World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1107 - 499: Lanling Miracle! Astonishing Thousands!_2

Chapter 1107: 499: Lanling Miracle! Astonishing Thousands!_2

So, although Lanling’s speed could not match this Berserker’s, he could still effortlessly block the attacks.

As for strength!

This Berserker’s physical arm strength was approximately 1,300 pounds.

While Lanling’s arm strength was around 900 pounds, a significant difference that would be hard to overcome!

However...

Once Lanling activated his Bloodline Power, the ratio immediately surged in a critical hit, skyrocketing to 1,800 pounds—allowing him to effortlessly block.

Of course, this Berserker could also activate his Bloodline Power Critical Strike, instantly doubling his arm strength to 2,600 pounds.

But whether it was in the Human Kingdom or among the Demon Clan People, the opportunities to unleash Bloodline Power Critical Strikes were limited—only three to five times a day at most.

Whereas for Lanling, no one knew how many times he could trigger critical hits.

Previously, with Yao Xing, the number of times Yao Xing absorbed energy determined how many times Lanling could trigger critical hits.

Now, with the Golden Bloodline and Golden Demon Body, Lanling’s body seemed like a bottomless pit of energy; as long as he exerted pressure, there would always be more.

So, Lanling could effortlessly and repeatedly unleash critical hits!

In this way, Lanling easily blocked over two hundred strikes from the Berserker.

...

After the first wave of frenzied attacks, the Berserker quickly retreated.

Initially, he had utterly underestimated Lanling. But now, his gaze became solemn.

Everyone else also saw that Lanling was surprisingly unharmed.

How was that possible?

After such a ferocious assault from the Berserker, Lanling remained unscathed.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Could it be that the Berserker spared Lanling because he thought him too handsome?

Even the Berserker felt something unusual about Lanling and withdrew all his contempt. He crouched low, his eyes showing a bloodthirsty glint.

"Never judge a book by its cover," the Berserker sneered coldly. "You’re not as simple as you appear, but... you’re still dead meat!"

Lanling could distinctly feel the bloodlust in the Berserker’s eyes growing stronger and stronger. His body crouched lower and lower, resembling a beast ready to pounce at any moment.

Moreover, his lean frame began to expand.

Lanling understood that he was about to unleash a Bloodline Power Critical Strike.

Once activated, the Berserker’s arm strength would surpass 2,600 pounds.

At this moment, Lanling had the option to use the Spirit Solidifying Skill.

However, upon releasing a bit of spiritual power, he discovered it was ineffective.

It seemed as though the Berserker’s helmet contained some kind of mysterious metal that blocked spiritual power waves.

Even so, Lanling could still attack using spiritual power through the Berserker’s eyes.

But he didn’t want to. What he needed was real combat experience.

He was determined to endure the Berserker’s three critical hits head-on! After all, in the Barbarian Tribes, only strength could inspire awe.

...

The Berserker’s Bloodline Power Critical Strike began, his strength doubling.

Lanling’s true test had arrived.

"Ah..."

With an explosive roar akin to thunder, the Berserker charged like lightning, his blood-red eyes fixed on Lanling as he swung his twin blades with ferocious might.

Bloodline Power Critical Strike!

Each strike carried a force of 2,600 pounds.

This was a display of Bloodline Power Critical Strike that everyone could see clearly.

All were waiting for Lanling to be torn apart, splattered in gore, and butchered into pieces.

Lanling gritted his teeth and roared loudly!

Summoning his Bloodline Power, he raised his sword in defense!

"Clang!"

The first round of the Berserker’s Bloodline Power Critical Strike.

2,600 pounds versus Lanling’s 1,800 pounds.

A clash of power against power. After canceling out their respective forces, 1,600 pounds of residual strength surged into Lanling’s arms.

Each arm had to withstand a force of 800 pounds.

Lanling felt his body jolt violently, his arms go numb, and experience a splitting pain akin to being torn apart.

But it lasted only an instant before he completely healed.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The Berserker unleashed a relentless Bloodline Power Critical Strike—an insane five-consecutive-slash barrage!

