346: Asura's aura

Zhao Tianyang's violent figure suddenly stiffened. The movements of his nearly twenty waving arms became sluggish, as if he had fallen into a quagmire. The clones summoned by Lin Yao also seemed to have their slow-motion buttons pressed, their movement speed abruptly decreasing.

Exclamations came from the monitoring room once again.

“Slow Spell?!” Chen Jing blurted out in shock.

“He’s a Card Maker, how can he have this kind of skill?” On Wen Yan’s analysis board, the data jumped crazily, completely exceeding the scope of his understanding.

A sharp light flashed in Zhong Huai's eyes.

“This kid...”

However, as soon as Lin Yu used the Slow Spell, Zhao Tianyang's aura felt the resistance and pressed down directly, actually having an effect on him similar to a Slow Spell!

The two of them could be considered to have hard-controlled each other.

Although Zhao Tianyang's body was slowed, the violent power within him was frantically battering against the shackles of the Slow Spell. On the surface of his body, red energy patterns flickered continuously, emitting crisp "crack-crack" sounds.

“Roar!” Zhao Tianyang let out a low growl.

Relying on absolute raw strength and stats, he broke free from the Slow Spell. Although his movements were still somewhat sluggish, that sense of oppression once again surged toward Lin Yu.

Lin Yu's body also trembled slightly. After Zhao Tianyang broke free from the Slow Spell, the back-surge of power, combined with the innate Asura's Might on his body, formed a kind of mental pressure on Lin Yu.

However, there was not the slightest change on Lin Yu's face.

“Lightning Spell.”

Faint blue electric arcs jumped inside his body. These arcs were not for attack, but were stimulating every cell in his body, making them more active.

“Vitality Nourishment.”

Emerald-green life energy surged from his body, intertwining with the power of the Lightning Spell, forming a miniature cycle inside his body.

These two Origin Level powers were like two entwined dragons surging through his body. In an instant, Lin Yu broke free from the pressure of the aura. His body regained its flexibility once more.

The surrounding people were shocked yet again.

“He can actually break free from the Asura's aura suppression?”

“This Lin Yu... has some real skill!”

Chen Jing's expression finally began to turn solemn. He had originally thought this duel was nothing more than a farce. Lin Yu would quickly lose, and then he could naturally take Zhao Tianyang under his wing.

But now it seemed that things had exceeded his expectations.

Lin Yu stood where he was, looking at Zhao Tianyang, who had already broken free of the shackles, and Lin Yao's clones, who were watching like tigers eyeing their prey.

The corner of his mouth curled up imperceptibly.

Now this is interesting.

“Come on,” Lin Yu spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of excitement that was hard to detect.

Lin Yu's plan had already taken shape the moment the battle began.

Zhao Tianyang was a strength-type, a pure collection of destructive power; meeting him head-on was definitely not the best strategy.

Whereas Lin Yao, with Myriad Laws Comprehension, had a versatile class and numerous clones. Her tactical threat level far exceeded Zhao Tianyang's.

To capture the rebels, first capture their leader.

To kill a snake, strike at its seven-inch mark.

Solve the most troublesome one first.

His target, from the very beginning, had been locked onto his own younger sister.

As long as he could instantly crush Lin Yao and her army of clones, the remaining Zhao Tianyang would be nothing more than a target.

This tactic was clear, efficient, and lethal.

A terrifying energy began to gather in Lin Yu's palm.

The Origin Level Lightning Spell was being compressed and condensed by him in an unprecedented way.

It was no longer a violent electric arc, but a point of extreme restraint, a deep blue speck of light that seemed capable of swallowing light itself.

No one could see even a hint of lightning in it.

An aura of destruction quietly permeated... Inside the monitoring room.

Wen Yan's gold-rimmed glasses reflected the light from the screen.

His analysis speed was almost synchronized with Lin Yu's thinking.

“The target is Lin Yao!”

Wen Yan's voice carried the certainty of having analyzed the result.

“The most correct choice. Although Zhao Tianyang's destructive power is amazing, his action patterns are relatively singular. Whereas Miss Lin Yao's class characteristics are full of variables, making her the biggest unstable factor in the entire battle.”

He turned to Zhong Huai, seeking agreement.

“First use thunderous means to clear out Miss Lin Yao and her clones, then concentrate power to deal with Zhao Tianyang; this is a textbook response plan.”

Chen Jing listened from the side and nodded in agreement.

As expected of Fangs' strategist, he saw through the core of the battle at a glance.

This Lin Yu, although arrogant, had a clear head and knew which soft persimmon to squeeze first.

The other people in the monitoring room also broke into enlightened discussions.

“So that's how it is. I thought he was going to go head-to-head with Zhao Tianyang first.”

“Smart, solve the one that looks all flashy first.”

“Now Lin Yao is in trouble; that move looks quite powerful.”

Everyone believed they had foreseen the upcoming battle situation.

“Pity there's an Asura on the other side,” Chen Jing said... Inside the Duel Arena.

Inside the Duel Arena.

The point of deep blue light in Lin Yu's palm had been compressed to the extreme.

The space around that point was even undergoing slight distortion.

He raised his hand, and at the moment he was about to release this destructive blow.

Zhao Tianyang moved.

He didn't charge, he didn't block, he didn't even point any of those nearly twenty arms at Lin Yu.

He simply... opened those seven hideous heads.

“Roar—!”

A roar that could not be described in words exploded from his chest!

That wasn't sound.

That was a materialized shockwave condensed from pure fighting intent, fury, and absolute will!

The entire Duel Arena trembled violently.

Fine, spiderweb-like cracks appeared even on the indestructible white floor.

In the monitoring room, all the screens were simultaneously covered in piercing static and snow at this moment.

The audio equipment emitted an overburdened wail and then went completely silent.

Lin Yu's body jolted violently.

The compressed lightning in his palm that was about to be launched, enough to heavily injure Lin Yao, actually collapsed uncontrollably.

An invisible yet incredibly powerful force, like a shackle, clamped tightly onto his will.

His target was forcibly diverted.

All his senses, all his attention, and all his killing intent were forced to focus on the roaring demon god at this moment.

This feeling was more domineering and more unreasonable than any mental-control skill.

It wasn't confusing your mind; it was using an absolute power to tell you:

The Asura is here; your enemy can only be me!

The aftershocks of this roar even turned into a wild wind, sweeping across the entire field.

Lin Yao's clones, who had just set up their formation and were ready to coordinate the attack, were like fallen leaves in a gale.

The energy light on them flickered from the impact of this will; the formation was instantly blown to pieces, and they were scattered in various corners of the field in disarray.

The siege that was originally about to unfold was completely dismantled by this single roar.

The center of the field was cleared in an instant.

Only Lin Yu and that heaven-propping, Eight-headed Asura remained, facing each other from a distance.

Lin Yao let out a soft "tsk."

The Little Girl was unhappy; when the Little Girl is unhappy, the consequences are very serious!