Playing a DPS Role with Absolute Defense-Chapter 54 - 53: Accelerated Battle—Only the Strongest Is My Disciple!

Chapter 54: Chapter 53: Accelerated Battle—Only the Strongest Is My Disciple!

[Lei Tingsen, guys, sway with my rhythm!]

Huge sound waves spread in all directions, colliding with the edge of the arena, creating ripples.

Even with the protection of the arena, the loud and piercing noise still traveled far.

People who were initially watching other arenas all looked towards Arena No. 10 when the music started.

After all, this local DJ with a tacky style is truly a rare sight in this era.

And using such a method to attack indeed draws a lot of attention.

Ye Bufan looked at the layers of sound waves sweeping towards him, his face extremely grim!

This is a group attack, a massive range group attack, and he couldn’t possibly dodge it.

Ye Bufan rapidly formed hand seals, a golden light flashed across his body: "Eight Gates Escape Armor, Suppress!"

[Boom!]

The terrifying sound waves collided with the golden light, Ye Bufan’s body shook several times, and his face turned even more grim.

Although his defense did block some of the attack, his internal organs still felt as if they were boiling.

And this was only a group attack from the opponent.

There was indeed a level suppression, yet the gap was quite significant.

The red-haired Shamate performed bizarre moves along with the music, continually taunting:

"Oh hey, not bad, you actually blocked my first wave of attack, but my musical rhythm won’t stop!"

The continuous sound waves collided with the golden light, his defense was growing weaker and weaker, and his internal organs felt like they were boiling.

In his mind, there occasionally appeared a thought to sway with the musical rhythm.

Ye Bufan quickly shook his head, throwing out the thought, furrowing his brow, knowing this wasn’t a sustainable way.

Thinking of this, he looked towards the red-haired Shamate still swaying to the music.

The best defense is a good offense!

"Daoist Sword!"

As Ye Bufan formed the hand seals, a spark at his fingertip grew brighter, transforming into a massive sword light slashing forward.

The huge sword light struck Shamate’s body, but it felt like it hit a ghost without substance, passing straight through.

[Boom!]

The sword light collided with the defense at the edge of the arena, creating a loud roar.

Shamate spun 360 degrees on the spot, giving Ye Bufan a dismissive smile:

"In my music, I am invincible! No one can interrupt a Shamate’s rhythm, why not give up resistance, and revel with me."

All the challengers who had come to the arena attracted by the music watched this scene with furrowed brows.

"What is this ability, to ignore attacks?"

"If I encounter an opponent like this, what should I do?"

"Haha, the Shamate family is indeed a rarity."

"As historical records show, the Shamate clan reached its peak around the year 2000 and then mysteriously disappeared; I didn’t expect them to pop up today."

"The Shamate clan is out, I wonder about the spiritual young people..."

On the arena, Ye Bufan’s mouth was continually dripping blood, the golden light on his body was on the verge of shattering.

Watching the Shamate still posing in various strange stances, Ye Bufan mumbled:

"Rhythm, it’s all about the rhythm!"

[Harmonize with Light and Dust!]

A giant Tai Chi Diagram slowly expanded around Ye Bufan, causing everything it passed to slow down.

The terrifying sound wave slightly collided with the Tai Chi Diagram, slowing in frequency until it disappeared.

The giant Tai Chi Diagram continued to spread until it enveloped the entire arena.

Ye Bufan fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Is that all? If that’s it, then now it’s my turn!"

Shamate stopped his bizarre dance, the corner of his mouth under his red hair slightly curled up, his iron chain stopped swinging, he raked his long hair revealing one eye:

"Very impressive, but I already said, that was just an appetizer. If you couldn’t at least handle that, I’d be very disappointed.

Now, it’s time for me to get serious!"

[Eight Gates Armor Piercing]

[Daoist Sword]

[Shadow Dispelling]

[Divine Strike]

Ye Bufan released a series of skills, casting multiple in succession, knowing he couldn’t be careless against someone of a higher level.

Shamate looked at the swiftly incoming skills, the corner of his mouth slightly curled: "Do you know what love means?

It seems you don’t, so watch carefully at this move!

If You Don’t Love, Don’t Hurt!"

[If You Don’t Love, Don’t Hurt]

As he finished speaking, six large, colorful words circled around his body continuously.

The skills Ye Bufan cast redirected to the side upon contact with the colorful words.

Seeing this scene, not only Ye Bufan but also the challengers below were dumbfounded.

"What kind of ridiculous skill is this!"

"What is this ability, I’ve never heard of such terrifying skills!"

"To make skills redirect, what kind of nonsense is this!"

Su Mo on Arena No. 1 watched this unfold with a furrowed brow too.

If the opponent came at him directly, he wouldn’t be afraid, but such strange skills were challenging.

He wondered if his power to break everything could shatter those words!

"Have you finished already? Now it’s my turn, [Love Like a Tide]"

A giant wave lifted Shamate, surging forward.

Even Ye Bufan’s Harmonize with Light and Dust couldn’t block this giant wave.

Shamate stood atop the wave, spinning his iron chain, which then struck, sending Ye Bufan flying out of the arena.

Although this arena wasn’t as straightforward and quick as Su Mo’s previous fights, regarding flashy moves, even ten Su Mo’s couldn’t compare.

Shamate raked his red hair, revealing one eye, and looked at Su Mo:

"I’ve reached the ninth, and I’ll soon get to you!"

After speaking, he didn’t choose to defend the arena but opted to continue challenging.

But Su Mo didn’t pay attention, instead watching battles elsewhere.

Previously, those Su Mo fought were mostly defeated by a single punch, witnessing others use various flashy skills was a first.

He was quite interested and couldn’t help wishing to possess such flashy skills.

At this time, some strong foreign powerhouses, carefully selected, began to showcase their terrifying talents.

In mid-air, a phantom suddenly appeared, looking at the battle below, shook its head in dissatisfaction, and said solemnly:

"Playing like this is too slow, genuine powerhouses don’t need rest; the upcoming challenge is without rest time, infinite challenge; whoever stands on the arena in eight hours becomes my disciple!"