Douluo: Manifesting the Black Abyss and White Flower at the Start-Chapter 319 - 318: Mecha

Countless heavy fist shadows wove into an almost airtight web of death. Tai Tan tried to crush skill with sheer attack density at any cost, completely sealing Lu Jingming's seemingly prescient evasive routes.
But the more impatient he grew, the more flaws there were in his power under an unbalanced mind.
Lu Jingming's figure seemed all the more agile and ethereal, and he would occasionally seize those fleeting openings.
A light tap of Black Abyss sent out a jet-black decomposition ray that landed with unerring precision upon an old or freshly opened wound, bringing pain that pierced to the marrow—injury upon injury, pain upon pain.
The grey halo of the Withering Domain pervaded everywhere, like maggots gnawing at bone. As the seconds ticked by, it inexorably eroded the last vestiges of life belonging to the Titan Giant Ape—king among those who revered strength.
Lu Jingming stood at the very center of this storm of force, his crimson eyes flickering with scarlet lightning, coolly reflecting all his opponent's struggles and helplessness.
The twin spears in his hands—one black, one white—crossed with elegance as he waited for the best, final moment.
This battle's result had been decided the instant Tai Tan was dragged into the Withering Domain.
Tai Tan was trapped in an unprecedented dead end; elsewhere, Niu Tian's situation was no better.
Though his cultivation surpassed Titan's—an Ultimate Douluo in truth—when facing Raiden Mei, who had once held the authority of thunder, he was suppressed from start to finish.
His Slowing Domain could just barely affect Raiden Mei's ghostlike movements, making that lightning-like figure seem a touch slower to the eye.
But the absolute speed she exhibited by borrowing thunder far exceeded the reaction limits of Niu Tian's massive dragon body, even under domain suppression.
By now the sky was utterly swallowed by endless rolling thunderheads.
Blinding white arcs ran rampant through the clouds like living things—countless slumbering thunder-serpents that would now and then gather into a colossal, heaven's-judgment bolt, striking Niu Tian's hundreds-meter azure dragon body with ruthless precision.
The hundred-meter Azure Celestial Dragon tumbled and twisted in the dense thunderstorm, its once resplendent, tough scales scorched black in swaths by raging current. Where the massive tail swept, there were no ravines of destruction—only shocking char and scorch.
Clearly, under this seemingly endless bombardment, he was badly wounded.
Niu Tian's huge dragon eyes looked anxiously toward Tang Wutong, locked in fierce combat with Wang Qiu'er, then glanced with the corner of his eye at his brother Tai Tan, who was growing weaker under the Withering Domain, struggling to hold on.
His heart burned with anxiety like a raging fire, yet he could not break through Raiden Mei's layered net of thunder, much less shake off an opponent who wielded absolute dominion over lightning.
"My, my… this really is… a full-blown crisis."
…
Elsewhere, Vita's figure skated backward weightlessly, her skirt flaring as she narrowly brushed past Durandal's downward thrusting, radiance-wreathed spearpoint.
Debris and dust briefly veiled her silhouette; a heartbeat later, she reappeared as if teleporting a hundred meters away to safety, her tone still carrying that signature, casual, almost detached teasing of hers.
"Should we consider a strategic redeployment… and make an early exit?"
"What do you mean by that?"
Durandal halted her stormlike offensive, heroic brows knitting slightly. Her holy spear slanted to the ground, she kept a wary lock on the enemy.
She knew Vita's true nature—an inheritor of the planet Venus's divine authority and power. Even as a memory construct, not the original, she was no easy foe; her methods were unpredictable.
Thus, from the start, Durandal had kept her guard fully raised, refusing to be lulled by the other's languid, careless demeanor.
But after dozens of exchanges, she'd sensed something off—Vita had no intention of fighting seriously.
She dodged more than she attacked; even her guards were measured and just enough.
Even with her Master Tang Wutong embroiled in a perilous battle, this Servant—who should by rights be all-in protecting her—remained composed, even… watching idly from the shore.
