Third Life Reincarnation: Finally Born Into a Magical World-Chapter 122: On the Warship (Part-21)

Du Penghui met it head-on, their palms colliding with a thunderous boom. Elder Lu was pushed back to Ryan’s side, but Du Penghui’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"That’s impossible!" Du Penghui shouted. "You were heavily injured! You shouldn’t have this kind of power!"

"The truth is right in front of you," Elder Lu said calmly. "Now tell me, do you still think the two of us can’t fight you together?"

Du Penghui’s expression twisted. "Even if you’ve recovered some strength, you’re still ants. Two ants don’t overturn the sun and moon. I’ll show you what true imperial power looks like."

"Then let’s begin," Elder Lu said gravely.

At that moment, Ryan leaned closer and spoke in a low voice. "Elder Lu, can you hold him down for a moment? I have a trump card. If it works, I might be able to kill him in a single strike."

Elder Lu’s pupils shrank. "You’re serious? How confident are you?"

Ryan thought briefly. "If I were alone, maybe thirty percent. With you holding him... one hundred percent."

Elder Lu inhaled sharply. At that moment, he understood just how terrifying this young man truly was. "As long as I hold him back, you’re one hundred percent sure?"

Elder Lu stared at Ryan, his eyes sharp with doubt. This was no small matter. One mistake meant death for everyone.

"Yes," Ryan replied without hesitation, nodding firmly. His gaze was steady, without the slightest wavering.

Elder Lu fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, a trace of decisiveness flashing through his eyes. "Good! Then even if I have to burn this old body down to the bone, I’ll hold him for you!"

"Thank you, Elder Lu," Ryan said solemnly, cupping his fists with deep respect.

Once the plan was set, the two moved at the same time, streaking through the sky toward Du Penghui like twin shooting stars.

"Oh? You still dare to come and die?"

Du Penghui sneered coldly. He raised one arm, and a strand of golden light burst forth, dazzling and sharp.

"Moonlight Streamer!"

The golden radiance transformed into a blazing rainbow, tearing through the air as it shot straight toward Ryan and Elder Lu.

Elder Lu’s expression hardened. His hands formed seals at lightning speed, complex patterns flickering between his palms as violent energy gathered.

"War Mark!"

With a low hum, he thrust his hands forward. A mysterious rune flew out, glowing with ancient brilliance. As it rushed ahead, it emitted a deep, resonant Sanskrit chant, solemn and awe-inspiring.

The two attacks collided head-on.

Boom!

A deafening explosion erupted as terrifying shockwaves spread outward. Violent winds screamed through the sky, and space itself seemed to tremble.

When the dust settled, the golden streamer and the mysterious rune had both vanished, completely offsetting one another.

A draw.

After this brief test of strength, Ryan and Elder Lu did not slow down. They pressed forward relentlessly.

"Good!" Du Penghui roared, his figure flashing as he charged straight at Elder Lu.

"Ryan, it’s up to you now!" Elder Lu whispered as he accelerated, placing himself directly in Du Penghui’s path.

The next instant, energy exploded violently as the two Lord rank experts clashed. Shockwaves rippled through the air, and the roar of their confrontation echoed endlessly.

Because his injuries were only partially healed, Elder Lu was clearly at a disadvantage. Even a single exchange sent him reeling backward, his body trembling from the impact. Yet he gritted his teeth and fought with everything he had, unleashing martial techniques one after another, forcibly holding Du Penghui in place.

Still, this balance would not last long. Ryan knew he had no time to waste.

Instead of charging in, he suddenly stopped in midair. His eyes flickered as he opened his system panel once more, his gaze locking onto a familiar skill.

It was the reward he had obtained after defeating the Wolf Sky Mercenary Corps at Wushuang Square in Fengyue City.

A Heaven-rank martial art, the Blazing Dance of Flames that requires a sword weapon. After activation, the user must charge for ten seconds. Once released, the user dashes forward a short distance and unleashes thirty consecutive slashes. Each slash grows stronger than the last, carrying intense fire attributes and explosive effects.

Looking at the terrifying damage scaling, Ryan’s heart surged with confidence.

"Just as I thought," Ryan murmured inwardly, satisfaction flashing through his eyes.

Without further hesitation, he closed the panel and focused entirely on the battlefield. Elder Lu was buying him time with his life. Every second mattered.

Ryan gripped the Remnant Sword tightly. He lowered his body slightly, both hands clasping the hilt as he drew the blade back behind him, assuming a stance that looked like the prelude to a draw-cut.

Then he froze completely, motionless in the sky.

This was the charging phase.

Ryan knew very well that during these ten seconds, he could not move, could not defend, and absolutely could not be interrupted. Any disturbance would cause backlash so severe that it could cripple or even kill him on the spot.

This was why he needed Elder Lu to pin Du Penghui down at all costs.

Ten seconds, in a battle between top-tier experts, was an eternity.

First second.

A faint golden glow appeared around Ryan’s body as a powerful aura burst forth, savage and oppressive, like a beast awakening from slumber. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Second second.

The golden light intensified. The surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly, spiraling toward Ryan as if drawn by an invisible vortex.

Third second.

The world around him seemed to dim, yet Ryan himself shone brighter and brighter, like a blazing sun suspended in darkness. Vast streams of power poured into his body, merging with his breath.

At this moment, his aura seemed to fuse with heaven and earth. It felt as though he was no longer just a man, but part of the very laws of the world itself.

As time passed, Ryan’s presence grew increasingly terrifying. Even those far away felt their legs tremble uncontrollably, an overwhelming urge to kneel surging in their hearts.

On the Void Warship, candidates stared in horror. In the sky, the examiners stood frozen, their faces pale under the crushing pressure.

Even from such a distance, the pressure felt like a mountain bearing down on their souls.

Thump.

A weaker candidate finally collapsed under the weight of that aura, dropping to his knees, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

A nearby Western Mansion expert hurried over, placing a hand on his back to shield him, easing the pressure just enough to keep him from collapsing entirely.

Otherwise, the mere momentum Ryan was releasing might have crushed him where he stood.

On the other side of the battlefield, Du Penghui, who was locked in combat with Elder Lu, had already sensed Ryan’s terrifying momentum.

At this moment, his attention was no longer fully on Elder Lu. While casually parrying Elder Lu’s attacks, his gaze kept drifting toward the distant figure suspended in the sky. The more he looked, the more unsettled he became, shock and unease creeping into his expression.

Because what he felt from Ryan was not merely strength.

It was destruction.

A power so violent and oppressive that it made even a Lord rank expert feel the threat of annihilation.

What made it even worse was that this aura was still climbing.