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"Hyaa!"
Lin Ran didn't have to wait long. Soon, Yuan in mid-air pushed his hands outward, and countless flying darts and shattered blades whistled through the air, each imbued with a hint of green dragon light.
Tsk, that's too little, not enough to absorb...
Lin Ran looked at Yuan, who was still farting silently with his rear end in the air, with utter helplessness.
He truly couldn't muster any enthusiasm for these small fry. He decisively opened dozens of Gates of Babylon to fire, shooting down all of Yuan's darts in mid-air.
Damn it, after waiting so long, this is all you've got? What a letdown!
Lin Ran gloomily glanced at Yuan, who was still in a charging stance, and couldn't help but gently stroke the Blade of Slaughter in his hand.
Give him another minute...
If he still can't pull off anything impressive, then he'll have to be sent off first.
Then he'll see if the Hanzo coming up next can come up with something new...
With a change of mind, Lin Ran wasn't in a hurry to defeat Yuan. He simply used the sweeping fire from the Gates of Babylon to slowly pressure Yuan, forcing him to step up his game.
Upon realizing that his darts had no effect on Lin Ran and were continuously suppressed by Lin Ran's Gates of Babylon, Yuan finally understood the vast disparity between them and decisively began to communicate with his dragon tattoo.
*Buzz!*
With a slight tremor, an ink-green divine dragon instantly emerged from Yuan's right arm, transforming into a long blade far more powerful than the previous katana, falling into his hand.
Simultaneously, another divine dragon emerged from his left arm, as if enchanting the weapon, coiling around the blade.
"Let this fellow, have a good look... at the power of the dragon spirit of our Shimada clan!"
"Waguliu Kaiwu Kulie!"
Accompanied by Yuan's roar, the divine dragon and divine blade he summoned erupted with intense ink-green light.
Its might was considerable, appearing quite imposing.
However, if this level of magical power alone were sufficient, it clearly wouldn't satisfy Lin Ran's appetite...
This was nothing, not even close to the pressure Petrai had exerted.
Let alone forcing him to reveal his fused divine artifact form, it was far from even his current first form.
Lacking interest, Lin Ran was barely willing to move his blade, merely opening the Gates of Babylon to scatter attacks, symbolically bombarding him.
Admittedly, the offensive efficiency of the Gates of Babylon was quite impressive. With wave after wave of leisurely-paced attacks, he actually managed to prevent the renowned sword-drawing Yuan from getting close.
No matter how hard the Genji on the other side tried, he could never cross this shooting chasm constructed from a sky full of golden treasures.
The radiance of the divine dragon and divine blade did not help him defeat Lin Ran.
Of course, perhaps those were still too far-fetched for Yuan...
After all, he couldn't even escape from the barrage of attacks from the Gates of Babylon at this moment, appearing completely suppressed and unfortunate.
"What is this... after all the hype about the Shimada brothers, this is it?"
"Too pathetic... even without considering the hidden ones, just based on the methods Lin Ran displayed in the previous matches, there are at least a hundred ways to crush him..."
"And yet this guy, still unaware, struggles to the death like a clown, waving his pathetic weapon to block incoming arrows..."
"In a battle where there's no chance of winning, why is he still fighting so hard?"
"Who knows, given such a massive gap, it's best to just surrender honestly..."
"Or, if he wants a bit of dignity, he could just rush forward and get it over with."
"Anything is better than wasting time dawdling here..."
"He can't possibly still think he has a chance of winning, right?"
"Uh... or, is this guy's plan actually to help his older brother scout ahead, consuming Lin Ran's energy while gathering intel?"
"Now that's just ridiculous..."
"With his half-baked, crappy strength, what kind of intel can he gather! He's definitely just a weakling being crushed by Lin Ran..."
"Moreover, if the younger brother is so useless, how strong can the older brother be?"
"Exactly! As for consuming energy, that's even more absurd..."
"How can someone who can't even organize an effective attack talk about consuming energy? He's not even hitting as fast as the other guy is returning fire!"
"Talking about consuming Lin Ran... he's more likely consuming our patience with his mockery."
After numerous relatively evenly matched grand battles and Lin Ran's previous exhilarating victory over Petrai, the contestants found this match incredibly dull and tedious, feeling a sense of mild constipation.
After all, the strength displayed by Yuan was truly lackluster, greatly lowering their expectations and leaving everyone feeling displeased.
Of course, it wasn't just them; even Lin Ran on the field was growing impatient.
"Is this it?"
"Originally, I wanted to properly see what this so-called power of the dragon spirit of you Shimada brothers was, but it seems there's no need now..."
"Too idiotic, truly too idiotic..."
"For someone as utterly incompetent as you, I really don't want to mess around anymore."
"Hurry up and finish this, go home and sleep with your brother!"
Lin Ran snorted, gripping the Blade of Slaughter and deploying the Wings of Amaterasu, he swooped down.
This was the honest truth...
He had originally intended to thoroughly study this previously unseen power system and absorb some magical energy.
But the power of the dragon spirit was too weak and pathetic, making Lin Ran lose interest.
However, upon seeing Lin Ran's reaction, Yuan's heart was filled with immense joy.
Here he comes! He's here! He's coming with his weapon!
Dragon Soul Legacy! Energy Reception!
Just as Lin Ran was about to strike Yuan's face, a world-ending aura suddenly erupted from Yuan's body, and his magic power surged to a monstrous level, boosting all his stats.
Even more absurdly, twelve green dragons inexplicably emerged from his sides, which had been empty moments before, helping him to deflect Lin Ran's sword.
*Clang!*
After a brief exchange, Lin Ran's eyes widened in surprise.
Yuan, who had seemed several points weaker than a chicken just moments ago, had expanded so much in mere seconds, directly matching his physical strength while wielding a divine artifact!
And the way this power was generated was unprecedented...
However, speaking of being surprised, Yuan seemed even more shocked.