I Have A Martial Dao World

The brief internal strife ended, and the faces of the foreign warriors grew even uglier.

Looking at Lu Yao, who had not even torn his clothes, everyone felt a sense of helplessness.

Fortunately, Saint Joan of Arc also shook off the broken stones buried on her body and leaped back into the fray.

Following her combat instincts from her life, she hid her broadsword behind her shield, adopting a "defense as offense" stance, and charged at the enemy with a fierce cry.

Under her lead, the group of foreigners regrouped and launched another round of besiegement.

First, Chamberlain kept lashing out with his blood whip, which resembled tentacles.

To prevent being pulled over, he dared not hold it himself anymore but used it as a net to entangle and restrict his opponent.

This blood whip, capable of condensing blood, was known as "Hades' Grasp," and it possessed strong corrosive and devouring abilities.

It had once devoured the Golden Body Leader of the Boer People during the war that suppressed the Black Continent 20 years ago, stripping flesh and bones in a matter of breaths.

Clementeau also fired a green "Disintegration Ray" or "High-Frequency Oscillation Particle." Even a tank would turn to dust!

The spells of these two were terrifying. If they landed on someone else, that person would certainly experience the most brutal death and emit wails from hell.

Unfortunately, against Lu Yao, it seemed like child's play.

He simply raised his hand to block the "Disintegration Ray," causing the light beam to shatter as if it were an egg against a rock, and his Undying Golden Body thinned just a bit.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he wrapped around 4 or 5 blood whips and unleashed 'Sombre Dragon Clasping Grief' on Saint Joan of Arc.

His terrifying power converged from his whole body into his fist, casually snapping the blood whips like cooked noodles, breaking and flinging them away.

Having been blown away before, Joan of Arc was prepared this time. She tilted her shield at a steep angle and violently trembled it to repeatedly deflect the force.

With huge cracks spreading beneath her feet, she actually caught the punch!

At the same time, she used the momentum to strike back at Lu Yao with a fierce sword blow.

With a "clang" of metal on metal, Lu Yao raised his hand to block the sword. The unreleased power erupted, stripping another layer from the earth.

At that moment, he became curious about the female spirit before him.

No thoughts, far inferior in strength, yet able to contend with him solely on her combat instincts from life—it was indeed rare.

Just as he was about to explore this further, Lincoln joined the attack wave with his Divine Axe, delivering a powerful downward chop.

Lu Yao responded with "Divine Dragon's Tail Sweep" and clashed fiercely with the Divine Axe.

In the thunderous boom that followed, Lincoln merely stepped back, seemingly unfazed.

However, the prince who helped him share the damage let out a sharp scream as a huge hole burst open in his body.

Joan of Arc immediately stepped up to fill the gap, collaborating with Lincoln to attack the enemy from both sides.

The clash of sword, shield, and axe whistled through the air, and the battlefield exploded with roars like rolling thunder. The already desolate land became even more ravaged, resembling the surface of The Moon.

Spells also intermittently illuminated the area, adding countless bright flashes to the scene.

Chamberlain and Clementeau were also busy casting spells to interfere, while trading barbs.

Clementeau glanced at the rapier at his opponent's waist and said, "Your moves are utterly useless! Fight like a man, draw your sword and engage in melee!"

Chamberlain replied, "Idiot! Why don't you go do it!"

"You want a spellcaster to engage in close combat?"

"After all, your spell is useless, too."

...

They'd barely exchanged a few words when the situation in the arena took a drastic turn for the worse.

Lu Yao slightly gathered his strength and executed "Blood Battle in All Directions," unleashing countless punches in a single second. The arena was filled with the sound of whistling through the air as Joan of Arc and Lincoln were instantly engulfed by fists.

Amidst the torrential onslaught, Joan of Arc raised her shield, blocking most of the attacks.

But the fierce force of the repeated pounding caused her shield arm to break on the spot, and the round shield flew from her grasp. She herself was blasted away, tumbling numerous times and plowing out a half-mile long trench.

Lincoln wasn't in much better shape, blocking vital points with his axe, while his lower half was blown away at the waist.

The pitiful prince who'd been helping to share the damage simply couldn't withstand it and turned to dust in an instant, vanishing into the air.

Mr. President was once again flung a kilometer away, howling as he crashed into a pristine white marble sculpture.

The sculpture's head landed beside him, looking exactly like him. It was a statue spontaneously erected by the loving public for the President, now destroyed in a moment.

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The air was filled with dust, obscuring the sun and making it seem like dusk, even though it was actually high noon.

At this moment, the Western powerhouses all showed expressions of utter despair.

The enemy could pulverize them with a casual strike, and their own proud techniques couldn't even leave a scratch on him—his clothes remained completely intact!

The gap in strength was all too clear; the foe before them was simply insurmountable!

Just as everyone was losing their will to fight, a crisp and fierce roar suddenly erupted from the arena, "Heya!!"

Suddenly, Saint Joan of Arc, who had lost an arm, somehow got up. Sensing her comrades' loss of fighting spirit, she instinctively let loose with 'Unyielding Roar.'

"Heya!!"

Her roar was full of a life-forsaking, unstoppable fighting spirit that was incredibly inspiring!

Lincoln cried out as he used his Divine Axe to prop himself up, "With this lady here, we shall create miracles at the cost of our lives!"

Chamberlain and Clementeau, too, were greatly boosted in morale and prepared to fight to the death.

Even Lu Yao was invigorated by the roar and became even more curious. To utter such a roar must be a true warrior, a true hero.

"You must have been someone in your lifetime. Who are you?"

He raised his hand, using Mind Force to pick up Joan of Arc's shield, and saw the handle inscribed with the French words "Madame Jeanne."

As a foreigner, Lu Yao naturally didn't understand the significance and couldn't deduce the woman's origins.

He immediately contacted Fran who was touring in France, asking, "What does 'Madame Jeanne' on the shield mean?"

The other party responded excitedly: "That's the weapon of Saint Joan of Arc! She also has a sword called the Sword of Saint Catherine! Wait, why are you asking this?"

"I'll explain later."

After cutting off the communication, Lu Yao stared at the one-armed wailing female spirit and expressed a hint of respect:

"So you are an ancient hero. I apologize for my rudeness. Very well, I shall exert my full strength to grant you peace, as a sign of respect."

Lincoln and the others, who had just been brimming with fighting spirit, were somewhat stunned by his words, "Full strength... does that mean...?"

Lu Yao took a deep breath, and all 180 of his Aperture Points ignited!

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding pressure suddenly intensified; the air around him became incredibly blurred, and tiny stones under his feet were lifted into the air by an invisible force, turning to fine powder, and anyone could feel the terrifying energy contained within him.

The three turned pale with shock: "You madman... You've been hiding your strength!?"

Lu Yao spoke slowly, "Why use full force to crush an insect?"