Lu Yuan stared at all this in shock.
The two frontline fighters in their team had been swept away in an instant, a fact that had not factored into his calculations.
The remaining eight people were mostly gifted in mid-to-long range combat, and were easily overwhelmed at close quarters.
"I'll do it!"
At this moment, Lei Zhan, his entire body crackling with brilliant lightning, proactively charged towards Lin Ran, thrusting his lightning spear at him.
Dare to come and pick a fight with me?
Lin Ran faced Lei Zhan with a faint smile.
Under the gaze of his Eternal Mangekyo, Lei Zhan's casual swing was riddled with openings.
Not to mention that, with the Golden Dragon Martial Soul, Lin Ran's physical attributes were vastly superior, and his exquisite spear techniques, gained from "Knights Don't Die Empty-Handed," were unparalleled.
This was a confrontation with no suspense!
As Lin Ran unleashed his full power, a faint dragon body materialized on the shaft of his Golden Dragon Spear, greatly augmenting his thrust.
Shatter for me!
A mere normal attack, with no skills attached, completely dispersed Lei Zhan's myriad bolts of lightning.
Where his gaze fell, there was only a golden hue representing vibrant life.
Lei Zhan, now locked onto by Lin Ran's attack, finally realized something was amiss and desperately tried to disengage.
Alas, it was clearly too late to try and escape now.
"Thorn Prison!"
Lin Ran's teammates were not simply standing by as spectators. Sun Yuntian was the first to coordinate with Lin Ran.
Lei Zhan, preparing to flee, was immediately stunned.
Countless thorns, erupting from the ground, grew wildly and instantly ensnared all his limbs.
Before he could even struggle, Lin Ran's Golden Dragon Spear had already arrived.
*Thwack!*
This spear gave Lei Zhan a thorough piercing, impaling him directly through the abdomen.
The tip of the Golden Dragon Spear even protruded from his body by a good thirty centimeters.
Lei Zhan, who had been so arrogant moments ago, wanting to exchange blows with Lin Ran, was now utterly defeated, hanging limply from Lin Ran's spear like a ridiculous banner fluttering in the wind.
Furthermore, the Golden Dragon Spear's innate properties began to trigger, madly siphoning the life force and magic from Lei Zhan's body.
In less than three seconds, Lei Zhan's eyes darkened, his face appearing withered and frail.
His teammates were too late to rescue him. As his life force drained, Lei Zhan triggered the arena's mandatory protection mechanism.
Enveloped in a green light, he was sent out of the arena to receive emergency treatment.
"Something's wrong! That spear in his hand is incredibly peculiar!"
"Everyone be careful, don't get stabbed by that spear!"
Watching Lin Ran not only show no signs of fatigue after defeating Lei Zhan but become even more energized, Lu Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.
Those sensitive to energy flow could not fail to recognize the terror of the Golden Dragon Spear.
This spear, though seemingly so bright, possessed such evil power.
It could actually absorb the life force and magic from the target's body…
"What do you think?"
Lü Qiufeng looked at Lin Miao beside him.
Lin Miao shook her head repeatedly:
"Too terrifying... This kid is just too terrifying..."
"I truly don't know how he manages to pull out a brand new ability we've never seen before every so often..."
"This kind of terrifying plasticity and growth potential, I've never seen it in anyone else..."
"Especially since all his abilities have different attributes!"
"What exactly is Little Ran's bloodline ability..."
Lü Qiufeng smiled:
"That secret, I suppose, only he knows..."
"Fortunately, Little Ran is our countryman, one of our Yan Kingdom's people, and a person of great character."
"And not some villain of extreme malice, or someone who abandaves loyalty for profit..."
"Otherwise, with his dangerously terrifying abilities, he could have become another nascent Nightfall Great Demon King!"
Hearing Lü Qiufeng mention the Nightfall Great Demon King, Lin Miao's expression also grew somber.
The true name of this so-called Nightfall Great Demon King had been sealed for a long time.
People only remembered his world-renowned moniker—Nightfall.
He had founded the Nightfall organization, named after himself, and had nearly brought humanity to the brink of destruction. Originally, he had been an unparalleled prodigy of the Dragon Country.
With an invincible aura that crushed all his peers, he had dominated the world, bringing immense glory to the Dragon Country in various international competitions.
He had personally led teams to help the Dragon Country resolve countless beast tides and alien invasions, making him the most famous and respected hero of that era.
However, just as his reputation reached its zenith and his personal strength peaked at the tenth tier, he suddenly betrayed the Dragon Country and humanity…
A thousand years ago, under the siege of countless experts, the arrogant Nightfall's physical body finally perished, blasted into a pulp of flesh.
The awakeners who had besieged him also suffered heavy casualties due to Nightfall's dying counterattack.
The only fortunate thing was that Nightfall was finally dead.
Yet, though Nightfall had died, the Nightfall organization he left behind persisted to this day.
This organization, disregarding everything and prioritizing only profit, mirrored Nightfall's style. Its secret strongholds and hidden members were spread across the entire Blue Star.
It could be said that this mad organization, like a powder keg, had become a terrifying threat to the Blue Star.
"Little Ran will definitely not become like Nightfall, I firmly believe this!"
Lin Miao's eyes were filled with determination.
"Of course I know… Many people pointed out Nightfall's extreme personality and his arrogance as flaws during his growth..."
"Unfortunately, his talent and bloodline were so exceptional that no one could give up on cultivating such a prodigy."
"Little Ran's personality, on the other hand, is quite refreshing."
Lü Qiufeng stretched, chuckling.
"Do you think Nightfall is truly dead?"
Lin Miao's eyes, however, did not lessen in worry. She blinked and asked.
"In the final battle, Nightfall, by all logic, had sufficient space to escape, yet he chose to fight to the death."
"And after Nightfall's death, the Nightfall organization did not disappear, nor did its development decline. Instead, it grew larger and larger..."
"This doesn't look like the situation of a leader suddenly disappearing!"
Lü Qiufeng appeared unconcerned, replying with a chuckle:
"He's definitely dead!"
"He was blasted into a pulp of flesh in front of countless people!"
"And those fleshy remnants were sealed and brought back by our Dragon Country..."
"No matter how strong Nightfall was, he couldn't come back from the dead!"
Lin Miao rolled her eyes:
"Let's hope so..."