Great Sumeru Hammer, I Break It with Strength!

"What was that? A dragon?!"

Xiao Wu stared, dumbfounded.

Lin Qing now looked like a humanoid dragon.

His three-meter-tall body was covered in golden scales, a long tail trailing behind him. Standing there, he looked like a dragon-man God of War.

But what happened next was even more terrifying.

Soul rings appeared!

Red! Red! Red! Red!

Four blood-red soul rings rose side by side, hovering behind Lin Qing like four Little Suns.

"!!!"

Xiao Wu stopped breathing.

"How is that possible?!"

Tang Hao froze completely.

His hand gripping the Clear Sky Hammer tightened involuntarily, veins bulging on the back of it.

His eyes, hidden in the shadows, stared fixedly at the four Red Soul Rings, his pupils shrinking to Pinpoint Size.

"Four... Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings?"

His voice was a little dry, as if he had not had water in a long time.

"How is that possible? Your Soul Power Fluctuation is only Level 93!"

A Titled Douluo's senses could not be wrong.

Lin Qing's Soul Power Fluctuation was indeed Level 93.

But these four Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings... this made no sense.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings could only be obtained by hunting Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

What kind of concept was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

They were existences capable of contending with Super Douluo above Level Ninety-Five.

Killing one was already harder than ascending to heaven. Killing four? And successfully absorbing all of them?

His Soul Ring Configuration was wrong too!

A normal Soul Master's ideal soul ring ratio was yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Even having a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring as his Ninth Soul Ring was already defying the heavens.

Why did Lin Qing have four?

Could it be that he had begun absorbing Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings from his sixth Soul Ring onward?

Tang Hao's mind was in chaos.

Lin Qing rolled his neck, and his dragonified cervical vertebrae cracked even louder.

"If you want to fight, then fight. Why all the nonsense? Who cares how many Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings I have? As long as I can hammer you to death, that's enough."

"!"

Tang Hao's gaze sharpened.

So what if he had four Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings? When had Tang Hao ever feared anyone in his life?

Back then, several Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall had surrounded and hunted him. He had survived, and even killed one in return.

Would he fear a Level 93 junior today?

"Outrageously arrogant!"

He growled as his first Yellow Soul Ring lit up.

There were no fancy movements, only the simplest charge.

His entire body turned into a Black Shadow that tore through the air.

He was too fast. From afar, Xiao Wu only saw an afterimage flash before Tang Hao had already appeared in front of Lin Qing.

"Hah!!!"

The Clear Sky Hammer swung down in a full arc.

Simple, brutal, pure power.

The Hammer Head carved a heavy howl through the air. Wherever it passed, the compressed air burst with sharp crackles.

This was the Clear Sky Hammer's style—breaking ten thousand techniques with strength alone.

No matter how ever-changing your Soul Skills were, he would smash them apart with one hammer blow.

But Lin Qing neither dodged nor evaded.

He did not even assume a defensive stance. He merely raised his dragonified right arm and spread his five claws—meeting it head-on.

Clang—!!!

The Dragon Claw and Giant Hammer erupted with a deafening metallic collision.

It was low and heavy, like the sound of two mountains crashing together.

The sound materialized into a visible ring of sonic waves.

"Urgh!"

Xiao Wu covered her ears, but the shock still left her dizzy and disoriented.

Nervously, she watched the ground beneath the two collapse into a huge crater.

Cracks spread outward from the edge of the crater like a spiderweb, reaching all the way to Xiao Wu's feet hundreds of meters away.

The blast wave uprooted every surrounding tree.

More than a dozen massive trees flew into the air, broken branches and leaves scattering everywhere before crashing down in the distance with a series of crackles, raising clouds of dust.

The first strike ended in a draw.

Lin Qing stood where he was, utterly unmoving.

His Golden Dragon Arm held up the Clear Sky Hammer, and not even a white mark had appeared on its scales.

"?"

Tang Hao's expression changed.

He had used at least sixty percent of his strength in that blow.

