Title Douluo Realm Classifications

Bone Douluo, standing to the side, agreed with Sword Douluo and said:

"I share Sword Man's view on this."

"A newly advanced Title Douluo facing a Level 95 Title Douluo? Forget defeating them—even blocking a single attack would probably be impossible. Put bluntly, that would be courting death."

Hearing Bone Douluo dare to call him "Sword Man," Sword Douluo was greatly annoyed. He took over the conversation, not forgetting to mock Bone Douluo as he continued:

"Coward is right."

"As everyone knows, Title Douluo are the pinnacle among Spirit Masters."

"Most people only know that once a Spirit Master cultivates to the Title Douluo realm, their strength undergoes a transformation."

"But Title Douluo themselves are divided into different levels."

"Level 91 to Level 94 are Ordinary Title Douluo, Level 95 to Level 98 are known as Super Douluo, while Level 99 are called Limit Douluo."

"These classifications generally circulate only among Title Douluo."

Sword Douluo thought for a moment, then added:

"After my father failed to challenge Spirit Hall's Grand Consecrator, Qian Daoliu, he roughly deduced the gap between each level of Title Douluo. He told me about it before he died."

"Above the Title Douluo realm, each level is a world apart."

"Among Ordinary Title Douluo, from Level 91 to Level 94, each level has roughly twenty percent more Soul Power than the last."

"Level 95 is the dividing line among Title Douluo. From this point onward, a qualitative transformation occurs. Level 95 has roughly twice the Soul Power of Level 94. That is why those from Level 95 onward are called Super Douluo."

"Level 96 has roughly twice as much Soul Power as Level 95."

"By the same logic, Level 97 has roughly three times as much Soul Power as Level 96, while Level 98 has roughly four times as much Soul Power as Level 97."

"As for Level 99, there is even less need to say. That is another level altogether—the ultimate existence at the peak of this world. Thus, they are called Peerless Douluo or Limit Douluo. Limit Douluo is the more commonly used title. A Level 98 Super Douluo could almost be destroyed with a casual flick of a hand before a Limit Douluo."

"Although this classification of the Title Douluo realm is only my father's rough estimate, it should not differ much from the actual gaps in Soul Power."

As Sword Douluo spoke, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, filled with longing and aspiration for the realms beyond Super Douluo.

Bone Douluo had long heard Sword Douluo speak of his father's classification of the Soul Power gaps between Title Douluo levels, yet he still could not help feeling stirred.

His expression at this moment was almost identical to Sword Douluo's.

His eyes were likewise filled with longing and aspiration.

It was Ning Fengzhi's first time hearing this from Sword Douluo, and he was stunned.

A storm surged within his heart, and he could not calm down for a long while.

After a long time, Ning Fengzhi came back to his senses, drew a deep breath, and could not help sighing:

"Title Douluo are terrifying indeed!"

A moment later, Ning Fengzhi pondered for several seconds before voicing his doubts:

"Since a Level 95 Title Douluo is so terrifying, how did Tang Hao defeat and kill Spirit Hall's Pope, Qian Xunji?"

Sword Douluo pondered briefly before giving his opinion:

"The strength of a Title Douluo varies from person to person and is influenced by many factors."

"Besides the gap in Soul Power Level, it also depends on the strength and attributes of one's Martial Soul. After all, you cannot expect a Support System Title Douluo to defeat Title Douluo of other systems."

"Furthermore, the power of Spirit Skills is tied to the age of the Spirit Rings and the Spirit Beasts that produce them. The stronger the Spirit Beast, the older the Spirit Ring and the more powerful the Spirit Skill. But that cannot make up for the gap in Soul Power Levels. Even possessing the legendary, impossibly rare Hundred-Thousand Year Spirit Ring would not be enough."

At this point, Sword Douluo paused. He furrowed his brow and compared himself to the situation before finally shaking his head and continuing:

"With my current Level 92 Soul Power, challenging a Level 95 opponent would still leave me with no chance of victory. Our Soul Power is simply not on the same scale, and the Spirit Skills I release would be far weaker."

"I suspect Tang Hao was able to defeat Spirit Hall's Pope, Qian Xunji, because of the Clear Sky Sect's secret art—the Clear Sky Ultimate Technique, Great Sumeru Hammer."

"It is said that while Tang Hao was still a Spirit Douluo, he used this secret technique to defeat a Title Douluo within the Clear Sky Sect. I once doubted that. Now, it seems there was no mistake. I had underestimated him."

After finishing, Sword Douluo shook his head again and fell into thought, reflecting on himself.

At that moment, Bone Douluo picked up where Sword Douluo left off and asked:

"Is the Clear Sky Ultimate Technique, Great Sumeru Hammer, really that powerful?"

Bone Douluo still did not quite believe it.

Ning Fengzhi searched through the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's records on the Clear Sky Sect and found an introduction to the Clear Sky Ultimate Technique, Great Sumeru Hammer. He said:

"Our sect's records state that the Great Sumeru Hammer possesses a powerful profundity called—Ring Detonation."

"Ring Detonation, as the name implies, means detonating the Spirit Rings one possesses."

"Then, all the Soul Power produced by the detonated rings is poured into the Martial Soul, breaking through one's own limits in an instant and unleashing an attack far beyond one's original realm."

"So that's how it is."

After hearing Ning Fengzhi's explanation of the Great Sumeru Hammer, Sword Douluo understood its power. The next moment, battle intent surged in his eyes, and sword intent shot into the sky. "If I get the chance, I would very much like to ask for some pointers and see whether the Great Sumeru Hammer's attack power is stronger, or whether my Seven Kill Sword is sharper!"

The Seven Kill Sword was known as the Martial Soul with the greatest attack power in the world.

Sword Douluo was proud by nature and naturally refused to be beneath anyone else.

A Sword Wielder should be invincible in all directions.

When it came to attack power, he would not concede defeat.

Seeing Sword Douluo looking so full of himself, Bone Douluo could no longer stand it and could not help mocking him:

"Give me a break. You can't even break through my defenses, yet you have the nerve to say that!"

At those words, several dark lines immediately crossed Sword Douluo's face. Pointing at Bone Douluo, he said angrily:

"Bullshit! You coward, if you have the guts, stand still and take one slash from me!"

Bone Douluo was not intimidated either and shouted at Sword Douluo, "Heh heh! Who's afraid of whom? If you have the guts, let's fight one-on-one!"

"One-on-one!"

"Come on!"

The two old men immediately pressed their foreheads together and glared furiously at each other.

They had just been having a proper conversation, yet now the two were about to start fighting again. Ning Fengzhi felt exhausted.

With no other choice, Ning Fengzhi had to use the skills he was best at—playing peacemaker and redirecting attention.

He stepped forward, pulled the two apart, and tried to mediate:

"Enough! Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, calm down. We still have matters to discuss."

Seeing Ning Fengzhi speak, Sword Douluo restrained himself, though he did not forget to leave behind a threat:

"For Fengzhi's sake, I'll spare your life."

Bone Douluo was equally unwilling to yield verbally and said in a mocking tone:

"Oh my, how scary. You make it sound like you can actually kill me. For Fengzhi's sake, I'll let you off too."

"Humph!"

"Humph!"

The two snorted coldly at the same time, turning their heads away from each other. Out of sight, out of mind.

Ning Fengzhi, standing nearby, shook his head helplessly.

The two of them were nearly two hundred years old combined, so why did they act like children, always bickering and constantly fighting?

Ning Fengzhi was exhausted. He could not help sighing inwardly:

This is too hard for me!