942 Yao Yu and Demonic Whisper (1/2)

A serious look finally appeared in Yao Yu's eyes. In terms of pure power, Mo Wen had already surpassed her. Also, his body gave off a sense of impeccability. Forget breaking through his defense - even scraping his skin would most likely prove rather difficult.

He had impeccable defenses and power. Even more frighteningly, Yao Yu did not know whether Mo Wen also had a deep level of achievement in terms of speed. If even his speed was impeccable, then it would be hard to have a hope of defeating him.

”The Celestial Body. With this body of mine, it seems as though I can punch a hole through the cosmos themselves.”

Mo Wen felt unlimited power in his body. It was like he could simply tear apart a mountain with a wave of his hand. The blood and Qi that were surging out from his body seemed capable of driving off the clouds. He clenched his fists tightly, ready to fight.

”Yao Yu, don't try to lure me in - just do it.”

Mo Wen cried out. His silhouette was followed by a chain of afterimages as he furiously pounced towards Yao Yu. Everywhere he passed, winds swept up, and the heavens and earth were transformed

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

He sent out three punches in quick succession. Each punch knocked Yao Yu back. Deep trenches split open, criss-crossing on the ground that was covered with snow and ice. Avalanches kept happening on the snowy mountains in the distance. Waves of snow surged forward. Mo Wen walked on the waves of snow, pressing Yao Yu harder and harder. In an instant, she had been knocked back more than a hundred miles.

”Presumptuous!”

Yao Yu's face was flushing. Mo Wen's punches were seriously frightening. Her Qi and blood were unstable from the shockwaves, and her internal organs had nearly been injured. She was enraged to the point of being amused. Initially, she thought that this would be a very easy battle; but now, she was being pushed back to quite an extent. She had never imagined that she would encounter such a frightening youth in Hua Xia. She truly could not underestimate the heroes of the world.

”Miss Yao Yu, you always believed that your victory was a sure thing and did not hesitate to bet on my personal freedom. How can my current display match with your presumptuousness?” Mo Wen said plainly.

”You have, indeed, greatly exceeded my expectations. However, if you want to win against me - dream on.”

Yao Yu coldly snorted. She had never thought about losing. Even now, she had not so much as considered it. How could she, Yao Yu, possibly lose? Moreover, she had spoken in a certain manner beforehand. Even though, at the moment, they were no longer bound to their wager, she still could not lose; she could not afford to lose face to this person.

”Show me all you've got,” Mo Wen said with a plain smile.

As she said this, the gown that appeared to be armor on her released a brilliant light. A frightening wave of darkness issued forth from the armor. It merged with Yao Yu's dark demonic power, the two of them becoming one. It caused the strength of Yao Yu's aura to instantly skyrocket once again. At the same time, beams of bright light coalesced and formed a semi-transparent shroud around Yao Yu.

Meanwhile, an ancient longsword slowly appeared from the dark shroud. This longsword was entirely jet-black. There was a carving of an angel on its hilt. However, this angel emanated a crimson light and was a little evil and eerie. Around the sword, Demonic Qi lingered like smoke. It had appeared just then, when it released waves of destructive power. The surrounding space seemed to shatter under the cutting edge of the sword.

”A Fallen Angel Sword and the Devil King Armor.”

In the battle arena, Stunning Snow's expression changed slightly. She recognized the two treasures that Yao Yu had. Fallen Angel Swords were ancient weapons that only the royals of the Fallen Angel clan could wield. Any one of them was quite miraculous and powerful. As for the Devil King Armor, it was even more incredible. Rumor had it that it contained the power of Satan, the Supreme Devil of Hell. Under the protection of Satan, it was very hard for anyone to have a hope of killing a person wearing the Devil King Armor. One could say that, in the Source World, Yao Yu wearing the Devil King Armor was essentially a being that could not be killed.

”How is it possible? How could she possess the Devil King Armor? Who is she?”

Stunning Snow's eyes were filled with shock. Even in Hell, the Devil King Armor was rare. There were very few people who were awarded the Devil King Armor by Satan, the king of Hell. Even the royals of the Fallen Angel clan did not merit such an honor.

As the opposition to the Demon Gods Alliance, the Gods Alliance had been investigating Yao Yu. However, all they had found was that Yao Yu was from the Fallen Angel clan and her position was extraordinary. The Gods Alliance did not have any records regarding the Devil King Armor.

To Stunning Snow's surprise, Yao Yu had actually been forced to use the Devil King Armor because of a Hua Xia youth.

The audience in the battle arena was exceptionally lively. They had no idea what Fallen Angel Swords or Devil King Armor was. They didn't know anything about the Celestial Body, either. However, they knew that the current battle before their eyes was beyond their imaginations. It was like mortals spectating a battle between gods. More than 99.9 percent of the people present had never witnessed such a scene before.

Mo Wen stared unblinking at the armor on Yao Yu. The fancy equipment gave him an uneasy feeling. A sense of fear welled up in his heart.

”Mo Wen, even if you lose this battle, you can be proud of yourself.”

Yao Yu took a long look at Mo Wen. Frivolousness and seduction left her face. Once Yao Yu became serious, she actually emanated a divine aura.

Even Mo Wen was doubtful as to whether he had seen something wrong or was hallucinating. Yao Yu, a succubus-like woman, actually had a holy side?

Mo Wen was the first person who had ever forced Yao Yu to use the Devil King Armor. In a sense, Mo Wen could, indeed, be proud of himself.

”You want to defeat me? Come.” Mo Wen laughed loudly. His voice traveled over a hundred kilometers, sounding bold and heroic. Right now, the outcome of the battle was no longer Mo Wen's main focus. He only cared for a hearty fight.