Chapter 139 Lu Ming Shocks the Entire Audience! He Withstands the Ice Explosion! Shui Bing'er Cries!
"This is really troublesome."
Lu Ming sighed softly.
Just as that terrifying energy sphere was about to explode...
Lu Ming made a move.
Instead of retreating, he took a step forward and shot into the blinding light like an arrow.
The entire audience widened their eyes in surprise.
Sitting at the back of the VIP section, Dugu Yan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "What is he trying to do? Instead of hiding, he's rushing in!"
"Could he be trying to interrupt the spell before the explosion?"
Qian Renxue's previously calm expression changed, and she abruptly put down the teacup in her hand.
"Rushing in at this moment is practically suicide! Doesn't he value his life?"
"Why would anyone do that? It's practically suicide! It's too dangerous and so irrational!!"
"..."
Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er stared blankly at the handsome face that suddenly appeared in front of them.
"you..."
Before they could even react...
Lu Ming spread his arms and pulled the two of them into his embrace.
Immediately afterwards, he turned around and used his broad back to block the epicenter of the explosion.
"boom--!!!"
A deafening roar instantly engulfed the entire Great Soul Arena.
The terrifying shockwave, carrying countless sharp ice shards, shot wildly in all directions like a barrage of flying knives.
That kind of power seemed to be able to overturn the entire arena.
"not good!"
In the VIP section, Ning Fengzhi's expression changed.
An explosion of this magnitude, if it were to affect the audience seating area, would inevitably cause enormous casualties.
Before he could even speak, Sword Douluo Chen Xin beside him had already made a move.
"snort."
A cold snort.
The Seven Kill Sword appeared out of thin air and hovered above the Great Soul Arena.
An invisible barrier of sword energy descended instantly, enveloping the entire arena and effectively blocking the flying ice shards and terrifying shockwaves.
Jingle bells!
The shattered ice struck the sword energy barrier, producing a series of crisp sounds, before finally turning into powder and dissipating.
The audience was terrified, turning pale, and many even crawled under their chairs.
Once the shaking stopped, everyone mustered their courage and craned their necks to look at the arena.
In the center of the arena, smoke and dust filled the air, and icy mist swirled, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.
Tang San stared intently at the white mist, his Purple Demon Eye activated to its limit, trying to see through what was inside.
"An explosion at such close range..."
Ma Hongjun swallowed hard, his tone filled with barely concealed anticipation: "Even if Lu Ming doesn't die, he'll probably be badly injured, right?"
Dai Mubai gritted his teeth: "It would be best to just blow them up! That would end it all!"
Just as everyone was discussing it.
A gentle breeze swept by, carrying away the pervasive icy mist.
The scene on the arena was finally clearly presented to everyone.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
Lu Ming remained in that position.
He knelt on one knee, his back to the audience, his broad body like a majestic mountain, protecting Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er beneath him.
On his back, the Blue Tyrant Academy uniform was already torn to shreds, revealing his well-defined muscles.
But now, her once perfect back was a bloody mess, with tiny icicles stuck in many places. Blood flowed down the wounds and dripped onto the white ice, a shocking sight.
Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er, who were protected by him, were completely unharmed.
The two sisters stared blankly at Lu Ming, who was standing right in front of them, watching a trickle of blood slowly seep from the corner of his mouth. They were completely dumbfounded.
Shui Bing'er's mind was buzzing.
Why?
He could have easily dodged it.
Even if he didn't dodge, with his strength, he could have easily used those strange vines to bounce us away and save himself.
But why did he rush over?
Why would you use your body to shield us from that fatal blow?
"team leader!!"
A heart-wrenching scream shattered the silence below the ring.
Ning Rongrong's eyes instantly reddened, and disregarding the rules, she rushed onto the stage.
Zhu Zhuqing transformed into a black shadow and instantly appeared beside Lu Ming. Looking at the injuries on his back, her hands, which were usually only used to kill, were now trembling so badly that she dared not touch them.
Shui Bing'er came to her senses and looked at the bloodstains at the corner of Lu Ming's mouth, her voice trembling.
"Are you...are you alright?"
Shuiyue was so frightened that tears welled up in her eyes. She was at a loss and wanted to help, but didn't know where to start.
"Lu Ming, why did you save us? We're your opponents!"
Lu Ming slowly straightened up and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the two tearful girls in front of him, his face showing no sign of pain, but rather a calm and composed demeanor.
His slightly pale face gave his words a touch of moving power.
"The opponent isn't a mortal enemy."
"It's just a game, there's no need to risk your life."
"We'll see."
Lu Ming paused, his gaze sweeping over the two pretty faces.
"It would be a real shame if such a beautiful face were blown up."
Shui Bing'er was stunned upon hearing this.
She didn't expect that at this moment, this man would still have the mind to joke.
But for some reason, looking into his deep eyes, the strong defenses in her heart completely collapsed at that moment.
From initial disdain to later shock, and finally to resentment.
All emotions transformed into deep respect and a strange, inexplicable feeling at that moment.
"Should we continue?"
Lu Ming asked calmly.
Shui Bing'er took a deep breath, looked at Lu Ming, and slowly shook her head.
"I'm not playing anymore."
"We... admit defeat."
We lost.
We lost completely.
It was not only a crushing defeat in terms of strength, but also a complete defeat in terms of character.
As Shui Bing'er conceded defeat, the host's voice rang out at the right moment, but the usual passion was gone, replaced by a hint of respect.
"Blue Tyrant Academy wins this match!"
Instead of the usual cheers, thunderous applause erupted throughout the venue.
This applause is not only for the winner, but also for Lu Ming's selfless act of saving lives.
Lu Ming stood up, swaying slightly, as if he were unsteady on his feet.
"Cough cough..."
He coughed lightly twice more, and a trickle of blood once again escaped from the corner of his mouth.
Upon seeing this, Shui Bing'er subconsciously took out a handkerchief embroidered with an ice-blue lotus from her bosom and handed it over.
"Wipe it off."
"Thank you... for saving me and Yue'er."
Her voice was soft, and her face had an unprecedented gentleness.
Lu Ming didn't stand on ceremony and reached out to take the handkerchief.
The handkerchief still carried the girl's faint body warmth and a cool, refreshing fragrance.
He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then clutched the handkerchief in his hand, showing no intention of returning it.
"They're gone."
Lu Ming waved his hand and turned to walk off the stage.
(End of chapter)