319: Chapter 313 Fierce Battle

Song Yang listened quietly as Taishan finished his declaration.

He gently spun the jet-black spear in his hand, executing a flourish.

This was his response.

No words were needed; actions were the best proof.

On the battlefield, there are only enemies.

"Oh, oh, oh! The match has officially begun!"

The Host's voice pulled everyone's attention back to this highly anticipated duel.

"Contestant Taishan has already unleashed his strongest absolute defense! He is extending an invitation! An invitation for Contestant Song Yang to launch an attack against him!"

"Can he withstand it? And in what way will Contestant Song Yang's spear respond to this invitation?"

Song Yang gradually began to move.

Immediately after, a scene appeared that left everyone dumbfounded.

With him as the center, blurry shadows separated from his body.

These shadows quickly solidified, turning into another "Song Yang."

One became two.

Two became four.

Four became eight.

Each figure was identical to Song Yang himself, whether in stature, appearance, or the jet-black spear in his hand; there was no discernible difference.

Nine Song Yangs firmly locked onto Taishan.

"What kind of ability is this? A cloning technique?"

The Host almost roared it out, his voice filled with disbelief.

"How is this supposed to be fought? Which one is the real one?"

Taishan remained like an immutable black mountain, arms crossed, not moving an inch.

A dark golden luster flowed across the surface of his heavy armor, forming a thick energy barrier that completely isolated him from the outside world.

He seemed completely unresponsive to the enemies appearing before him.

The next second, all nine Song Yangs moved simultaneously.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if controlled by the same brain.

Simultaneously lifting their feet, simultaneously charging forward!

They had only one goal: the black, unshakable existence in front of them.

The distance of a thousand meters vanished in an instant.

When the first phantom rushed in front of Taishan, the spear in his hand had already turned into a black lightning bolt, carrying a piercing shriek as it tore through the air, stabbing fiercely toward Taishan's chest.

Immediately following were the second, the third, and the ninth!

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

Countless spear tips struck the dark golden barrier on Taishan's body at the same time.

The moment those spear tips touched the dark golden luster, it was as if they had struck the hardest substance in the world.

Only ripples appeared on the surface of the dark golden barrier.

Then, those jet-black spears made of energy shattered inch by inch under an irresistible counter-shock force, turning into points of light filling the sky.

And the phantoms that lost their weapons also became illusory, finally dissipating into the air.

One volley.

Eight phantoms, all annihilated.

The entire arena fell into dead silence.

Everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

The sharpest spear versus the strongest shield.

The result of the first clash seemed to have been decided.

Song Yang's seemingly world-destroying strike couldn't even shake Taishan's defense.

"Too strong!"

The Host's voice was a bit dry, "Is this Contestant Taishan's absolute defense? It's simply impregnable! Although Contestant Song Yang's phantom attack was flashy, it didn't seem to cause any effective damage!"

In the audience, the supporters who had been sweating for Song Yang now wore worried expressions.

Meanwhile, Taishan's supporters erupted into thunderous cheers.

"Taishan! Taishan! Taishan!"

In their view, the outcome of this match was no longer in doubt.

On the arena, after all his phantoms were shattered, Song Yang was not surprised; instead, he was terrifyingly calm.

"Contestant Song Yang doesn't seem to have given up!"

"What is he going to do? Does he have an even stronger attack method than before?"

The Host's voice rang out again; he had keenly captured Song Yang's unusual composure.

The discussions in the audience gradually subsided, and everyone's gaze refocused on the man holding the spear.

The cheering stopped abruptly.

The smiles on the faces of Taishan's supporters froze.

They suddenly realized that the seemingly magnificent nine-shadow volley from just now might have been nothing more than a probe.

The real attack was just about to begin.

Song Yang moved.

No clones, no phantoms, just him alone.

He took steps, unhurriedly, walking toward Taishan step by step.

With every step he took, his aura climbed a degree higher.

He switched from holding the jet-black spear with one hand to holding it with both.

A scorching current began to spread outward with him as the center.

The air seemed to become distorted because of this heat.

Taishan still maintained his absolute defense posture, but his heart was not as calm as his appearance suggested.

The muscles of his arms crossed over his chest tensed even tighter.

The phantom attack from before seemed to have been easily resolved, but only he knew how intense the vibration was when those eight attacks landed on the barrier simultaneously.

His blood and qi surged uncontrollably at that moment.

And now, this man, the real person himself, was taking the field.

The oppressive feeling rushing toward him was ten times more terrifying than the eight phantoms combined!

When Song Yang walked to a distance of one hundred meters from Taishan, he stopped.

He did not advance any further.

