Douluo’s Fate Blessed Melee Archer

Chapter 118: Crushing Victory and Psychological Devastation

Honestly, if this weren't a battle, Han Li would have burst out laughing.

A fight between opponents of the same level, with soul rings already revealed and glowing, clearly signaling activated skills yet someone was actually dumb enough to try catching an attack with their bare hands? Even if it looked weak, that was no excuse.

"I have to ask… did you train the brains out of your head?"

"Yan! Dodge, now!"

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously one slightly mocking, the other filled with urgency.

Yan wasn't particularly bright, but he was at least obedient. The moment he heard Hu Liena's warning, he tried to evade and activate his second soul skill, Granite Armor.

But, unfortunately, he was still too slow.

The sluggish arrows that had been drifting lazily toward him suddenly accelerated, appearing right before his eyes. And at that moment, his second soul skill had yet to fully activate.

In Yan's wide eyed shock, he noticed the energy fluctuations around the arrows just as Han Li's voice echoed in his ears cold, emotionless.

"Explode."

The next second, the three arrows in front of him erupted into a violent explosion.

Before the nearby bishop could react, a flaming red figure, drenched in blood, was sent flying out of the battlefield, crashing onto the ground a fair distance away.

"Relax. He's not in any real danger," Han Li's voice cut through the dissipating smoke, clear and unhurried. "I controlled the explosion's power. He'll just be bedridden for ten days, maybe half a month. Then he'll be fine."

As the dust settled, the most shocking detail was revealed Han Li had dismissed his martial soul.

Standing in the center of the arena with his arms crossed, he looked completely relaxed as he casually gazed at Hu Liena and Xie Yue.

"Honestly, I knew you three were weak… but I didn't expect you to be both weak and stupid."

"Weaklings still have the chance to grow stronger. But idiots? There's no cure."

"You may go and check on your idiot now. I allow it."

His voice, amplified by soul power, resounded across the entire venue.

For a moment absolute silence.

Arrogance.

This was sheer, unbridled arrogance.

And yet, combined with his earlier introduction, the impact was beyond effective Han Li had successfully stunned an entire arena full of powerful figures into speechlessness.

A seven year old, fighting three opponents each six or seven years older than him.

A single attack, and one of them was already down.

And now, mid battle, he had dismissed his martial soul and was speaking to his opponents as if they were already beneath him.

This wasn't just a battle anymore this was humiliation. Extreme, calculated humiliation.

And the worst part?

He was humiliating the Pope's chosen disciples.

While the Pope herself sat right there on the high platform, watching.

This wasn't just slapping Yan in the face.

This was kicking Bibi Dong in the teeth.

"You !"

Hu Liena was about to charge forward in rage, but Xie Yue grabbed her arm, holding her back. He shook his head.

A slow, mocking clap rang out.

It was Han Li clapping for Xie Yue.

"Smart choice," he said approvingly. "Be good. Take him to the bishop, and then come back. I'll keep you company while you fight."

His tone was infantilizing. As if he were instructing misbehaving children.

Even the bishop, who had been stepping forward to retrieve Yan, froze mid step. He wasn't sure if he should continue.

Meanwhile, Hu Liena's glare was burning with sheer murderous intent as she locked eyes on Han Li. She wanted to tear him apart.

But Xie Yue didn't move. His hand tightened around Hu Liena's arm, forcing her to stay put.

"Forget it. Bishop, please take the idiot away," Han Li said with an easy smile. "Looks like his teammates have decided to abandon him."

His tone was gentle. His expression was warm. He even showed respect toward the bishop.

But his words?

His words were ruthless.

They stabbed into Hu Liena and Xie Yue's hearts.

And into the hearts of everyone in the arena.

Because it was true.

They hadn't moved to help Yan. If this were a real battlefield, he would have been left to die.

The sun shone warmly over the stadium. But to Hu Liena and Xie Yue, the air suddenly felt freezing cold.

It was as if every eye in the stands had turned into a weight pressing down on them.

Suffocating.

Paralyzing.

Even after the bishop had carried Yan out of the arena, neither Hu Liena nor Xie Yue moved.

"Well?"

Han Li's voice snapped them out of their daze.

"The fight isn't over yet. Do you still want to continue?"

It wasn't over.

It had never even begun.

They had merely activated their martial souls they hadn't even used a single soul skill.

"Of course," Hu Liena said through gritted teeth.

She was on the verge of tears.

She bit down hard on her lip, the metallic taste of blood spreading in her mouth as she forced herself to speak.

She turned slightly toward the high platform, but she couldn't see anything.

But she knew.

Her teacher was watching.

She had to win.

No matter the cost.

She had no way out.

Xie Yue didn't speak. He merely took a step forward, shielding his sister. His grip tightened around his Moon Blades, the sharp edges gleaming in the sunlight.

"Alright then."

Han Li's smile never faded.

"Are you ready?"

"I'm attacking now."

The moment he finished speaking, a pair of cyan wings unfolded behind him.

Before anyone could react, his wings trembled slightly

And then

He disappeared.

A streak of cyan light shot across the battlefield, closing the distance in an instant.

Hu Liena's pupils shrank his speed was far beyond what she had expected!

But she wasn't weak.

Her first soul ring flashed, her eyes glowing purple as she locked her gaze onto Han Li attempting to force him into a stunned state.

But

"It won't work."

Han Li's voice reached her before her attack could even land.

"Your spiritual power is far too weak."

He didn't even slow down.

If anything, he accelerated.

Hu Liena coughed up blood.

Xie Yue moved instantly, stepping forward to block him.

Three soul rings flashed at once.

"Slash. Defend. Break!"

Two crescent shaped crimson blades spun through the air, racing toward Han Li at impossible speed.

"A decent attack."

Han Li's voice sounded amused.

In an instant two new weapons appeared in his hands.

One blood red. One pure white.

Each one gleamed like twin dragons.

And behind them

Black, purple, black.

The same soul ring configuration as before.

His third black ring flashed.

The two twin dragon blades clashed against the Moon Blades.

A brief pause

And then

The Moon Blades were knocked out of the air.

They spun away, tumbling toward the edge of the arena.

Han Li landed in front of them, calm as ever.

"Martial Soul: Ice Fire Dragon Blades."

He smiled.

"Please, continue."

The arena erupted.

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