Dual Guns Against a Single Spear, Self-Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Halberd of Destruction

Yuezheng Yu, on the other hand, spoke up at this moment.

"Restricted to the Soul Emperor level? Isn't this 'benefit' of yours just a handout? Bring out your full strength. There are three of us, and even with your full strength, it's impossible for you to..."

Yuezheng Yu's words were cut off halfway as Yun Ze grabbed him by the throat and covered his mouth, then whispered, "Stop talking bullshit. He really can. If he used his full strength, we'd be lucky if he was in a good enough mood not to kill us in half a second."

Immediately after, Yun Ze looked up and said, "I say, Father, if you're going to play like this, I'm going to tell Mother on you."

Yun Ming just smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't attack first in this round. Besides, this round is just to test the waters. The real assessment I've prepared is the newly added joint battle."

"Right now, I'm just gauging your physical limits (how much force I can use without slapping you to death)."

Yun Ze gave him a deadpan look and said, "Aren't you just being a sore loser? If you didn't want me to go, you could have just said so. Did you have to go this far? Fighting you, and for two rounds?"

"If I could actually pass your assessment, you might as well just abdicate and let me take your place."

"Forget about you, what kind of three-ringed soul master with two two-ringed ones could ever beat a Title Douluo?"

Yun Ming smiled and replied, "Since I've personally stepped down to conduct the assessment, how could I only appear twice? I have a bit of an affinity with the number three, so I'll appear three times. The eighth round will be mine as well."

Yun Ming's words at this moment were filled with a playful tone, which hit Yun Ze so hard he almost couldn't lift his head, forcing him to lower his gaze and trudge forward two steps.

The next moment, Yun Ming narrowed his eyes, then raised his finger and clamped it onto the spear tip that had suddenly appeared before him.

Yun Ze had already entered combat mode in a split second, holding the Heaven-Propping Spear and the Heaven-Surpassing Spear in his hands; it was the Heaven-Surpassing Spear that had just lunged at Yun Ming.

"Well, you brat, using such a sneaky move against your own father?"

Yun Ze swung the Heaven-Surpassing Spear, aiming for Yun Ming's eyes. As Yun Ming tilted his head to dodge, he slapped out with his palm.

Yun Ze crossed his two spears to absorb the force of the blow, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth as he was sent flying backward, creating distance.

Yun Ze wiped the blood from his mouth and said, "With your strength, even a move ten times sneakier wouldn't be able to hurt you in the slightest."

Yun Ming flexed his wrists and said, "It's too late to start buttering up your father now."

After saying this, Yun Ming suddenly raised his hand, and a Heaven-Propping Spear appeared in his grasp.

After all, Yun Ming's Heaven-Propping Spear had been nourished for years by the soul power of a Limit Douluo; even after Yun Ming eventually passed away, this spear could remain in the world as a divine weapon.

At this moment, the Heaven-Propping Spear in Yun Ze's hands actually began to tremble slightly under the sharp edge of Yun Ming's spear.

Yun Ze gripped both spears tightly, then clashed them together in front of him.

Following the sound of the two spears colliding, Yun Ze stepped forward once more and lunged at Yun Ming.

As the two spears swung, Yun Ze was using his full strength, and beads of sweat had already formed on his head from the continuous, excessive exertion.

Yun Ming, however, held his spear with one hand while keeping the other behind his back. He didn't move his feet an inch, relying only on a bit of soul power in his wrist to rotate the spear shaft and parry Yun Ze's attacks.

It was a battle entirely like an old man playing with a child, but with each successive attack, a hint of appreciation appeared in Yun Ming's eyes.

Yun Ze was no reckless fool unaware of his own strength; every strike of his spear was delivered with a clear understanding of his own capabilities.

In every move and stance, there seemed to be a hint of artistic conception taking shape.

When Yun Ming first dared to swing his spear at an opponent far stronger than himself, he had already been fourteen years old.

For Yun Ze to possess this kind of temperament and courage before the age of ten was, to Yun Ming, highly commendable.

However, what surprised Yun Ming was that with each strike and each setback, Yun Ze began to exhibit a trace of something he himself had been pursuing all along.

Even as he parried Yun Ze's moves, his own incomplete Demigod status was faintly being filled in bit by bit.

This left Yun Ming feeling somewhat amazed.

At the same time, Yun Ming began to grow curious about what exactly this thing was that his child possessed, which he himself could not perceive.

Yun Ze also had a strange feeling at this moment. He had originally only intended to vent his frustrations by swinging his spears fiercely at Yun Ming, a mere struggle of a trapped beast, yet in the midst of these repeated swings, The Heaven-Propping Spear and the Heaven-Surpassing Spear were faintly beginning to show signs of merging, their edges becoming increasingly synchronized and tacit with every coordinated attack.

A strange sense of connection also welled up in Yun Ze's heart.

The two martial souls were innate companion martial souls, and there had always been a layer of connection between them.

But now, that connection was becoming increasingly vivid, as if something was about to break through certain shackles and emerge.

Yun Ming also noticed the strange look in Yun Ze's eyes and formed a judgment about his situation. He immediately withdrew a bit more of his soul power, Using only a sharper aura to pressure Yun Ze's body, attempting to squeeze out that something that was on the verge of emerging from Yun Ze.

Yun Ze understood Yun Ming's intention, and his attacks became even more violent, swinging his dual spears in a continuous, tidal wave of strikes.

The moment Yun Ming sent Yun Ze flying with the shaft of his spear, a deep, indelible violet glow ignited within Yun Ze's eyes as he hung in mid-air.

The soul imprints on his hands, representing the Heaven-Propping Spear and the Heaven-Surpassing Spear respectively, began to flash violently.

The blinding radiance illuminated the entire room, making it even brighter than before.

Yun Ming held his spear in one hand, looking up at Yun Ze in the air, anticipating his performance.

Meanwhile, Yuezheng Yu and Yuanen Yehui had long since retreated to the corner; the level of combat Yun Ze had just displayed was far beyond what they could intervene in.

Yun Ze's Heaven-Propping Spear and Heaven-Surpassing Spear now circled his body, and as Yun Ze opened his eyes, they began to spin faster and faster, their afterimages almost blurring into one.

In the end, it was not just the afterimages, but the spears themselves that fused firmly together, their blades pressed against each other, pointing outward in unison.

The spear shafts merged into a single violet handle, and as Yun Ze reached out to grip it, the twin spears, now enveloped in violet light, flickered once.

They then revealed their true form; the Heaven-Propping Spear and Heaven-Surpassing Spear were gone, replaced by a double-edged halberd.

Yun Ming felt a sudden surge of surprise, never expecting that Yun Ze would be able to manifest a Self-Martial Soul Fusion Skill under such high pressure.

Furthermore, it was clearly an enhancement-type martial soul fusion skill meant to be used for a period of time after fusion, rather than a fleeting, singular attack skill.