divine Seal: Six Paths of Reincarnation, I am the Crown-Rank Assassin

Chapter 31 Yan Qianqiu vs. Long Haochen

Long Haochen looked at Yan Qianqiu.

He knew that this battle was inevitable after the girl surrendered, because Mu Ning couldn't stop him.

That is,

This is even a premature final battle of the Demon Hunter Tournament.

"Assassin Temple Yan Qianqiu versus Knight Temple Long Haochen." This time, the referee was an eighth-rank paladin who looked to be around forty years old.

"Be careful not to use excessive force," the referee said.

Long Haochen was wearing the Holy Spirit Armor. Each of the three pieces was a magic-grade equipment, but the Holy Spirit Set was undoubtedly a spirit-demon grade.

The audience seats
As Yang Wenzhao looked at the young man on the stage holding the blue-gold longsword, he thought to himself, "That Blue Rain - Hibiscus of Light is really powerful."

It can upgrade the third-tier Lightning Spike to the fifth-tier level, with less spiritual energy consumption, faster condensation speed, and damage increased to ten times or more.

"What's wrong, Wenzhao?" Yang Haohan asked with a smile.

“Grandpa, I feel that Long Haochen also has a powerful figure behind him who is no less powerful than you. His sword is of a higher grade than the one I use,” Yang Wenzhao said.

"Hmm?" The old man's expression was somewhat unnatural.

If Yang Wenzhao knew that the sword was the one he had Long Haochen retrieve the day before their battle, would his grandson feel resentful?

"Don't make excuses. A loss is a loss. Haochen is much younger than you," the old man said calmly.

“You’re right.” Yang Wenzhao nodded seriously.

On stage,

Yan Qianqiu, dressed in heavy armor and wielding a heavy sword, stood on one side of Long Haochen.

He was clad in heavy armor.
The armor's dark patterns resembled coiled dragons, each plate as heavy as a monument, making the Eastern Peak in the hand appear even more majestic, and the blade nearly a foot wide.

The cold, metallic gleam of the sword's spine was so sharp that it created spiderweb-like cracks when it was merely lightly touched to the ground.

He stood silently, motionless like a mountain overlooking an abyss, silent like an ancient bell sinking into the sand.

Upon seeing this, Long Haochen immediately summoned his mount, Haoyue, upon stepping onto the stage.

When facing a sixth-tier expert, any slackness is disrespectful to others.

Long Haochen's body radiated a golden light that seemed to solidify, bursting forth with intense fighting spirit. The Holy Spirit Sword appeared in his left hand, while the blue-gold sword blade popped out from his right.

He jumped high and sat on Haoyue.
Prepare to habitually build up momentum.

The boy took a deep breath, stepped on the bright moon, and commanded it to charge with his blood pact!

Its unparalleled momentum crashed into its opponent.

"He actually launched an attack on his own initiative?" someone in the audience asked, puzzled.

"Hmm? Could it be that I'm trying to out-fire a ranged heavy archer who can suppress a mage?"

"Damn, I just remembered."

[Yaori Slash]

[Lightning Strike!]

Yan Qianqiu saw his opponent charging towards him.
The opponent's weakness, Blue Rain Light Lotus, burst forth with countless rays of light, its sharp aura penetrating every crevice.

He didn't move.
The heavy sword in his hand blocked his way, like an insurmountable barrier, his movements seemingly imbued with divine principles, easily deflecting each lightning strike.

"call!"

Long Haochen let out a low groan, his eyes now burning with inexhaustible golden light, like golden pupils.

With his left hand raised high, a dazzling beam of sunlight slashed down from above.

Wearing heavy black armor, Yan Qianqiu did not give an inch, and instantly swung his heavy sword upwards.

"Oh!"

The moment the Eastern Peak Heavy Sword and the Holy Spirit Sword collided, the explosive spiritual energy erupted like a raging torrent!

Long Haochen felt his arms tremble violently, his tiger's mouth burst open, and blood dripped down the hilt of his sword.

