Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

Moro found it incomprehensible as he watched the scene before him, feeling that it was too unbelievable.

The other Heavenly Monarchs, including Mo He, bulged their eyes in shock as they stared at the spectacle, their mouths slightly agape.

It wasn't that they weren't calm enough; it was just that the scene unfolding before their eyes was too outrageous.

Firstly, a Rank 20 Ancestral Realm expert was rare in their plane of existence, and even within the Star Domain Alliance where he resided, such an expert stood at the pinnacle of power. How could secret techniques created by such a strong expert be seen through and resisted so easily?

It wouldn't have mattered if it had been blocked, but the way the attack was blocked was just too preposterous.

"Didn't see it clearly?"

Luo Yu's mouth curled upwards, his arms chopping through the air without any signs of profound mystery. However, all of Moro's attacks were blocked, and then everyone saw Moro's body taking heavy blows, deforming continuously as if countless fists were smashing into him.

Moro was incredibly shocked, even forgetting to counterattack.

"You... you... how is this possible!"

Amid Moro's incredulous exclamation, the other Heavenly Monarchs were truly dumbfounded. What on earth was happening?

The people of Soul Land, however, didn't understand what had transpired.

Moro clearly had the upper hand just a moment ago, and Luo Yu was only on the receiving end of his attacks. Why had the situation reversed so suddenly?

Why did the Ten Heavenly Lords, who were just now so impressive, now stand with their mouths open, staring dumbstruck?

Bi Bidong asked Gu Yuena, who was by her side.

"What exactly happened just now?"

Gu Yuena shook her head, a look of perplexity flitting across her purple pupils. Let alone others, even she didn't understand.

While the people of Soul Land were lost in confusion, Moro's body, already battered, exploded outward as he was sent flying.

"Swish!"

Finally, Moxin took action, catching Moro and saving him.

He stared with his eyes wide, looking at Luo Yu as if he were a monster:

"You... you, how can you use our Netherworld Plane's Ancestral Ultimate Technique, the Kong Ming Fist?"

"Guess?"

Luo Yu bared a grin, waving his arms. Space and dark streams of air combined in a mysterious change. One after another, invisible fist imprints burst forth.

Moxin was greatly startled, Divine Soul Power surging, raising a dark barrier.

Watching the barrier cave in, displaying traces of fist marks, he was shaken again and again.

"Kong Ming Fist, really the Kong Ming Fist?"

"Even—"

Moxin swallowed, incredulously stating:

"Even smoother than Moro's execution?"

Upon hearing this, the bodies of the Heavenly Monarchs shuddered. Ancestral Ultimate Techniques were not so easily mastered.

Aside from Mo He, each of the Ten Heavenly Lords had mastered only one, and upon mastering it, they could be said to be virtually invincible below the Ancestral Realm in the Netherworld Plane.

And now this guy just learned it like that?

When the people of Soul Land heard Moxin's shout, they realized what a terrible thing Luo Yu had done.

Had he actually learned the enemy's secret technique?

In such a brief exchange, he had fully mastered and even surpassed the opponent's technique?

"How did you do it," Moxin shouted somewhat hoarsely.

Luo Yu shrugged his shoulders.

"Is it difficult to learn?"

"But this 'what's-its-name Fist', really does feel quite handy to use."

Already beaten to a pulp, Moro nearly fainted from anger upon hearing Luo Yu's nonchalant words.

Luo Yu chuckled. "Thanks to Brother Moro for delivering this secret technique all the way here."

"I now declare, your secret technique is mine."

"Your... your mom... pfft—"

Moro spouted a mouthful of black blood and collapsed into Moxin's arms, fainting.

"Big brother, how should we proceed now?" Moxin did not rush to take action, turning his head to look at Mo He, awaiting his decision.

After his initial shock, Mo He's mouth curled upwards.

"Interesting, this is really interesting."

"You, this native ant, have truly surprised me."

"Defeating Rank 16 Moro is nothing special, but to be able to mimic the Kong Ming Fist is somewhat impressive."

Luo Yu beckoned with his finger.

"If you have any unique skills, feel free to give them a try."

Mo He shook his head.

"Now you are not even worthy of my intervention. Nor should you feel smug."

"If I'm not mistaken, it must have been one of the Nine Ancestors' descendants who taught you these, I remember they took some Ancestral Realm Secret Manuals when they left Youming."

"Huh?"

Luo Yu was speechless. What secret manuals? He had never seen the Destruction God King use any.

In fact, his Creation God Pupil had awakened the ability to copy quite early on. It was just that there wasn't much worth copying and learning in Soul Land, nothing as good as his own abilities.

Should he copy Tang San's hidden weapon techniques?

Forget it.

Hidden weapons, too trivial.

He preferred bold and straightforward combat and disdained such petty tactics.

Those who used hidden weapons and played with strategies and tactics all had a bit of dirtiness in them.

How despicable.

Who would play Sixth when you could be the boss?

Mo He watched Luo Yu with an increasingly strange look in his eyes, more and more certain of his guess.

"Mo Ao, you go and try him. Let me see whether this guy has stolen any of our You Ming Sacred Heaven's secret techniques."

A dark shadow emerged from the back of the Decaying Behemoth, revealing a pale face with a scar, flesh blurred and running across the entire cheek, that never seemed to heal.

He seemed to care not at all for the pain in his face and said coldly,

"Brother, this guy managing to learn the Kong Ming Fist is quite an achievement. Could he possibly master any of our Saint Heaven's other secret techniques?"

Mo He said nothing but gave him an indifferent glance.

Mo Ao shuddered instantly.

Staring at Luo Yu.

"Native, the moment I make my move, you're already dead."

"Oh?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.

The next second, a bloody gash appeared on Luo Yu's throat, and golden blood splattered out.

"Brother Yu!"

The people of Douluo exclaimed in shock.

What happened?

They hadn't seen Mo Ao make a move. He was just standing there. Why was Luo Yu's throat slashed open?

Luo Yu circulated divine light in his palm, wiping it over the damaged neck.

The blood instantly stopped splattering, and the wound healed as before.

"Tch, quite resilient life force."

Mo Ao sneered with contempt as his black fingernails flickered with a cold light, now smeared with golden bloodstains.

He licked his fingers with a rapturous expression.

"Hisss—"

"Delicious."

Gu Yuena watched the scene in shock.

"When... When did he make his move?"

Luo Yu said, "Good technique."

"Oh?"

Mo Ao said in surprise,

"Interesting, you're the only native who remains calm after I've made my move."

"But, to die, you shall still die."

"This time, you won't be so lucky."

"Ready or not, Divine King, make your move."

"Cut the crap..."

Frowning, Luo Yu hadn't finished speaking when his chest suddenly exploded, a bloody hole opening up, pierced straight through.

The pupils of the people of Douluo froze, their hearts skipping a beat.

What in the world happened?

When exactly did he make his move?

Luo Yu's chest was completely perforated, leaving a hollow, with blood continuously flowing out.

All the while, Mo Ao had already pulled out a white handkerchief, wiping off the blood, elegant and indifferent...