Clash II

Zhang Rongfang's heart stirred slightly at those words.

"You've held the title of the world's strongest for so long. No one has ever reached your level. This time, I want to try."

"I am different from them." Long shook his head slightly. "Different from everyone—the Three Kings, La, all of them."

"How are you different?" Zhang Rongfang asked in return.

The sunlight kept scorching the two of them, forming a faint membrane outside their skin.

Long gently opened his coat, revealing the close-fitting black clothes patterned with golden spots beneath.

"Since you know of the Spirit Eye Clan, you should also know that their final path of development was the union of technology and martial arts."

"That is true, but martial arts are only so much. Their upper limit is too low; they simply cannot contend against so many other systems." Though Zhang Rongfang had come from martial arts, he knew full well where this system's limits lay.

"The upper limit is low?" Long chuckled softly, his laughter growing louder and louder.

By now, the sunlight's radiation had raised the heat around the two of them to several thousand degrees.

Yet neither of them reacted in the slightest.

Zhang Rongfang had devoured Latiye Lan's sample. His own resistance to heat had already reached the terrifying level of nine hundred thousand degrees.

The more samples he devoured, the higher and stronger the limits of his own abilities became.

That was the terror of the Ultimate Organism. Apart from its weakness in matters of the soul, its physical body was practically invincible.

At last, Long's laughter stopped.

He raised a finger and pointed at Zhang Rongfang.

"In truth, it is not that martial arts in the Interaction Zone have a low upper limit. Rather, the later realms require exceedingly harsh conditions for