Chapter 1168: Never Yield

TL: GoldenLung

Yet, that Lan, with her breathtakingly beautiful countenance, had withstood his onslaught time and again. Moreover, the Lan before him, though spitting blood, had already climbed back to her feet once more.

"Ao—" Lan's tenacity fully ignited the fighting spirit deep within Xu Yanmo's heart. He did not hesitate; at this moment, yielding would be disrespectful to his opponent. The enormous golden silhouette descended from the skies once again. Though the golden figure on the ground had dimmed in radiance, it fearlessly met the charge once more.

"Boom—" The dragon lance shattered, and both combatants were sent flying. After Lan Xuanyu had manifested his Martial Soul Avatar, the dragon lance had merged with his body, becoming the single horn atop his head. In this collision, it could no longer hold and snapped off, flying away. This time, neither side paused; the very next instant after being flung apart, they lunged at each other again. As long as the other still had the strength to fight, they would not stop, until one side was utterly defeated.

"Boom, boom, boom, crack, crack—" The resounding blasts hammered like heavy drums into the hearts of every spectator present. Blood and scales sprayed through the air, carrying a desolate and ferocious aura beyond compare.

Earlier, Lan Xuanyu had conquered the hearts of the Celestial Dragon Planet populace through beauty and dominance; now, at this moment, it was through the tenacity displayed in this brutality. Everyone could not help but feel their hearts tighten for "her." The battle was simply too savage. This was only a round-robin match! Yet, "she" simply refused to concede, climbing back up again and again after each brutal collision, meeting Xu Yanmo's charges every single time. At the start, both were sent flying apart. But in the later clashes, it was always Xu Yanmo diving from above to strike Lan Xuanyu, for Lan Xuanyu no longer had the strength to take flight. One of his dragon wings was broken, yet he still did not surrender, still rose each time, and even on the ground, he met Xu Yanmo's assaults again and again.

Bai Xiuxiu stood outside, her face pale. At this very moment, the two words he had spoken to her before taking the stage echoed in her mind.

"Never yield!" Only she understood that in this instant, Lan Xuanyu refused to yield, not merely because this was a contest between dragon clans, but also because he represented the Douluo Continent, because he represented the Douluo Federation. The obsession within his heart would not let him concede, would not let him bow his spine.

"Boom—" Lan Xuanyu's body slammed heavily into the ground once more, with scarcely a single unscathed spot left on him.

But Xu Yanmo was not faring well either; suspended in midair, he gasped for breath in great heaves, the devastating force of the Dragon God Shock causing his entire body to tremble. He truly could not understand why a female dragon would possess such formidable fighting will. By now, even the dragons who had been seated on the ground, absorbing dragon energy while watching, had risen to their feet. Their expressions had shifted as they observed this match, from initial appreciation and observation to grave solemnity. Even a Higher Dragon like Zhang Liang Ruixiao, whose nature was cold and detached, now wore a look of pure admiration in his eyes.

Everyone could see that the outcome of this battle had already been decided. But that dragon, who had clearly lost, who should have ended the fight, simply rose again and again, with difficulty, with struggle, to face that invincible opponent. Undoubtedly, in this bout, Xu Yanmo had already brought out his full strength to secure victory. This had not been his intention, for if he aimed for the championship, he needed to save his strongest power and best condition for more critical matches.

Yet, facing such an opponent, how could he possibly hold back? On the ground, the enormous golden dragon's body was now barely visible beneath its golden sheen, completely covered in crimson. But still, he rose once more, time after time, to face the insurmountable foe.

"Keep going!" someone roared in a low voice. In that instant, the surrounding dragons watching shouted the same slogan in unison. Though they knew full well that the combatants within the battle zone could not hear the voices cut off by the light barrier, in that moment, they were all moved by that blood-soaked golden dragon, and they could not help but cheer.

The four Dragon Knights had been watching the battle's developments all along. At this moment, their expressions varied. Even the Holy Light Dragon Knight Huang Liangwei, who had previously targeted the Darkfiend Dragon Knight Luo Lan, now wore a serious face. As for Xu Yanmo's mentor, the Heaven-Defying Dragon Knight Long Chaoyang, his brows had already relaxed, replaced mostly by admiration. The Darkfiend Dragon Knight Luo Yayuan's expression remained unchanged; from the direction of his gaze, he was focused only on that blood-drenched figure lying on the ground, struggling to rise bit by bit. The Mokong Dragon Knight Luo Lan's hands had clenched at some point, and in his eyes, there was nothing but exhilaration.

So what if she lost? As long as she was not dead, the outcome of a single match ultimately decided nothing. What mattered most was what one could gain from such a battle. Learning of Lan's tenacious will was Luo Lan's greatest harvest. He had not anticipated that this female dragon he had valued would unleash such formidable and unyielding will, along with such astonishing endurance. Had it been any other Higher Dragon, even with sufficient willpower, they would have long lost the ability to resist under Xu Yanmo's fierce assaults. Yet Lan persisted, rising again and again, and even managed to wound Xu Yanmo in the clashes.

He had struck gold. The Mokong Dragon Knight Luo Lan could say with absolute certainty that he had struck gold. Earlier, due to Lan's bloodline, he had believed this female might become a Dragon Knight; now, he was completely certain that Lan would definitely become a Dragon Knight in the future. For Lan already possessed everything a Dragon Knight required: powerful bloodline, and a steadfast, unyielding conviction.

Neither could be lacking. In the Mokong Dragon Knight's heart, the female before him had already become someone worthy of his unreserved support.

At this moment, all before Lan Xuanyu's eyes were already crimson, yet deep within, a certain conviction still sustained him. Only he would believe that he had not yet lost. Yes, he had not lost. Slowly, with difficulty, bit by bit, he pulled himself up from the ground. Yes, he forced himself up once more. Though every part of his body had gone somewhat numb from the intense pain, the obsession within his heart compelled him to rise again. He lifted his head and gazed at Xu Yanmo, whose body trembled in the air.

"Come on!" His dragon head raised high, he roared at the sky, without cowardice, only with even more frenzied battle intent. A cluster of golden flames almost instantly ignited upon his body—flames born from his bloodline, the very flames dragons used to temper their bodies, flames that could only be employed with sufficient energy replenishment; otherwise, doing so was tantamount to suicide. Yet at this moment, he kindled those flames for the sole purpose of preserving his strength to keep fighting. How mad, how formidable! But he did it anyway, burning his very life amid the stirring dragon's roar. This was clearly a desperate gamble—a fighting will determined to strive for victory even if it meant consuming the last drop of his blood!

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