World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1106 - 499: Lanling Miracle! Shocking Thousands!

Chapter 1106: 499: Lanling Miracle! Shocking Thousands!

Lanling stepped into the middle of the battlefield, leaving everyone stunned.

It turned out to be this guy—his face as handsome as jade, without a single scar on his body, and even prettier than a woman.

The Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe laughed loudly and said, "Constantine, how could you be so careless, pushing your pretty boy out here to die like this."

Then, the group of Wild Horse Tribe members behind him jeered along, "Chief Constantine, if you don’t want this beauty, don’t waste him; just give him to me."

"Could it be that this pretty boy slept with your wife and made you a cuckold, so now you want him dead?"

Amidst the mocking laughter, Lanling walked to the center of the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Suo Mo closed his eyes in pain!

Things had deteriorated to such an extent, and Constantine had become this malicious.

Merely expressing an intention to let the Foreign Tribe Army fall under Lanling’s command had now put Suo Mo in this hopeless position, where Constantine was determined to have him killed.

But what broke his heart even more was Du Yan—just for power, he had fanned the flames and pushed for Lanling’s death.

It seemed Dina was right; this man had the heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog, utterly treacherous.

What was he to do now?

Stand by and watch Lanling walk to his death?

Although Lanling was now a Level Seven Samurai, as all others had said, he had only ever undergone endurance training and had virtually no practical combat experience.

Not to mention that the opponent was a Demon Warrior, and not just any but a Berserker—a Berserker impervious to blades and spears.

It could be said that even a Three-Star Demon Warrior might not stand a chance against this Berserker. Let alone Lanling—a mere Level Seven Samurai, who had never practiced swordsmanship or undergone combat training.

So, in the hearts of not just all the Foreign Tribe Army but all of Constantine’s people, even Suo Mo felt that there was no doubt Lanling would perish in this fight.

Would he really stand by and watch Lanling die like this?

No, absolutely not!

Suo Mo opened his eyes, gathered all his strength, and began to prepare!

He was going to save Lanling!

Interfering in a pre-battle duel was considered a grave crime, punishable by execution—defying the will of the heavens, so to speak.

But Suo Mo could not just stand by and watch Lanling die; he had to take action!

From a short distance away, Constantine’s gaze sharpened as he sneered, "Suo Mo, go on. Do make your move. If you dare to interfere in the duel, I’ll have every right to kill you!"

Constantine had made the perfect calculation.

Lanling dueling the Berserker was a death sentence, no question.

And Suo Mo, in order to save his nephew, would risk defying universal propriety and make a move, branding himself with an enormous crime.

Constantine would temporarily spare both Lanling and Suo Mo, but he’d detain Lanling and force Suo Mo to throw himself completely into this war.

Once the war was over, Constantine would then execute Lanling, strip Suo Mo of his position, and install Du Yan as head of the Foreign Tribe Army.

Thus, it was entirely a scheme killing three birds with one stone.

Kill off that pretty-faced Lanling, officially suppress Suo Mo’s authority, and elevate Du Yan in rank.

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As the Berserker caught sight of Lanling’s face, he immediately stuck out his tongue to lick his lips and said hoarsely, "That skin is even softer than a woman’s ass. After I kill you, I’ll chop you into pieces and make you into a stew. I’ll eat a whole plate of you myself, hahaha..."

The Berserker laughed maniacally, then dragged the sharp edge of his blade across his chest, producing an ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal as sparks flew.

Every inch of his body was covered in densely embedded metal particles, making him look as if he had grown scales that were impervious to blades and spears.

Lanling drew his iron sword!

Yes, just two ordinary iron swords, weighing over a hundred pounds in total.

In the Human Kingdom, though he had seldom acted, he had an endless collection of swords.

From jewel-embedded golden swords to platinum swords, black gold swords, and even a Dragon Gold Sword—he had them all.

But here, he had only an iron sword, and the other one was borrowed.

The Berserker hunched down suddenly, spinning his curved blade in his hands while his wolf-like eyes fixed on Lanling, glowing red with bloodlust.

"Dong!"

The bell tolled sharply!

The battle began!

The Berserker transformed into a gust of wind, charging straight toward Lanling!

His speed was astonishingly fast!

He wasn’t just about brute strength; judging by his nimble body, he excelled in speed as well!

In almost an instant, the Berserker was right in front of Lanling.

Then...

His twin blades slashed and hacked wildly...

"Swish swish swish swish swish..."

He spun around Lanling at an incredible speed, his twin blades flashing like lightning. In the span of just one minute, he had slashed at Lanling over two hundred times.

The strikes were unbelievably fierce and terrifying.

Every single slash rained down on Lanling.

Yet, that pretty-faced Lanling—his figure was no longer even visible!

Everyone thought: The pretty boy was dead, hacked to pieces!

But just as the Berserker charged in, Suo Mo, clutching hidden weapons in his hand, was already poised to intervene.

Then, suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold.

The Berserker, wielding his twin blades and attacking Lanling with relentless ferocity—speed unmatched and strikes lethal—was about to slice Lanling into shreds.

But Lanling stood still, unmoving, effortlessly deflecting every single one of the Berserker’s strikes.

His moves were simple, just straightforward sword blocks, nothing fancy.

Yet no matter how fast or ferocious the Berserker’s attacks were, Lanling could easily parry them.

So, in the span of that minute, with over two hundred strikes from the Berserker, Lanling parried all two hundred effortlessly.

How was this possible?

The answer, of course, was Lanling’s heaven-defying spiritual power!

Although the Berserker moved with incredible speed, Lanling’s spiritual power allowed him to slow down the Berserker’s motions by tenfold, twentyfold. It allowed him to easily predict where the blades would strike and preemptively block them.

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