308: Chapter 308 Dare to Face the Wave?!

At the edge of the Duel Arena.

The Red Wolf Guild's Logistics Team sprinted onto the field carrying a stretcher.

They carefully lifted the unconscious Xia Li off.

Lu Yuan strode forward.

He looked at Xia Li's stunningly beautiful face, now drained of all color and pale as paper.

He looked at her silver armor, which was shattered and nearly soaked red with blood.

Lu Yuan's heart felt as if it had been fiercely gripped by something.

It hurt intensely!

He reached out, his movements gentle to the extreme.

He gently stroked Xia Li's delicate, upturned nose.

"You've worked hard, silly."

Lu Yuan said in a low voice, filled with extreme tenderness, "Get some rest."

"Next..."

Lu Yuan slowly stood up.

The moment he turned his head and looked toward the gods' spectator stands,

the tenderness in his eyes vanished instantly!

Replacing it was an extreme killing intent that seemed capable of freezing souls!

"Leave it to me!"

"I'm going to slaughter them all today!!!"

"Rumble... Rumble..."

The scarlet mecha finished its transformation.

With heavy footsteps, it slowly stepped into the center of the Duel Arena.

On the terrifying God-Slaying Main Cannon on its right arm,

black and white flames of annihilation danced wildly, as if they wanted to tear the surrounding air apart.

Inside the cockpit.

Lu Yuan's eyes were cold as knives as he quickly scanned the system panel.

[Mythic-grade Component: Phantom Twin Stars, currently on cooldown.]

[Remaining time: 99 hours!]

[Passive Skill: [Unyielding Barrier].]

[Current remaining immunity charges: 2!]

Lu Yuan took a deep breath.

Clone on cooldown.

Invincibility, only one charge left.

"There's only one chance left..."

Lu Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes growing increasingly vicious.

"If you dare to hurt my people, don't blame me for playing dirty!"

On the other side.

God of War Tyr held the gungnir, surrounded by violent thunder and colorful divine light.

He landed with a thunderous crash, bringing a world-destroying sense of oppression!

In mid-air.

The commentator, Freya, raised her microphone high, her voice soaring into the clouds:

"Wow! Everyone!"

"The most exciting moment has finally arrived!"

"On the left side of the Duel Arena!"

"It is the unfathomably strong human champion—Red Wolf, Lu Yuan!"

"And on the right side of the Duel Arena!"

"It is the God of War holding the King of Gods' supreme treasure, bearing the supreme wrath of Asgard—God of War Tyr!"

"Is this a mortal defying fate to see god-slaying through to the end?!"

"Or will the God of War unleash divine punishment to crush a mortal's pride with absolute violence?!"

"So, next is the overtime match!"

"A battle of life and death!"

"Countdown!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1! Battle—Begin!!!"

The moment the words fell!

God of War Tyr's muscles tensed, and he subconsciously assumed an absolute defensive stance!

He stared fixedly at that scarlet mecha.

He had watched the entire first duel.

He knew all too well how insidious this human named Lu Yuan was!

Clone decoys!

Invincible shields!

Super-powered sneak attacks!

God of War Tyr pushed his divine sense to the limit, ready at any moment to welcome that world-destroying preemptive shot.

However...

One second, two seconds.

The scarlet mecha didn't move an inch.

Just as God of War Tyr was feeling suspicious and uncertain,

Lu Yuan's lazy, mocking voice drifted out from the mecha's loudspeaker.

"Hey."

"You big guy over there, holding that broken stick."

"I heard you're the God of War of Asgard?"

God of War Tyr's pupils constricted. He said nothing, maintaining his defensive stance.

Lu Yuan sneered.

"Don't be so nervous, acting like a turtle hiding in its shell."

"I'm not playing games with you today."

Lu Yuan controlled the mecha to slowly raise its right arm.

The massive black and white cannon muzzle pointed directly at God of War Tyr.

"Do you dare to face me head-on?"

"Let's clash beams directly?!"

