The Momentum Is Not Bad, It Is Just a Pity That the Strength Is Still a Bit Too Green

A Spirit Venerable?!

On the martial arts arena, the disciples had been rubbing their hands together, ready to teach this new junior brother a lesson!

But when they saw the three ink-black spirit rings beneath Su Chen's feet, they were instantly struck as if by a paralysis spell.

Black! Black! Black!

Three ten-thousand-year spirit rings!

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

This... how is this possible?!

Starting with a ten-thousand-year spirit ring as the first? Is this even something a human can achieve?

Even in Shrek Academy, that place known as the "Monster Concentration Camp," or even back when the three current Limit Douluo were young, had anyone ever been this outrageous?

How the hell are we supposed to fight this!

It's like everyone is in the newbie village pecking at each other with wooden swords, and you just rolled in piloting a max-level Gundam?

Opening with an ultimate move right off the bat—that's just not playing by the rules!

Although the disciples of the Body Sect were stubborn and believed in "treating life and death with indifference, and fighting if you're not convinced," they weren't stupid.

In a match that was guaranteed to be a loss, going up there was just asking to be abused; only someone with a hole in their head would do that!

And so, a comical scene unfolded.

The crowd, which had been so aggressive just a moment ago, took a synchronized step backward, silently "highlighting" Long Aotian, who had been standing at the very front.

Senior Brother, we're counting on you! We support you in spirit!

"Interesting..."

At the center of the storm, Long Aotian looked at Su Chen's shocking spirit ring configuration. Far from feeling any fear, his eyes ignited with a blazing fire of battle intent!

He didn't fear a strong opponent; he only feared an opponent too weak to be worth his full effort!

A true powerhouse dares to face a bleak life and stare directly into dripping blood!

"Hah!"

Long Aotian took a step forward, his momentum like a rainbow!

Yellow, purple, purple!

Three spirit rings rose from beneath his feet. Although they looked somewhat dim compared to Su Chen's three black rings, the indomitable momentum they carried was not the least bit inferior!

"Long Aotian, Martial Soul: Skin, Level 32 Assault System Battle Spirit Venerable. Please grant me your guidance, Junior Brother Su Chen!"

As cultivators, why should we fear a battle!

Meanwhile, on the high platform.

"Clang!"

A teacup in an elder's hand dropped to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Du Busi and the group of Title Douluo elders were all dumbfounded, their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

"My goodness... this kid, he's been hiding his true strength!"

Du Busi was so excited that his beard was trembling.

He knew Su Chen's spirit ring configuration was exaggerated, but he hadn't expected it to be to this extent!

Starting with ten-thousand-year spirit rings... just how monstrous must his physical constitution be? He is simply a freak of nature born for the Body Sect!

"Three ten-thousand-year spirit rings..."

The usually composed Elder Jin couldn't help but gasp, feeling a dull ache in his gums.

"It seems this child's talent has long since surpassed the Sect Master's back in the day..." Elder Jin couldn't help but sigh.

"Geez, Old Jin, isn't that just stating the obvious? Why didn't you say so earlier!" The elder beside him rolled his eyes.

"Hmm... Old Jin, can you tell us something we don't know? Like, how many more trump cards does Su Chen actually have?"

"..." Elder Jin was speechless.

On the arena, the atmosphere was murderous.

In the vast space, only Su Chen and Long Aotian remained.

Looking at the burly youth opposite him, who remained high in battle spirit despite knowing he was outmatched, you couldn't help but give him a silent nod of approval in your heart.

My friend, knowing there are tigers on the mountain yet choosing to head toward the tiger mountain—you're a real man!

"Since that's the case, to show you my respect..."

With a thought, the Pluto Sword (First Martial Soul) in your hand, which radiated a netherworld aura, slowly dissipated.

Replacing it, a dark red phantom emerged behind you—King Crimson!

Su Chen decided to use his strongest Body Martial Soul to end this battle.

Seeing this scene, Long Aotian froze.

His expression darkened immediately, his brows furrowing tight: "Junior Brother Su, what is the meaning of this? Putting away your weapon—could it be that you look down on me, Long Aotian? Do you think I am not worthy of you drawing your sword?"

"No, Senior Brother has misunderstood."

You shook your head, your expression earnest.

"It is precisely because I respect you as a real man that I have decided to fight you in my strongest state."

(Subtext: If I use my sword, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and might hack you to death. Using King Crimson will at least leave you with a breath left.)

"Your strongest state, you say..."

Hearing this, the anger in Long Aotian's eyes dissipated, replaced by an even more scorching fighting spirit.

"If that is the case, then let us fight! I will not hold back!"

Before the words even faded, the soul rings beneath Long Aotian's feet lit up instantly!

"First Soul Skill, Demonic Ape Transformation!"

Crack-pop—!

A series of bone-popping sounds rang out. Long Aotian's already burly frame expanded once more, his muscles bulging like rocks, and a metallic luster surfaced on his skin. In an instant, he transformed into a humanoid violent ape!

But that wasn't all!

Facing you, who seemed unfathomable, Long Aotian dared not hold anything back!

Yellow, purple... two soul rings flashed in succession!

This was an incredibly reckless style of play—a decisive battle from the very start! He intended to stack his strength, speed, and defense to the absolute limit!

"Junior Brother Su! Watch out!"

Long Aotian let out a furious roar, the floor beneath his feet shattering as he launched himself like a cannonball, charging toward Su Chen with an unstoppable momentum!

"The momentum is decent, like a tiger descending from the mountain. It's just a pity that your strength is still a bit too green."

Su Chen narrowed his eyes, giving his evaluation in his heart.

Although his Body Martial Soul in reality had not yet been imbued with soul rings, after two baptisms in the simulator, his combat awareness had already reached the pinnacle of perfection.

To deal with an opponent of Long Aotian's level, he didn't even need to use a trump card like Time Erasure.

He couldn't even be bothered to use Epitaph.

"What harm is there in letting you have one move?"

The corners of Su Chen's mouth curled up. Instead of dodging, he chose the most shocking method—taking it head-on!

Boom!

The two collided directly!

Long Aotian's punch, wrapped in terrifying gale-force winds and capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, slammed solidly into Su Chen's chest!

The entire arena fell into dead silence!

The eyes of the onlookers nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Holy crap! He took it head-on?!"

"That was Long Aotian's full-force strike! A hit like that would make a ten-thousand-year soul beast kneel and call him daddy, yet Su Chen... didn't even budge?!"

"He couldn't even move Su Chen with that blow??"

Long Aotian was even more horrified in his heart.

He felt as if his punch hadn't landed on a human body, but rather into a bottomless pit of cotton; all his power vanished into the sea, disappearing without a trace!

The recoil even made the webbing between his thumb and forefinger go numb!

"How is this possible?!"

"It's over."

The moment Long Aotian's old strength was spent and his new strength had yet to arise, Su Chen moved.

There were no flashy moves, just a simple, unadorned hand-blade that struck the carotid artery on the back of Long Aotian's neck with lightning speed.

Thud!

The strike was precise and elegant.

Long Aotian felt his brain "buzz," as if he had been struck hard by a heavy hammer.

An intense wave of dizziness swept through his entire body, and the strength in his limbs was instantly drained away.

In a trance, he seemed to see a river flowing with flowers, and on the other side, his kind great-grandmother was smiling and waving at him...

"Great... great-grandmother..."

The next second, Long Aotian rolled his eyes back, his body collapsing limply to the ground as he passed out on the spot!

Young people are truly great; they can just drop their heads and fall asleep.