He slowly raised the spear in his hand.

Fentian Nine Spears, First Form.

No unnecessary movements, no flashy light effects.

Only the purest, most ultimate straight thrust!

"Whoosh!"

An extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air had just rung out.

Song Yang's figure had already vanished from where he stood.

The next instant, he appeared in front of Taishan.

"Clang!"

A dull, long-lasting loud noise replaced the crisp consecutive sounds from before.

This time, it was no longer just ripples.

The entire dark golden barrier buckled inward violently.

The luster on the surface of the barrier flickered madly, uncertain whether to stay bright or dim, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

The rocky ground beneath Taishan's feet, centered on his feet, instantly cracked like a spider web, with cracks spreading out more than ten meters!

His mountain-like physique wavered for the first time, flying backward.

Cold sweat slid down from Taishan's temple, following his cheek, and dripped onto the heavy armor on his chest.

He blocked it.

However, it was incredibly difficult.

"What kind of power is this!"

The Host exclaimed in shock, his voice changing pitch.

"Just one spear strike! Only one strike! Contestant Taishan's absolute defense has shown such a violent reaction!"

In the audience, there was a collective intake of breath.

After the strike, Song Yang did not pause.

He flicked his wrist, retracted the spear, and with an incredible twist of his body in mid-air, the second strike followed closely.

Fentian Nine Spears, Second Form!

This strike was no longer a simple straight thrust.

The spear shaft rotated at high speed in Song Yang's hand, the tip carrying a spiral-shaped black energy, like an indestructible drill, once again drilling fiercely toward the same point on the barrier!

Under the crazy drilling of the spiral spear energy, the dark golden barrier's light dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Taishan groaned; the pressure he was bearing was too great.

"The barrier is about to break! Contestant Taishan's absolute defense is about to be breached!"

The Host had already stood up from his seat, his eyes wide, unable to believe everything he was seeing.

That golden barrier, which had made countless opponents despair in previous matches, was now teetering on the brink of collapse!

"Taishan! Hang in there!"

Taishan's supporters let out anxious shouts, their hearts in their throats.

However, Song Yang's attack would not stop because of anyone's will.

The force of the second strike had not yet fully dissipated when the third strike arrived.

Fentian Nine Spears, Third Form!

With this strike, Song Yang's entire aura changed.

A violent and scorching aura erupted from within him.

A cluster of black flames ignited on the tip of the jet-black spear in his hand.

The flames were not large, but they exuded a terrifying aura capable of burning everything to ash.

"Break!"

The spear swept horizontally!

The black flames drew a fan-shaped trajectory in the air, carrying an aura of destruction, and slashed heavily against the dark golden barrier that had already dimmed to the extreme.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, making everyone in the arena tremble.

Under the scorching of the black flames, the dark golden energy barrier finally could not hold on.

A crack appeared on the surface of the barrier.

Immediately after, the crack spread rapidly like a spider web, covering the entire barrier.

"Bang!"

The barrier shattered with a roar, turning into points of golden light filling the sky, dissipating into the air.

Absolute defense, broken!

The entire arena fell into absolute silence at this moment.

Everyone was completely stunned by this scene.

Song Yang's three strikes, each one fiercer than the last, each one more domineering than the last.

He had forcefully and completely shattered Taishan's pride and joy, his absolute defense!

Having lost the protection of the barrier, Taishan's massive body, clad in black heavy armor, was completely exposed to the tip of Song Yang's spear.

The cold sweat on his forehead had turned into bean-sized drops, rolling down continuously.

He stared fixedly at Song Yang; for the first time, an emotion other than solemnity appeared in his eyes.

"I admit, I underestimated you."

"But..."

Taishan grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"I'm not just someone who only knows how to take a beating."

His huge right hand reached toward his back.

There, unbeknownst to anyone, he was carrying a weapon wrapped in heavy animal skin.

Taishan ripped off the animal skin, and a huge cleaver with an exaggerated design, filled with violent aesthetics, appeared before everyone's eyes.

The size of this blade perfectly matched his three-meter-tall physique.

"Oh! My God!"

The Host nearly jumped up.

"Contestant Taishan! He actually has another weapon!"

"He is not a purely defensive contestant! He is a warrior!"

The audience also completely erupted.

They thought it was a duel of spear and shield, but who would have thought that after the shield shattered, hidden inside was another, even more ferocious heavy weapon!

Taishan gripped that huge broadsword with one hand, and his entire aura underwent a earth-shattering change at this moment.

If he was a steady and heavy mountain before, then now, he was a violent volcano about to erupt!

"Come!"

Taishan let out a deafening roar; he did not retreat, but instead took a step forward.