Even ordinary Titled Douluo below Level 93 would not dare receive it head-on. If they did, they would cough blood and stagger back.

Yet Lin Qing had taken it!

And he even looked quite relaxed. His arm had not trembled in the slightest!

"Interesting."

Lin Qing licked his lips, golden light flashing in his eyes.

"The power of the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one Tool Martial Soul under heaven, truly lives up to its reputation."

If his Martial Soul had not been the Golden Dragon with Ultimate Power, he might truly have been unable to contend with it in terms of strength.

The moment he finished speaking, the first Red Soul Ring behind him blazed.

Blood Red light surged into Lin Qing's body like Water Flow, slipping into the gaps between his scales and merging into his muscles and bones.

First Soul Skill Dragon Transformation One!

First Soul Skill Jun Dragon Power!

The two Soul Skills activated simultaneously.

Golden light surged once more.

He swung his claw backward and grabbed at Tang Hao's chest.

There was no technique to it, only the sheer speed granted by an All Attribute Boost.

He was so fast that he left behind a string of afterimages.

Screech—!

His Claw Tips carved five golden streaks through the air, producing a piercing shriek.

Tang Hao raised his hammer to block.

Clang—!!!

The second collision rang out.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Clang clang clang clang—!!!

In just three seconds, the two exchanged more than a dozen blows.

Every collision unleashed a visible Shockwave.

Golden Soul Power and black Soul Power mixed together, exploding in all directions.

The ground for hundreds of meters around them was plowed over again and again, pitted and ruined without a single intact patch.

The trees had long since vanished. The turf had been blown away, exposing the black earth beneath.

Lin Qing had long since carried Xiao Wu with his Soul Power to behind a large tree a thousand meters away.

She clung to the trunk and peeked out, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open in stunned disbelief.

This... this was a battle at the Titled Douluo level?

It was terrifying!

At the same time, despair grew even deeper in her heart.

How could she possibly escape from an existence like this?

On the battlefield, Tang Hao grew more alarmed with every exchange.

His Clear Sky Hammer was renowned for its incomparably terrifying power.

Among those of the same level, no one had ever surpassed him in strength.

Back then, the three Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall had relied on coordinating Soul Skills and wearing him down from afar. No one had dared clash with him head-on.

But this Lin Qing, this Lin Qing who was only Level 93...

Every dragon fist that struck the hammer left his Tiger's Mouth numb.

He was not barely blocking the attacks. They were genuinely trading blows head-on, and Lin Qing even seemed to hold a faint advantage in raw strength.

Something was wrong!

Very wrong!

Tang Hao withdrew and retreated, opening a distance of ten meters.

His chest rose and fell, the muscles beneath his Black Robe tightening and relaxing.

He stared at Lin Qing, his gaze solemn.

His second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth Soul Rings lit up in succession!

The patterns on the Clear Sky Hammer began to glow.

They lit up bit by bit along those savage grooves, as though magma were flowing through veins.

The hammer seemed to have grown even larger?

Yet in Tang Hao's hands, it seemed to have no weight at all.

"Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!"

He shouted again and charged forward, his hammer technique changing.

It was no longer a simple smash.

Instead, it carried a strange rhythm, one hammer following another as their power stacked layer upon layer.

The first hammer fell and rebounded with borrowed force. The second was faster and heavier. Borrowing force again, the third became even heavier...

Each hammer was heavier than the last, and each was so fast that its shadow could not be seen clearly.

Hammer Shadows interwove into a massive net, airtight as it enveloped Lin Qing within.

The air was shredded apart with shrill howls, while the hammer winds scraped away layer after layer of the ground.

At first, Lin Qing could still receive the blows head-on.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

He caught them with his left claw, blocked with his right, and swept his Dragon Tail sideways to deflect the incoming hammers.

But after receiving dozens of hammer blows, his arms began to go numb.

He clicked his tongue.

This damage-stacking ability is ridiculously overpowered. Each hammer is heavier than the last. If it keeps stacking like this, the ninety-ninth hammer might be able to smash apart a mountain.