191: Chapter 191 The Sixth Brother of the Nordic Country

The moment Reinhardt stood up, the entire Arena fell silent for an instant.

Then, the Dragon Kingdom spectator section exploded.

"Are you kidding me? Heavenly King Lin just finished fighting Logan Steel-Skull, and you're going up now?"

"How shameless!"

"Does the Divine Child have no shame left at all?"

"Northern European Divine Child? I think you mean Northern European Dirty Player!"

The spectator stands were filled with curses.

The live stream chat moved so fast it was impossible to read.

[This is just too shameless, right?]

[Heavenly King Lin just finished a hard fight with Logan Steel-Skull, and Reinhardt is challenging him immediately?]

In Heavenly King Lin's current state, he definitely wouldn't have the advantage against the Northern European Divine Child.

Yet, Heavenly King Lin did not hesitate.

He shouldered his giant axe and walked back toward the Arena.

Academic Director Zhao Mingshan said in a deep voice, "Heavenly King Lin, you can refuse."

Heavenly King Lin did not stop his steps.

"If I refuse, the Dragon Kingdom loses face."

Heavenly King Lin grinned, his smile carrying an indescribable arrogance.

"Director."

"People of the Lin family can lose."

"But they cannot be afraid."

After saying this, he stepped onto the Arena.

The black giant axe landed heavily on the ground.

Boom!

The Arena shook.

Heavenly King Lin looked up at the silver-haired youth opposite him. Pale gold royal patterns emerged from his neck, gradually spreading to his arms and chest.

"Do you think that just because I'm injured, you can look down on me?"

Reinhardt stood on the other side with his silver bow in hand.

His expression remained calm.

"I am not looking down on you."

"It is precisely because you are strong that I am challenging you now."

Heavenly King Lin's gaze darkened.

"Then you will pay the price for your arrogance."

The countdown ended.

[Battle start!]

Reinhardt fired his first arrow.

The moon-silver arrow was like a cold beam of light, heading straight for Heavenly King Lin's brow.

Heavenly King Lin swung his axe horizontally.

Bang!

The arrow was shattered by the axe blade, scattering into a spray of moonlight.

Almost simultaneously, a second arrow pierced through the moonlight, aiming at a tricky angle toward Heavenly King Lin's old injury on his right shoulder.

Heavenly King Lin snorted coldly, his body advancing instead of retreating.

He forcibly shifted his shoulder, letting the arrow graze past his shoulder armor, then stomped his foot, his whole body pressing toward Reinhardt like a golden mountain.

"Heavenly King Suppresses the Mountain!"

Boom!

Pale gold Source Power spread from beneath his feet, and the entire Arena seemed to instantly become several times heavier.

Reinhardt's steps faltered.

His movement speed was slowed down.

Heavenly King Lin seized the opportunity and slashed down with his axe.

The giant axe tore through the air. Before the blade even fell, the intense pressure had already caused cracks to appear in the alloy Arena floor beneath Reinhardt.

Reinhardt's pupils constricted slightly.

He retreated, firing three arrows in succession.

The first arrow deflected the axe's momentum.

The second arrow struck Heavenly King Lin's knee.

The third arrow pointed directly at Heavenly King Lin's chest.

Heavenly King Lin did not dodge at all.

The pale gold royal patterns flared up. He took the second and third arrows head-on with his body, and the giant axe continued its downward slash.

Boom!

Reinhardt was clipped by the axe's wind, sent flying backward, and forced himself to flip and land in mid-air.

A wound deep enough to see bone appeared on his left shoulder.

Blood dripped down his white-gold combat suit.

The entire Arena gasped.

"He's suppressing him!"

"Heavenly King Lin is still this fierce even while injured?"

"Is this the Lin family's Heavenly King Tyrant Body?"

In the Northern European representative section, Elsa's expression changed for the first time.

"That guy..."

"He's still so ferocious even after being injured?"

Holder Black-Wolf licked his teeth.

"The scions of the Dragon Kingdom's great families aren't all soft."

Reinhardt looked down at the wound on his shoulder.

His gaze finally became serious.

"You are indeed very strong."

Heavenly King Lin approached, shouldering his axe.

"Enough talk."

"Continue!"

The ensuing battle entered a state of high-intensity exchange.

Reinhardt used his bow.

But he was no ordinary ranged fighter.

His arrows were too precise, too insidious.

Every arrow shot toward Heavenly King Lin's old injuries, joints, and points where his blood flow was sluggish.

Heavenly King Lin's giant axe slammed down once more.