His body flew backward uncontrollably, even faster than when he charged forward, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, sending pebbles flying like rain.

"Qiang!"

In the crisis,

He swung the Blue Rain · Hibiscus of Light into the ground with a backhand motion.

The sword rubbed violently against the rock, sparking blinding sparks and carving a charred crack more than ten meters long before finally stopping its retreat.

"What terrifying power!" Long Haochen's heart sank.

His opponent's strength far surpassed his own. Even with the special properties of his magical artifact and the ability to activate the evolved Blue Rain Lightning Strike, he was still forced back to this extent. Yan Qianqiu calmly observed his opponent. After all, the Child of Light had only formally received Long Xingyu's instruction at the age of nine.

Naturally, he is not as good as him.

The two looked at each other, and Long Haochen took a deep breath.

His eyes were slightly red and bloodshot. "Please give it your all. I want to see the real difference between us."

Long Haochen said sincerely.

He could sense that his opponent wasn't using his full strength, which was even harder for the fourteen-year-old to accept than defeat itself.

Yan Qianqiu remained silent.

What he said.

You can't exactly tell the truth, that if you used your full strength, you wouldn't even be able to withstand a single sword strike.

Yan Qianqiu was very certain.

If he answers, his opponent will not hesitate to swallow the pill in his arms, desperately burning his life essence and gambling with the honor that belongs to the knight.

His figure turned into a shadow.

【Netherworld Flash】

He gripped the heavy sword with both hands and appeared in front of his opponent in a flash.

Despite the boy's astonishing physical abilities, the jet-black heavy armor still unleashed terrifying speed, and under this impact potential energy, the fluctuations of spiritual energy became increasingly exaggerated.

Long Haochen exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes gleaming with a blood-gold light.

One is born, the second is cooked.

With the Cardinal Priest's Healing spell at his disposal, he had no worries.

sacrifice!

open!

A burst of golden-red light, filled with sorrow, despair, and sharpness, suddenly erupted!

Long Haochen had a jade-green protective pill tucked in his arms.

He had considered taking the pill, but after much deliberation, he decided not to waste it and to leave this life-saving pill on the battlefield!
He was like a last knight facing countless powerful enemies, his comrades-in-arms dead, isolated and helpless.

Launch a fierce charge!

The unwavering belief in certain death fueled their fighting spirit and spiritual power, filling them with madness.

"So they really did use it?"

In the blink of an eye, Yan Qianqiu's heavy sword, carrying the force of a collapsing mountain, slammed down.

Before the sword's edge even arrives,

The surging air pressure had dented the dust on the ground, as if an invisible giant hand had struck down. This sword strike was like a mountain collapsing or a river bursting its banks.

As the jet-black sword sliced ​​through the air, it produced dark red sparks, as if even space itself was distorted and groaning under its power.

Long Haochen's divine parry!
His entire body was like a steel wall made of gold and red, standing firmly in front of his opponent and not giving an inch!

Divine Protection can withstand spiritual attacks of up to three times the normal power.

"Oh!"

The terrifying heavy sword pressed down.
Two glaring blood marks were drawn on the ground, and the end of the blood spiritual power was that young man.

Long Haochen exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes shining brightly, "I blocked it."

A vengeful light rose from his right arm.

Their footsteps pounded the ground, and with a fearless spirit, they launched their second charge.

Yan Qianqiu stood still, his heavy sword planted firmly on the ground, silently watching his opponent.

That Son of Light.

He didn't understand why Long Haochen was fighting so desperately. He wasn't a demon, and there was no life-or-death situation at this moment.

Why use sacrifice?
Could it be that Long Xingyu has subconsciously brainwashed him...?

Yan Qianqiu still had the energy to think things through and felt no pressure about the battle.

He even has the ability to break through the opponent's divine defense and block, but whether Long Haochen can survive under the Death Angel is still uncertain.

after all,

This is just a competition.

(End of this chapter)