In theory, bastards with physical damage reduction were all dumbasses, deficient in magic and bound to have weaknesses on the mental front.
But if anything actually tried to attack Chen Ming with elemental power, or play games with mental attacks, it would learn what it meant to face a pure block of iron that had risen above base pleasures.
With excellent stats, bullshit stacks of multiplicative modifiers, and a pile of abilities that could read attacks in advance, the current Chen Ming would qualify as a keyboard-smashing bullshit enemy even in a Soulslike game.
Unless it was some kind of mechanics-based conceptual kill—one that could instantly kill even a Limit Douluo once its equation was complete.
Otherwise, erasing Chen Ming on a physical level would be an exceedingly difficult task.
But Chen Ming was no idiot, either. His brain and perception were both remarkably powerful. Even against a mechanics-based instant kill, he could find a way to counter it. Failing that, he could simply turn around and run.
Yu Yuanzhen had the privilege of witnessing what it meant for two powerful humanoid Spirit Beasts to wrestle. Beneath their playful tussling, ground as hard as metal proved as fragile as ordinary yellow earth...
No, it was even more fragile than dried-out yellow earth. It was as though the ground beneath them were nothing more than a layer of sand.
Often, a raised hand, a stamped foot, or the dispersal of force during an exchange would crack the ground like a spiderweb, or blast enormous craters into it as though meteorites had struck.
They used no soul power and summoned no martial souls. There were only collisions between their bodies and the ceaseless surging of their bloodline power. If an ordinary Titled Douluo stepped into their clash, even with soul power protecting