Reinhardt was forced to the edge of the barrier, with nowhere left to retreat.

Heavenly King Lin's eyes lit up.

"Caught you!"

The muscles in his arms bulged, and the pale gold royal patterns lit up almost entirely.

"Nine Styles of the Royal Fist—Mountain Splitter!"

This time, he did not use the axe blade.

Instead, he used the axe handle as a fist, slamming it toward Reinhardt's chest with terrifying blood energy.

Reinhardt could not dodge.

Bang!

His chest took the hit squarely.

The white-gold light armor shattered.

He slammed into the energy barrier and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The entire Arena was in an uproar.

The Northern European Divine Child had been beaten to the point of serious injury!

Heavenly King Lin stepped forward, preparing to end the match once and for all.

But at that very moment, his face suddenly went pale.

The vibrating Source Power left behind from his hard fight with Logan Steel-Skull finally backfired when he forcefully exploded his blood energy.

The blood energy in his chest suddenly stagnated.

It was just this instant.

Reinhardt raised his head.

The crescent moon mark on his forehead flared up.

A silver glow like a waning moon flashed behind him.

"Moon Hunt."

His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

In the next second, his figure seemed to be sliced open by the moonlight, shifting eerily by half a step.

Heavenly King Lin's strike missed.

Reinhardt brushed past him.

The silver bowstring was pulled back, almost pressing against Heavenly King Lin's chest.

Close range.

A moonlight arrow condensed.

Boom!

Heavenly King Lin was blasted backward.

He tried to forcefully stabilize his body, but the arrow hit the exact spot where his blood energy was in chaos.

His foot slipped.

His body crossed the Arena boundary line.

Bang!

Heavenly King Lin landed heavily outside the Arena.

The entire Arena went silent for an instant.

The referee's voice rang out.

"Heavenly King Lin is out of bounds."

"Nordic Union, Reinhardt Moon-Hunter wins."

Heavenly King Lin knelt on one knee outside the Arena, his fist smashing heavily into the ground.

"Damn it..."

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

"I was exhausted too much earlier."

It wasn't that he couldn't accept losing.

But this way of losing made him feel terrible.

If not for the vibrating Source Power left behind from that fight with Logan Steel-Skull.

If he had been at full strength.

After that axe strike just now, Reinhardt might not have been able to stand back up.

Xu Xinglan and the medical staff immediately stepped forward.

Heavenly King Lin waved their hands away.

"I'm fine."

Xu Xinglan said coldly, "You have three broken ribs, a torn muscle in your right shoulder, and your blood energy is in chaos. And you still say you're fine?"

Heavenly King Lin was silent for a moment.

"I won't die from it."

Xu Xinglan: "..."

The atmosphere in the Dragon Kingdom representative section sank.

The current situation was very unfavorable for the Dragon Kingdom.

Aside from Lu Cheng, there wasn't much fighting power left.

Tang Zhiwei had just lost a match, and her condition wasn't good either.

After being continuously exhausted, Heavenly King Lin had lost to Reinhardt and couldn't go up again in the short term.

Xu Xinglan was not strong in one-on-one duels.

She could play a crucial role in the first and third events; her Source Array control, battlefield deduction, and ruin decryption were all very strong.

But in the Arena one-on-one duel event, her advantages would be greatly compressed.

Gu Changqing, Ye Beihan, and Jiang Xuance still had combat capabilities...

But the opponents were using a wheel battle strategy; even if they could win the first time, after their condition kept declining, they would surely be unable to hold on afterward.

Everyone who could participate in this kind of competition was a prodigy of their respective country.

There was no one who was trash.

Academic Director Zhao Mingshan said in a deep voice, "We cannot give them the chance to challenge first anymore. We should wait for them to lose condition and then launch consecutive attacks... try to drag out the battle time..."

Gu Changqing looked toward the Arena.

Reinhardt stood there, his shoulder bleeding, his chest light armor shattered, and his breathing was clearly unstable.

Although he had won against Heavenly King Lin, he had also been beaten up quite badly himself.

Ye Beihan suddenly stood up.

His voice was very calm.

"Reinhardt doesn't have much condition left."

Everyone looked at him.

A chill slowly spread from Ye Beihan's body.

"If we don't fight now."

"Waiting for him to recover will be even worse."

Academic Director Zhao Mingshan frowned.

"Are you sure?"

Ye Beihan nodded.

"I am sure."

After saying this, he walked directly toward the Arena.

"I challenge."

"The Nordic Union."

"Reinhardt Moon-Hunter."

The entire Arena erupted again.

"Good! Ye Beihan, take him down!"

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