"One move to decide life and death!"

"Either you die, or I perish!"

"Clash beams?!"

As soon as these words were spoken,

the gods in the stands were instantly anxious.

"God of War Tyr! Don't listen to him!"

"This kid is full of tricks; he's definitely brewing something malicious!"

"Absolutely do not clash beams!"

"Use your speed advantage to get close and crush him!!!"

Listening to the exclamations of the gods filling the sky,

God of War Tyr's hand gripping the gungnir tightened slightly.

Seeing this, the mockery on Lu Yuan's lips deepened, and his voice resounded throughout the arena: "What?"

"A dignified God of War, and you don't even dare to clash beams head-on?"

"Are all the gods of Asgard just a bunch of spineless cowards?"

"If you're scared, kneel down right now, kowtow three times, and call me Grandpa!"

"If I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll leave you a whole corpse!"

"You're courting death!!!"

God of War Tyr was naturally hot-tempered; how could he endure such naked, egregious humiliation!

Moreover!

He was currently holding the King of Gods' supreme treasure, and between his brows was the life-saving essence blood bestowed by the Queen of Gods!

Clash beams?!

God of War Tyr's brain raced, spinning so fast it was practically smoking.

In the first match, when this kid clashed beams with Thor, both sides were deadlocked for a long time, evenly matched!

And he, God of War Tyr, often sparred with Thor; their divine powers were on par!

More importantly, what he was holding now was the weapon known as the strongest in the entire universe—the gungnir!

Its power was many times stronger than mjolnir!

Asking him to clash beams at a time like this?!

It was simply a foolish human seeking his own death!

"Fine! This god will grant your wish!"

God of War Tyr roared, and brilliant divine light erupted from his single eye.

He gripped the gungnir with both hands, and violent thunder instantly soared into the sky!

"Arrogant human!"

"One move, and I'll send you to hell!!!"

On the other side of the Duel Arena.

The scarlet mecha slowly raised its right arm.

The massive black and white cannon muzzle locked onto God of War Tyr.

God of War Tyr gripped the gungnir with both hands, assuming a charging stance like a sword draw.

At the tip of the spear, world-destroying energy was compressed frantically!

Tension was high!

The air seemed to freeze completely at this moment.

All one hundred thousand gods and three hundred thousand Red Wolf Players in the arena held their breath.

The vast arena was terrifyingly quiet.

Only the clearly audible, drum-like pounding of heartbeats remained.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The next second.

God of War Tyr moved!

"Die!!!"

Violent, colorful divine light erupted, and God of War Tyr thrust forward with the momentum to pierce the stars!

However!

Almost at the exact moment God of War Tyr attacked,

that massive scarlet mecha...

vanished into thin air!

Without any trajectory!

Without any afterimage!

It just vanished from its spot, without any warning!

[Legendary-grade Component: Void Jump Engine—Activated!]

[Skill Effect: Ignore terrain, ignore obstacles, ignore physical laws!]

[Perform an instant teleportation with a maximum distance of five hundred kilometers!]

And the teleportation coordinates Lu Yuan set,

were nowhere else.

They were right behind God of War Tyr!

"Swish!"

Space distorted for a moment.

At this moment.

God of War Tyr's world-destroying strike was still blasting forward frantically.

But he suddenly felt,

an extreme chill rising from his back for no reason.

Bone-chillingly cold!

Shooting straight to his crown!

God of War Tyr's body stiffened, his scalp feeling like it was about to explode.

His neck stiffly, bit by bit, turned backward.

Then.

He saw a scene he would never forget in his life...

A thick cannon barrel radiating black and white colors,

was pressed firmly... right against his forehead!

The distance, zero point zero one centimeters!

Looking at the blinding light at the muzzle capable of annihilating souls,

God of War Tyr's eye twitched violently, his features twisted and distorted.

A thousand words, hundreds of thousands of years of divine cultivation,

at this moment, only coalesced into three words.

"You—mother—f***er!!!"