As if Tang Wutong's life and death had nothing to do with her.
"The Holy Grail War is interesting, sure~"
Vita lifted a slender finger to her red lips, smiling bewitchingly, a disquieting danger lurking deep in her eyes.
Those unnaturally beautiful eyes shimmered with a strange light, as if peering through the veil of reality into deeper rules and truths beyond mortal reach.
"But in the end, it's a stage carefully prepared by others. And I doesn't like acting out a minor, disposable side character in someone else's script—"
She paused, her smile deepening.
"My 'little sister' who always hides away to watch everything… I imagine she feels the same way, doesn't she?"
Durandal gazed into Vita's all-seeing eyes and was struck by a powerful déjà vu, as if she'd seen those piercing eyes on someone else before.
She was straightforward and forthright, but far from dull. More importantly, her instincts—tempered by countless battles—were terrifyingly sharp.
And they were blaring—Vita indeed lacked the desire to fight in earnest, but that did not mean she was harmless or without designs.
Beneath that careless, even "slacker" attitude, she was very likely plotting something extremely unfavorable to them… whether favorable or not to others—who could say.
"I don't fully understand what you're scheming,"
Durandal tightened her grip on Black Abyss White Flower. Her blue eyes turned keen as a drawn blade, energy surging around her.
"But my instincts are warning me—right here, right now—I must end you!"
If a plot could not be unraveled, it needn't be considered further.
Crush all schemes with absolute force—that was her way.
She raised her holy spear high. The void behind her trembled, and a gigantic, awe-inspiring armored warrior holding sword and shield manifested as a phantom.
At the same time, the propulsion wings on her ornate armor flared to the limit, spraying a gorgeous torrent of blue light-particles. The powerful thrust drove her forward like a blazing comet tearing the sky, her phantom in sync, launching an unreserved killing strike at Vita.
Its overwhelming might seemed as if it would pierce space itself.
"Goodness… how impatient."
Watching Durandal's annihilating charge, Vita sighed, sounding more annoyed than alarmed.
She hadn't expected Durandal—usually easy to coax—to ignore her patter and act, going full "charge" with no room for maneuver.
"I don't know which damned scoundrel taught the once-so-easy-to-trick—ah no, so pure—Durandal to be this way. Not cute at all anymore."
…
Elsewhere, maintaining the Withering Domain over the Titan Giant Ape, Lu Jingming suddenly sneezed without warning. Rubbing his nose, puzzled, he then refocused entirely on the battle.
Though he held the absolute advantage, he still had to beware a final counterattack—after all, his foe had lived countless years and was the second sect master of the Clear Sky Sect under God King Tang San. Who knew if Tang San had left him some spiteful mutual-destruction trick.
Facing such an opponent who refused communication and had only "take her off the board" left in her head—even Vita had to admit this was vexing.
"In that case—"
Since words didn't work, Vita finally shed her languid facade.
Her expression sharpened with confidence; an indescribable aura rose from her alluring form.
Suspended in midair, she slowly raised her pale right hand.
Her peacock-feather-like ornate skirts billowed in silence behind her, sheer black stockings tracing her long, straight legs—an overall poise of deadly allure tempered by an unassailable divinity.
"Lone Planetfarer—walk with me!"
At her clear call, the space ahead peeled and shattered in layers like broken glass.
Within the twisted rift, a colossal mecha, nearly a hundred meters tall and suffocating in presence, stepped forth.
Its jade-green, metal-lustrous frame radiated streamlined power. The twin, emerald-like compound eyes on its head flared to life, sweeping the battlefield.
Blue high-energy arcs leapt and coiled over its body with a sizzling hum—the sign of its internal reactor overclocking.
Most striking of all was its back—twelve slender, razor-like floating blades hovered as if wing-feathers, forming a pair of vast, resplendent emerald light-wings.
Those wings shone with star-like brilliance, gently fanning as though a phoenix from myth unfurled them—perfectly fusing technology with the arcane.