Chapter 498: Long River

Translator: Udong_ Editor: EbonyFrost, Udong_

As the blade and the hammer struck each other and the moves of the b.l.o.o.d.y Combat Eight Strikes entwined and mixed with warrior power, Dorata felt that Qian Jin was too quick in responding to the fight. Besides, the impact force of his warrior power was as ferocious as the legendary giant dragon. After being stomped on by Qian Jin"s feet, Dorata"s war hammer got stuck in the ground.

Were it not for the strong defensive abilities of his war hammer, Dorata would have gotten hurt by this strike. Under the pressing force of Qian Jin, Dorata kept swinging his war hammer in an effort to set it free after being restrained.

A string of magic-like resplendent sparks was produced from these two weapons. At this moment, Zhanmadao seemed to have changed into a sharp hacksaw, having left a half-inch-deep crevice on the Hammer of Windstorm. While blasting his warrior power, Dorata kept gasping and tried hard to save his Hammer of Windstorm from Qian Jin"s Zhanmadao.

What the h.e.l.l was this blade? Dorata looked at his Hammer of Windstorm sympathetically. It was a Level 6 Warrior Weapon pa.s.sed down from his tribe. But in front of this boy"s Zhanmadao, it was as fragile as a piece of tofu.

Drone. Under the impacting warrior power, Zhanmadao gave out a string of horrific screeches. Seeing this, Dorata stopped feeling melancholic over his war hammer. Carrying grave murderous intent, the two-inch-long edge of Zhanmadao fell upon Dorata like a huge iron bowl dropping from the sky.

Dorata felt as if he had changed into a toad trapped under an iron bowl. For the last attack from Qian Jin, he had a hint of survival, but for this coming one, his possibilities of dodging were zero.

"I don"t fear you!"

The approaching danger of death stimulated the intrinsic wild temper of Dorata ingrained in his Dwarven blood. He wielded his Hammer of Windstorm to conjure cl.u.s.ters of magic waves, which then mixed with his warrior power to hover above his hammer. Then a dragon-like howl was produced upward as if a frantic cow was knocking hard into a war saber.

Clang. The sound waves arising from the clash of the metal produced a visible circle of airflow. Then the bandits sprawling on the ground felt that their clothes started to flutter as if being blown by a strong gust of wind.

Among them, several bandits who hadn"t covered their ears started to stream stains of blood from their ears. Their eardrums were shattered!

Creak…creak…creak…

Zhanmadao was moving downward slowly along with the Hammer of Windstorm stuck under it. Dorata felt the muscles all over his body stiffen while his capillaries underneath the skin were broken, from which drops of blood started to drip down. He looked like he had bathed in blood.

Pressure. Unprecedented pressure. Dorata felt that he was like a toad pressured by a mountain. Unable to move his limbs, Dorata had to watch his arms slumping down little by little, while his blackish blue veins were trying to slough off the blockade of his skin.

How come? How could that be? Seeing the falling war saber, Dorata felt hopeless. "I used [Avatar] to increase my strength by several times, as well as the special fighting technique of Thunder Strike capable of increasing combat power twofold. But this boy… he managed to fend off all my attacks. How come?" Dorata thought to himself.

The image of Zhanmadao was ever enlarged as reflected in Dorata"s eyes. Seeing this, he couldn"t help shaking his shoulder and bending his thick and bold legs.

Bang. Suddenly, Zhanmadao was pulled backward, setting Dorata"s arms free from the pressured state, which made him feel desperately relieved.

Qian Jin poked his arms backward softly and grounded his heels, just to stir up cl.u.s.ters of dust and conjure the huge lotus-shaped objects. Then an even resplendent light was given out by Zhanmadao, while that beam of l.u.s.ter no longer took on the shape of a meteor but started to scatter into the air.

The beam of light released by Zhanmadao turned into numerous strands and then collectively formed a giant blazing lotus, while Dorata seemed to have become the stamen in the center of the petals. He tried to leave this place, just to find that he had no way to retreat as he had been totally besieged.

The gorgeous lights given by the blade fell down like a meteor shower, making Dorata feel that call of death had approached.

The smell of death. Dorata smelled the aura of death he had once encountered on the Human-Demon battlefront, as cold and profound as it could be. Feeling hopeless, Dorata found that he had no leveraging point under his feet. He couldn"t help but loom in the darkness, trying to get away in vain.

Defeat? Death? Dorata"s eyes darkened. Against the approaching call of death, he felt unexpectedly calm. He could even calm his own heartbeat, while every wisp of gra.s.ses and flowers in the surroundings seemed to have been at his disposal as if they had turned into his fingers.

Here came a strange feeling he hadn"t ever run into. Dorata felt that his warrior power was advancing like a b.u.t.terfly sloughing off the coc.o.o.n. Under the call of death, his warrior soul, which hadn"t been condensed for years, was forming, and his stagnant warrior power was brought to life again from this moment.

