Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

"Roar—"

Moro let out a piercing howl. His body remained motionless, but his arms rapidly swelled up, expanding to the size of mountains in the blink of an eye.

It looked so incongruous.

Veins bulged on his arms, through which some kind of enigmatic darkness seemed to flow.

The terror emanating from him made the scalps of Qian Daoliu's people in attendance tingle with discomfort.

Luo Yu turned his head and said, "Nana, Dong'er, you two back off first."

"Leave this to me."

His words carried an inexplicable power that instantly reassured everyone. Their anxious hearts calmed, and they retreated to a distance.

They did not flee in panic, leaving Luo Yu to fight alone, but instead stood afar, providing whatever spiritual support they could offer.

With his mountain-like arms, Moro laughed bloodthirstily and said,

"Kid, today you'll witness what an Ancestral Ultimate Technique is. Only a Twentieth Grade Ancestor-level Warrior can create such a battle skill. Without your spatial skills to disappear and appear at will, how could you possibly block this?"

"Boom!"

He swung his fist, smashing it forward.

Everyone was taken aback because the punch merely swung forward and did not touch Luo Yu—what did that mean?

Was he just putting on a show?

However, the next second, Luo Yu reached out his arms to block, as if he had been struck hard. He let out a muffled groan, and was blasted back dozens of meters.

"Hmm?"

"Quick reflexes, but that was just a warm-up," Moro sneered as he danced his arms around. His gigantic limbs did not affect the speed of his punching. There was no visible force in his punches, but Luo Yu kept moving and dodging nonetheless.

The spectators' eyes widened at such a bizarre scene.

Moro kept missing the air, while Luo Yu kept dodging nothing at all.

What was he dodging?

Gu Yuena's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment. She couldn't see any abnormalities in the space around them. What was going on?

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Luo Yu's shoulder sank as though it had been struck by a massive force, throwing his entire body off balance.

Then, as if hit by a terrifying series of consecutive impacts, his upper clothing burst open, and his sharply defined muscles continuously deformed.

"Brother Yu!" Bi Bidong covered her mouth, afraid that shouting too loud would affect the man's battle state. A string of worries arose in her heart.

"How... how can he fight if he can't even see the attack? What on earth is happening?" Qian Daoliu's voice trembled as he spoke.

His eyes nearly popped out trying to discern how the opponent was attacking.

"Nothing more than that," one of the Nine Great Heavenly Monarchs said, voicing his contempt while coldly observing the fight.

Moro, now having the upper hand, let out a triumphant howl, regaining the face he had lost in front of his brothers.

"Ridiculous."

"Do you think you can withstand my three thousand years of Kong Ming Fist?" scoffed Moro. Luo Yu, being hit by an invisible force with no power to counter, said, "If you've got nothing else up your sleeve, you're going to lose."

"Bullshit, can you break through an Ancestral Ultimate Technique?" Moro retorted fiercely. "You, always pretending until death. I want to see if your mouth is still tough after you die."

"Shhlah—"

The Fengshen Longyi sprouted from Luo Yu's back, and his speed surged, avoiding the continuous invisible heavy blows.

"Ao!"

A vision of the Chaos Ancestral Dragon appeared behind him, opening its vast maw and swallowing the air around it like a whale.

In an instant, the surrounding air was completely sucked in by the Ancestral Dragon, creating a vacuum domain.

Luo Yu retracted his dragon wings, stood atop the Ancestral Dragon's head, and with an unflinching smirk, said:

"Come, continue your attacks."

Bi Bidong and the others couldn't understand why Luo Yu didn't counterattack or even defend; they wondered why he was suddenly drawing in the air, but fortunately, as deities, their power was enough to survive in a vacuum.

However, Moro also eerily halted his assault, an ugly look on his face.

He said:

"Impossible, how did you see it?"

Luo Yu said, "Invisible fist marks, huh? Every time you punch, you are actually vibrating the air, using the air vibrations to create layers upon layers of invisible ripples to attack. Naturally, the one being attacked can neither see nor evade."

"A myriad of punches in an instant, each air punch possessing the power to destroy both heaven and earth, quite interesting."

"But without air, what will you shake?"

Mo He was somewhat surprised; he didn't expect this guy to decipher the secrets of the Kong Ming Fist so quickly. After all, so many strong men never understood how they died before their demise; it's not as simple as mere vibration but a combination of space and air.

With each punch, space and air folded together, combining in an instant to form terrifying invisible fist marks, imperceptible and unobservable, killing invisibly.

Luo Yu thought to himself that it was thanks to the baptism of his Creation God Pupil by Ling Ling, which had advanced a level, and as the plane master, he was adeptly aware of any movement within Soul Land, so he naturally discovered the secret of the opponent's Kong Ming Fist very quickly.

The combination of spatial and air forces, activated by overpowering strength, was a method he had truly never seen before.

Although Moro was surprised, he quickly adjusted his mindset and said coldly:

"You don't actually believe that an Ancestral Ultimate Technique would have such a severe flaw, do you?"

"So what if you've drained the air, you can't stop this Heavenly Monarch."

"Puchi, puchi!"

Holes appeared on those mountainous massive arms, but instead of fresh blood, bizarre black air currents came forth, instantly sweeping over the space, obscuring vision, and even a strong wind couldn't disperse this dark vapor.

Surrounded by the black miasma, Moro sneered:

"What's the use of ordinary air? Our battles often take place in the cosmos."

"Now—"

"This is the true Kong Ming Fist."

"Invisible fists, how will you block them!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

He swung his fists into the air repeatedly, his immense strength was subtly exquisite, causing slight vibrations in the air and space, miraculously merging together; the invisible fist marks full of lethal intent overwhelmed Luo Yu's body.

Luo Yu seemed to have lost the ability to resist, continuously being hit by the powerful Kong Ming Fist.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Why isn't Brother Yu fighting back?" Bi Bidong and the others began to panic, knowing full well that Luo Yu still had cards up his sleeve.

"What is he waiting for?" Even the watching Heavenly Monarchs were astonished; this guy kept taking hits passively—surely he hadn't given up.

"Fight back, why won't you fight back? Weren't you pretty arrogant a moment ago?" Moluo Tianjun laughed wantonly.

"No matter how fast your fists are, they can't outpace the Kong Ming Fist bestowed by the Ancestor, you can't withstand an Ancestral Realm divine power."

Reflected in Luo Yu's profound black pupils with circulating Amethyst Gold light were Moro's repeated punching movements.

After enduring the ultimate barrage and as his body was on the brink of faltering, he suddenly made his move.

It was also a punch thrown through the air.

"Copying me?"

"Is that useful? Hahaha!"

Moro burst into laughter, but it quickly ceased, as he found that with his opponent punching through the air repeatedly, his Kong Ming Fist was actually being blocked?

He seemed to witness something terrifying that he couldn't accept, more frightening than being killed.

"You..."

"How can you..."

"How is this possible..."