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Chapter 337: [Adamantine Body]
Chapter 337: [Adamantine Body] (Requesting Monthly Vote)
As Xu Wenji’s words echoed, the audience’s excitement ignited like wildfire.
Millions of eyes turned sharply toward the center of the Ruins Arena.
"Huh! Huh!"
Two crimson pillars of light descended onto the cracked asphalt, their arrival whipping up roaring winds that tore through the arena.
From within each column emerged towering figures.
Lin Qi stepped calmly into view, clad in his signature black attire, gripping a jet-black spear with one hand. The weapon’s tip gleamed coldly under the sunlight.
Opposite him, a mountain of a man strode forward.
This African-American warrior stood an imposing two meters forty—only ten centimeters shorter than Viktor. His upper body was a sculpted mass of boulders, starkly different from Wims’ sleek musculature. His broad shoulders made his head seem small by contrast, and he wore a dark brown combat uniform. In one hand, he swung a massive warhammer—its blackened head bristling with razor-sharp spikes.
This was Levin Madison, White Eagle Federation’s second SS-Rank Genius, known by his moniker “Adamantine Body.” Though less famous than Havel, his strength was no less terrifying. His reputation stemmed from his monstrous power—few opponents had ever withstood the force of his hammer.
Levin grinned, flashing his white teeth as he hefted the weapon.
"Lin Qi of Xia Kingdom, you’re a real powerhouse!" he bellowed. "I’ve been itching to fight you—didn’t expect fate to match us up! I’ve heard about your strength. Hope you don’t disappoint!"
Lin Qi’s expression remained unflappable. "You won’t be disappointed."
[Countdown Sequence: 3… 2… 1…]
[Match Begin!]
The arena’s automated announcer declared the start with mechanical indifference. Cheers erupted from the audience stands.
"Let Levin win!"
In White Eagle’s section, Wims—a fellow African-American competitor—clenched his fists nervously. Though he admired Lin Qi, Levin was his close brother-in-arms. He and the surrounding contestants all silently rooted for their comrade’s victory.
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Ruins Arena
The air crackled with tension as Levin’s aura erupted—a primal force like a slumbering titan awakening. His muscles swelled, veins bulging like steel cables as Vital Energy surged through his frame.
"Roar!"
With a thunderous roar, he stomped the ground. Cracks spiderwebbed across the pavement beneath his boots.
Swinging his warhammer overhead, he unleashed a crushing downward strike—Ten-Thousand-Ton Thunder Thrust. The air screeched as the weapon cleaved through space, its motion creating rolling shockwaves.
Earthsplitting Hammer Art—Rolling Thunder!
Lin Qi recognized Levin’s style immediately: no frills, just raw, unrelenting power. Levin’s philosophy was simple—overwhelm technique with brute force.
Since childhood, his strength had eclipsed his peers. By six, he could overpower twelve-year-olds; by twelve, he’d already towered at nearly two meters.
Now Lin Qi answered with his own might. Platinum Malevolence Tiger’s aura flared as he charged forward like a black lightning bolt.
Swinging his Black Long Spear, he met the attack head-on with Sky-Shaking Spear Techniques—spear strikes as swift and fierce as a dragon’s wrath.
The two weapons collided with a deafening clang! Sparks flew as their powers clashed, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.
Impact!
Lin Qi felt a monstrous force surge through his spear—a pressure akin to striking a mountain. The energy rebounded violently, tearing through his body: muscles, organs, bones all shuddered under the onslaught.
Levin’s Special Ability—Adamantine Body. Lin Qi recalled the data: a rare passive defense that turned flesh and bone to steel. Though Special Abilities were banned in competition, Levin’s very physiology had absorbed the trait—fortifying his frame and reflecting Vital Energy back like a mirror.
The force raged inside him.
Levin staggered backward, boots gouging deep furrows into the pavement. But Lin Qi stood firm.
Shock flickered across Levin’s face—then exhilaration.
"Damn! Is this guy even unawakened? What kind of power is this?!"
He steadied himself, eyes blazing. "This is the fight I wanted! Pure strength against pure strength!"
Confident in his defense, he roared and swung again, muscles bulging like steel coils.
Lin Qi narrowed his eyes.
Levin’s strength was formidable, but Lin Qi knew his own edge—greater power, superior agility. A warhammer’s weight sacrificed speed.
Gripping his spear, he channeled Vital Energy like a rushing river, countering with relentless strikes.
clang! clang!
The duel became a symphony of impacts. The pavement beneath them cratered, unable to withstand their fury.
Levin poured everything into Earthsplitting Hammer Art, his Adamantine Body hardening his aura into an invisible shield.
But as the blows kept coming, his grin faded. Sweat dripped. His arms went numb, as though struck by endless tank shells.
Inside, his body screamed. Vital Energy raged, organs strained, bones groaned under stress no steel wall could endure.
Dang!
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(End of Chapter)
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