World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1194 - 534: Du Yan kneels and begs for mercy! Lanling miracle!

Chapter 1194: 534: Du Yan kneels and begs for mercy! Lanling miracle!

Chief Constantine, the tribe’s flower Nini’an, stared wide-eyed, unable to close them.

It was too shocking, too sensational!

Nini’an was all too clear about Lanling’s cultivation. A month ago, he wasn’t even a demon warrior.

But now, he actually defeated Du Yan.

Indeed, Du Yan had an element of showing off that led to his downfall. But Constantine could see that even in a normal duel, Lanling still had a great chance to win.

Earlier, each sword strike from Lanling bore a force of over twelve thousand jin.

In just a few minutes, he delivered over a thousand Bloodline Force Critical Strikes.

It was astonishing; an average person could manage four or five Bloodline Force Critical Strikes at most, yet Lanling seemed limitless.

Even so, Lanling’s rapid advancement in skill was simply defying nature.

In a mere month, his skill level had increased by ten levels.

This pace of cultivation is enough to make heaven and earth change color!

In just a few months, Lanling’s skill had improved so significantly. What about in a year or two? How powerful would he become?

Constantine couldn’t imagine, and neither could Nini’an.

This person couldn’t be left alive; he had to be killed, he had to be killed!

Constantine hoped for talents to emerge in the tribe, but he absolutely did not want anyone to surpass him. He couldn’t tolerate Suo Mo, let alone a younger, more extraordinary Lanling.

Lanling must be killed, eliminated at the bud, stifled in the cradle!

"Kill, kill, kill, kill..." The loud shouts from tens of thousands echoed, waking Constantine instantly.

Du Yan couldn’t die; he was a good dog, albeit a clown-like one, but he couldn’t die.

The more of a clown, the more useful he was.

Du Yan, whose courage seemed to have split, had abandoned all pride and dignity without a trace, scrambling desperately out of the pit, raising his hands high, he pleaded, "Lanling, I surrender, don’t kill me..."

In the face of death, dignity was worth nothing.

Lanling’s eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Du Yan was, in fact, very similar to Ling Ao.

With extremely high talent, they grew up amidst everyone’s praises, never facing setbacks.

However, because of their humble beginnings, hidden beneath their extreme arrogance was an extreme inferiority complex.

They had an instinctive reverence for power. Yet, their vision was narrow, their hearts small, unable to see situations with a developmental outlook.

Take Ling Ao, for example. He could bow and scrape to Zhi Li. But when Lanling wielded power over the Rage Wave Kingdom, far surpassing Zhi Li, he still wasn’t willing to surrender. He stubbornly held onto his dignity, choosing death over surrender to Lanling.

This was the self-respect of small people!

Whether it was Ling Ao or Du Yan, perhaps their martial skills were strong, but their hearts always housed the soul of a small person.

Of course, this Du Yan was even more pathetic compared to Ling Ao.

Ling Ao never pleaded for mercy when facing Lanling. But Du Yan, to save his own life, actively surrendered.

So, could Du Yan be used in the future?

Lanling had no faith in that; Du Yan’s mindset needed a complete transformation to understand his position and see Lanling clearly, needing a complete sublimation of his worldview and life outlook. Only then would Du Yan have a chance for redemption.

Lanling didn’t think Du Yan’s wisdom could achieve that.

Therefore, Du Yan must die!

"Kill, kill, kill..." Everyone shouted in unison.

Lanling raised his greatsword, ready to decisively sever Du Yan’s head.

In the duel arena, life and death were at the mercy of fate!

Suo Mo’s eyes twitched, instinctively wanting to stop it.

After all, Du Yan was his adopted son, raised by him.

Before, he felt Du Yan had performed well. In Suo Mo’s view, Du Yan had merely succumbed to jealousy, leading to his current predicament.

This time, Lanling should have completely awakened him, enough for profound repentance.

But ultimately, Suo Mo didn’t speak to stop it, because he felt that whatever Lanling wanted to do, it was best not to stop him.

In the impending establishment of the Flame Demon Tribe, Lanling was the leader, not Suo Mo.

If Lanling wanted to kill Du Yan, although Suo Mo was heartbroken, he couldn’t stop it.

"Du Yan, I’m your sworn brother, don’t kill me, don’t kill me..." Du Yan screamed desperately, "Adoptive father, let Lanling not kill me!"

Before death, Du Yan forgot everything, his entire soul consumed by fear.

"Swish!" Lanling’s greatsword swung down fiercely.

"Ding..."

An hidden weapon, like lightning, struck Lanling’s greatsword.

Instantly, Lanling’s entire arm went numb.

On the surface of the arm, cracks appeared instantly, blood gushing out.

Furthermore, the tendons in the entire arm seemed to be on the verge of splitting.

It was just one hidden weapon, yet it carried such astonishing power.

This hidden weapon was launched by Chief Constantine; he didn’t want Lanling to kill Du Yan.

Despite Du Yan being defeated by Lanling, his clownish conduct cost him the chance to be the Foreign Tribe Army’s chief successor.

However, his martial skills were indeed high, and in the future, they would only improve. Trained properly, he would be a good dog.

"Hahaha..." Chief Constantine loudly proclaimed, "Today’s duel was truly marvelous."

He stood up, went to the center of the arena, raising Lanling’s arm and announced, "I declare, Lanling is the winner of this duel!"

"Hooray, hooray, hooray..."

The Foreign Tribe Army brothers shouted in unison.

The outcome was perfect; the Lanling they favored not only didn’t shrink back from the battle but also created an unprecedented miracle, defeating Du Yan in a rather bloody manner.