Douluo’s Fate Blessed Melee Archer

Chapter 119: Winner Takes All, Losers Bite the Dust

Amidst the chaos, Han Li gazed at the pale faced siblings before him.

"It seems… no one is paying attention to you anymore."

At his words, their already pallid faces turned even whiter.

"Silence!"

From the stands, Qian Daoliu's voice rang out, instantly restoring order to the training grounds. All eyes returned to the battlefield, eager to witness what would happen next.

"Surrender," Han Li said calmly. "You're not my match. Even if I don't use my martial soul, you still won't be able to defeat me."

He spoke the most ruthless words in the gentlest tone. And to prove his point, he once again dismissed his martial soul.

"Surrender? Impossible! I will never admit defeat!"

Hu Liena's voice was shrill, her eyes burning red with madness.

"Very well," Han Li replied with a smile. "As you wish. Let the game continue."

The moment his words fell, his figure vanished once more.

At such a close distance, Han Li didn't even need to flap his wings.

A red glow flickered beneath his feet the ground shattered instantly. Before the siblings could react, Han Li had already appeared in front of them.

"Collapse Fist."

Both his fists struck forward simultaneously, landing precisely on their abdomens.

The compressed fire energy in his fists detonated upon impact, sending the two flying backward.

"Be grateful for your weakness," Han Li remarked, his tone laced with disdain. "I have to hold back my strength otherwise, you'd be dead already."

Midair, blood sprayed from their mouths like an open faucet. Their bodies slammed heavily onto the ground, blood trickling down their cheeks and soaking into their disheveled hair.

"We… haven't lost yet!"

Hu Liena struggled to her feet, hands caked in a mixture of blood, dirt, and sheer desperation.

Xie Yue, though physically stronger due to being a weapon soul master, failed twice to rise. He could only stand with Hu Liena's support.

Leaning on each other, they managed to stay upright.

"Brother… Yaomei… I must win," Hu Liena muttered, her voice trembling with madness.

Xie Yue looked at his sister, his expression unreadable. Without hesitation, he waved his hands toward the two moon blades embedded in the ground they spun back into his grasp.

Then, without a single word, he lunged straight at his sister.

Just as their bodies were about to collide, a sudden crimson glow burst forth, engulfing them both.

The red light flickered violently, and the two figures merged into one.

A new entity stood in their place a red haired figure, androgynous, wielding an enlarged version of Xie Yue's moon blades.

Simultaneously, the crimson light expanded outward, a dense red mist flooding the battlefield.

In mere moments, the mist completely engulfed Han Li.

The audience's vision was blocked entirely.

Within the scarlet fog, Han Li remained perfectly still, his expression unbothered as he examined his condition.

His senses, strength, and soul power had all been suppressed by 50% his movements even felt slightly sluggish.

A typical opponent would be helpless in such a situation.

But Han Li?

A hint of amusement flickered across his face.

"Oh? Instead of hiding, you're attacking me directly?"

"I appreciate your courage," he said, smirking. "Too bad… courage doesn't erase the gap between us."

Suddenly, he spun around, thrusting his hand behind him.

His fingers latched onto a wrist.

With a swift yank, the red haired fusion form was flung through the air.

At the same time, their oversized twin blades clashed together with a sharp clang, sending a metallic echo across the battlefield.

"This is impossible!"

A shocked voice erupted from their merged form. "How can you track us inside the red mist?!"

Han Li chuckled, turning slowly to face them.

"Because I am strong enough."

"And honestly," he added, shrugging, "it's a bit unfair to keep the audience from enjoying the show, don't you think?"

Without waiting for their response, his wings flared and he soared upward.

As he ascended, fire and ice erupted from his body, rapidly evaporating the red mist below.

From the stands, the audience could finally see the battlefield again.

All they had witnessed before was the mist swallowing Han Li. Then, after a moment of turbulence within, he simply flew out completely unharmed.

And above the mist?

A sky filled with countless arrows.

Fiery red and icy white, densely packed across the sky, stretching far beyond the battlefield's edges.

With one simple wave of his hand

"Go."

The arrows trembled.

And then

They rained down like a storm.

A downpour of flaming ice and frozen fire.

The audience held their breath.

"That's it," someone whispered in awe.

"It's over."

Surprisingly, the arrows did not explode upon impact.

Nor did they cause smoke or debris.

Instead

The red mist had vanished.

And on the battlefield?

The merged form of Xie Yue and Hu Liena had separated once more.

Both lay on the ground, unconscious.

A single red and white arrow was lodged into each of their limbs and abdomen.

Around them?

The rest of Han Li's arrows were neatly arranged forming a massive character on the ground:

"魂" Soul.

It was an undeniable declaration.

Han Li descended slowly, his usual gentle smile still in place.

"Your Excellency, Bishop," he said lightly. "I believe you may now announce the results."

The bishop, still staring at the battlefield, let out a deep breath.

Then, he stepped forward, raised Han Li's right hand into the air, and declared loudly:

"I hereby announce the victor of this battle: Han Li!"

Yet

The audience remained silent.

There was no cheering.

No applause.

Only a collective turning of heads every gaze shifting toward the central viewing platform.

And then

A single clap.

Then another.

And another.

A slow, deliberate round of applause.

It was Qian Daoliu.

He had stood up first.

Behind him, Guang Ling and the other worshippers followed suit smiling as they clapped for Han Li.

One second later

The entire arena erupted.

Thunderous applause and deafening cheers rang out, shaking the very ground.

Han Li's smile faded.

Calmly, he turned toward the stands raising a hand to wave at his teacher and friends.

Then, without another word, he exited the battlefield.

His task was complete.

And he had done it perfectly.

To him this entire duel had been nothing more than a performance.

He had crushed their confidence.

Branded them as weak.

Ensured that Hu Liena would never have a chance to become the Holy Maiden.

And in exchange?

He had secured his own path to becoming the Holy Son.

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