Each slash carried a force of 2,600 pounds!

Lanling gritted his teeth and bore the brunt of each strike. The result was only that his arm’s surface skin burst open, his flesh cracked, and blood trickled out.

If it had been anyone else, their arms would’ve been crippled by the second strike, decapitated by the third, and dismembered by the fifth.

But Lanling possessed the Golden Bloodline. Such injuries healed instantly.

And his Golden Demon Body, bearing the brunt of nearly a thousand pounds of force, remained mostly unscathed!

After the Berserker’s crazed five consecutive slashes, Lanling stood unharmed!

"How is this possible? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?" the Berserker shrieked. "How can you withstand the Bloodline Power Critical Strike?!"

The onlookers clearly saw it with their own eyes.

The Berserker wasn’t showing mercy—Lanling had genuinely endured the onslaught of five of his critical hits.

...

Lanling let out a cold smile. "Are you done attacking? Then it’s my turn!"

No spiritual power this time. Only brute force Bloodline Strike attacks!

He didn’t lunge forward but instead walked calmly toward the enemy.

With an explosive roar, Lanling’s dual swords swung ferociously!

Each swing was powered by Bloodline Power Critical Strike, exceeding 1,800 pounds of force.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Lanling’s swords hacked down furiously.

There was no speed, no flair to his attack.

Only one move—a straightforward chop!

From start to finish, he used only a single move!

The crowd burst into an uproar!

This was the spectacle they craved—pure, raw power clashing brutally.

Barbarians cared nothing for dazzling techniques. What they revered was raw strength and relentless speed!

Lanling roared wildly with every swing, advancing step by step, his swords slashing down repeatedly.

Always just one move!

No gimmicks, only direct strikes.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Ten strikes, twenty strikes, thirty strikes, forty strikes...

Each of Lanling’s strikes carried 1,800 pounds of force.

The Berserker, now relying only on physical strength since his Bloodline Power had been exhausted, could muster only 1,300 pounds per block.

After offsetting each blow, his arms had to absorb 500 pounds of residual force apiece.

Though his body was robust enough to handle 500 pounds, the accumulated strain began showing after ten strikes. He started to stagger and retreat!

A blood-pumping scene unfolded on the battlefield.

Pretty-boy Lanling roared loudly, slicing blow after mighty blow.

The once-mighty Berserker took step after unsteady step backward.

By the thirtieth strike, the Berserker could no longer hold firm.

"Clang..." His twin blades were sent flying.

He resorted to using his arms for defense, his metal-scaled skin nearly impenetrable by sword or spear.

By the thirty-fifth strike, the Berserker collapsed to the ground, crawling to escape.

Lanling wasn’t in any hurry to pursue. He simply followed with calm, deliberate steps, slashing down relentlessly with each one.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

By the fortieth strike, the Berserker spat blood uncontrollably.

Unable to flee any further, he sat on the ground, gritting his teeth as he attempted to fend off the blows.

Lanling targeted the Berserker’s back, hacking away mercilessly.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The entire crowd erupted with fervent cheers.

At last, a battle of pure might—no techniques, no flair, not even speed.

Only raw, crushing strength!

A display of raw power and dominance, the very thing Barbarian Tribes revered most.

With every strike Lanling delivered, his stature within the Foreign Tribe Army grew stronger.

Constantine, who once sought to brand Lanling as a prostitute, had his words obliterated into smoke and ash amidst the battlefield fervor.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Under the thunderous cheers, Lanling unleashed over a hundred blows on the Berserker!

Though the Berserker’s metal-scaled skin remained intact, his bones and organs had long since turned to mush.

Lanling’s sheer might had pounded him into a fleshy pulp smeared against the ground, dead beyond any doubt.

Finally, at the one hundred and fiftieth strike!

"Clang..." Lanling’s iron sword suddenly shattered.

Lanling tossed aside the broken blade and turned toward Constantine, saying, "Chieftain, Lanling of the Foreign Tribe Army reports victory, having slain the enemy general!"

"Hail! Hail! Hail!"

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