Strands of warrior power were entwining with each other to form a new sequence, which then came back to the Golden Warrior Heart for a new round of combination to nurture a new life.

Defeat? How come? Dorata seemed to have seen a chance of life against despair, while his sinking heart also started to blossom like the fury lotus and the darkened war hammer began giving out a light. For the moment being, he seemed to be nibbling a little sun in his palm, which then changed into dozens of hundreds of smaller suns with his wielding of the hammer. In the end, a big bright sun was converged to rush toward the center of the fury lotus.

Qian Jin shook his shoulder slightly and swiftly took back his fury lotuses. The giant fury lotus was replaced by a long river, a river running through the night sky and swallowing all flames in the universe.

Te Jofy narrowed his eyes to the smallest and flashed sheer surprise out of his eyes. This chop carried truly compelling force as if having blended the sky, the stars, and the galaxy into one. At this moment, the blade was no longer a blade, but a long river in the galaxy, while Qian Jin was the deity in charge of this s.p.a.ce. The entire galaxy stood as his masterpiece.

This unprecedented chop swallowed the sun and entwined with the hammer, producing uncountable metal sc.r.a.ps and sparks to splash in all directions.

Dorata performed the strongest strike with his hammer, by doing which his entire spiritual power was uplifted to the vertex. It seemed that nothing, including the high towering stars, could hold back his surging warrior power. The moment the hammer collided with the blade, Dorata felt that the earth under his feet was glued together for rising up, while his clothes slit into pieces under the tearing warrior power to expose his st.u.r.dy torso. His red chaetae were also crunched into pieces by the twirling warrior power like a blazing fireball.

"What is this…"

Dorata felt suffocated all of a sudden as if he had been hit by a war hammer. His rising warrior power and the soul power that was half condensed was stopped by a heavy pressing force.

One chop? Two chops? One hundred chops? Or just one chop?

Dorata found it hard to tell whether Qian Jin had one chop or millions of chops. The only feeling he had was suppression in the most profound way as if the previously silent world had been totally smashed away by the fury wind and the frantic rain.

"Ah…"

"Ouch…"

The bandits in the nearby were pierced by the flying metal sc.r.a.ps and started to cry out loudly in pain.

Te Jofy leaned his head to another side to avoid the flying metal pieces. Was it not for his quick response, he couldn"t withstand the attack of these metal pieces even if he had the shelter of body-protection fighting technique. These were the sc.r.a.ps of a warrior weapon!

As the dust gathered around the two fighting sides dispersed and fell down, the bandits who had been long blocked from the fighting scene started to see things clearly. They gazed at the two people standing at the center of the battlefield.

The fight was over, in a way highly unexpected to everyone.

"Holy c.r.a.p. He won…how come?" Te Jofy rubbed his eyes hard and looked at Dorata, who had Qian Jin"s Zhanmadao by his neck, bemusedly.

Dorata was defeated. Te Jofy wondered whether there was something wrong with his sight. Only the Demon Extinguishers knew how strong this Dwarf truly was. Even the Bandit King Bhang Wusheng had stated that Dorata was the most powerful Warrior among warriors who had Golden Warrior Hearts.

It was impossible for warriors who hadn"t condensed a warrior soul to defeat Dorata, even if they might have awakened the bloodline power. In another case, two bloodline warriors who had reached the summit of Golden Warrior Heart wouldn"t be able to defeat Dorata even with the Bloodline Battle Form.

Perhaps the warriors from the six top Ultimate Bloodline warrior families could escape with the help of Supreme-level fighting technique pa.s.sed down for generations. However, they were equally incapable of defeating Dorata.

However, such a strong Dwarf lost to a Level 9 Demon Slayer; he hadn"t even ascended into a Demon Extinguisher.

Defeated? Dorata shrunk from two meters high into the original one-meter state like a deflated balloon. Standing motionlessly, he gazed at the war hammer lying on the ground in sheer blankness.

What he had lost in this game was not only a fighting technique but also his weapon. He hadn"t even activated the enchantment on Hammer of Windstorm before it was chopped apart by the Zhanmadao.

To say it was chopped apart was an understatement. It was modified. Dorata felt that he had actually activated the enchantment on the war hammer, yet the spell which used to attack his opponents rushed into his own body.

The magic spell wasn"t changed, yet the orbit was totally different from the past. Without any psychological preparation, the enchantment of dizziness penetrated into his body, knocking him out. Everything happened all of a sudden, and the final result of the fight had been made clear. That was, he was defeated.

Was this a coincidence? Or could this be… Dorata raised his head gradually, ignoring the Zhanmadao, which was capable of finis.h.i.+ng him off was still placed around his neck. In fact, there was already a thin trace of blood on his neck as left by the sharp edge, but he didn"t feel any pain. Looking into Qian Jin, Dorata had sheer curiosity in his eyes.