"Jun Tianlin, Martial Soul: Demon-Suppressing Sword, Level 77 Power Attack System Battle Soul Sage. Please advise!"
As soon as the deep blue longsword appeared, it instantly suppressed the sharpness of the Soul-Breaking Spear. The seven soul rings, symbolizing the strength of a Soul Sage, appeared one by one: one yellow, two purple, two black, and two red, rhythmically circulating around Tian Lin's body.
Level 77!
After the Soul Hunting Operation, Tian Lin's strength had increased again, because he had changed his cultivation method—temporarily setting aside swordsmanship to focus on soul power cultivation.
Previously, to deal with the Spirit Hall's Soul Hunting Operation, Tian Lin urgently needed to increase his combat ability, hence his high demand for swordsmanship. The results were clear: the Shu Mountain Sword Technique and the Seven Kill Sword Technique allowed Tian Lin to defeat countless enemies during the operation. Even the Porcupine Douluo died under the Shu Mountain Sword's Sword Lock, and Tian Lin's swordsmanship could still play a role even against an Ultimate Douluo like Qian Daoliu.
But now that the Soul Hunting Operation was over, the sect would enjoy a long period of safety, and with Tian Lin entering a rapid soul power cultivation phase, it was only right to focus on reaching the Title Douluo level. As for swordsmanship, it was sufficient for now.
Yang Wudi was utterly speechless upon hearing this level. Tian Lin was not even a fifth of his age, yet only five levels below him. This talent was simply terrifying.
Even more important was the soul ring configuration—the last two soul rings gleamed a bright red, making Yang Wudi's gaze serious. The last one even had four golden lines, giving him an intense sense of oppression.
He now believed that Tian Lin truly had the strength to face a Title Douluo one-on-one. After all, if he, as an ordinary Soul Douluo with standard rings, could do what he did, why couldn't Tian Lin?
"So this is Brother Jun's true strength?" Bai Chenxiang, who had only heard of his feats but never seen them, was now thoroughly convinced.
"As expected, seeing is believing. Sword Prince, you're even better than the rumors." Yang Wudi gripped his spear, a different person now. All his previous emotional turmoil vanished, his energy, spirit, and mind focused entirely on the iron spear in his hands. Neither Tian Lin's level nor the 460,000-year soul ring could disturb him.
Seeing this, Tian Lin's expression became serious. To be able to focus solely on the Martial Soul and disregard everything else, in this realm was extraordinary. Today's battle would be no easier than fighting a Title Douluo.
Yang Wudi looked coldly at Tian Lin. "Are you ready?" For him, no matter the opponent, his mindset would not be affected. Only by always maintaining confidence in victory and never letting external factors affect himself could he unleash his strongest breaking at his peak momentum.
Unbreakable, unstoppable—the most important thing was belief.
"Please." Tian Lin merged his soul rings into the Demon Sword. "My body becomes the sword—Deathgod Domain!"
"Good! So it's the self-created soul skill that made Sword Douluo famous—Man and Sword as One—and the legendary Deathgod Domain. Let me experience them properly today!" Yang Wudi shouted, thrusting his spear. The move was a simple, straightforward attack, but the terrifyingly sharp aura surpassed even the murderous intent of Tian Lin's Deathgod Domain.
The Deathgod Domain could only weaken Yang Wudi's other attributes, but it was ineffective against his attack power. Worthy of the Breaking clan—their mastery of attack had reached perfection.
"First Soul Skill—Freezing Snow!" Tian Lin drew his finger along the Demon Sword, using Freezing Snow's first method—attaching cold energy to the blade.
Tian Lin smiled slightly. Indeed, the spear's attack power was formidable, even surpassing the Demon Bear Douluo from the Soul Hunting Operation. It was the first time he had encountered a Martial Soul that could rival his Demon Sword in attack.
But that was all. Tian Lin didn't plan to dodge—this was a good chance to counterattack.
"Old Goat, go easy!" Bai He shouted anxiously. If Yang Wudi lost control and seriously injured Tian Lin, things would get out of hand.
But his old friend had always been a madman in battle and wouldn't hear him now.
The Soul-Breaking Spear stabbed Tian Lin's arm, but the expected injury didn't occur. Instead, the spear met massive resistance, failing to harm Tian Lin, and the tip even started to bend.
A 460,000-year-old Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear right arm bone—not something just anyone could damage.
"This is... a soul bone!" Yang Wudi was shocked and confused. Others had blocked his attacks with soul bones before, but the result was always the same: both person and bone were pierced.
Now, he could only guess that Tian Lin's soul bone was of unimaginable quality.
"Freezing Snow—Seal!" Tian Lin flicked his sword, using the second method of Freezing Snow. A wave of cold instantly froze Yang Wudi and his spear.
"Great, boss wins!" Ma Hongjun cheered. This was the ultimate ice—once frozen, you could only await death.
Bai He shook his head. "Not yet. Old Goat's attack power can't be compared to an ordinary Soul Douluo."
"Third Soul Skill—Explosion!"
From within the ice, Yang Wudi roared, shattering the ice in less than a second.
"Huff!" Yang Wudi exhaled cold air.
Ultimate ice was no easy thing to handle. Though he broke the surface ice, the intense cold had invaded his body, making his limbs feel almost frozen.
"No wonder it's the Soul-Breaking Spear—truly terrifying attack power. But let's see how you handle this next move." Tian Lin switched his sword to his left hand.
Though not left-handed, with his current swordsmanship, his left hand was no weaker than his right.
"Three Realms Annihilation—Dark Gold Dreadclaw!"
Using Heart Separation control, Tian Lin launched two different attacks with both hands: one, the strongest blow of the Seven Kill Sword Technique; the other, the terrifyingly powerful Dark Gold Dreadclaw.
No matter which one Yang Wudi blocked, the other would defeat him.
"Fifth Soul Skill—Break!" Yang Wudi chose to attack Tian Lin's right hand. After all, no matter how strong the soul bone was, it must have a limit.
He didn't believe his attack couldn't break through.
Trading injuries for injuries was the strongest way of the Breaking clan.
"You think it's that simple?" Tian Lin smiled faintly.
Sword and claw struck together—Tian Lin didn't retreat at all.
Because the Soul-Breaking Spear was a long weapon, it clashed with Tian Lin's Dark Gold Dreadclaw first—the same result as before.
The spear tip bent again—Tian Lin's attack power utterly surpassed the Soul-Breaking Spear.
"Lost again!" Yang Wudi's heart trembled—he had lost in attack power once more.
But his stubborn nature would not let him admit defeat. Just as Tian Lin's sword slashed toward him, his seventh soul ring lit up.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!"