Di Lintian: "Too Weak"

"The coronation ceremony has concluded; you may all depart as you please. Juniors under level forty are also welcome to spar with the Young Pavilion Master of our pavilion. The winner shall be awarded a one-hundred-thousand-year spirit bone by Sky Dragon Pavilion!"

Lin Yu returned to the dragon throne and spoke loudly to the guests below.

"A one-hundred-thousand-year spirit bone?!"

A fierce discussion erupted instantly among the crowd below.

"And what if we lose?"

Someone spotted the blind spot and asked Lin Yu.

"Lose? Is it not a perfectly normal thing to lose to our pavilion's Young Pavilion Master? You do not have to pay anything." The person who spoke was not Lin Yu, but the Thunder God Douluo Yu Yuzheng, who sat upon the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon throne like a valkyrie.

"Swords have no eyes. If you get hurt or bruised, you can only blame yourselves for being too weak," added Hua Zhenglong, the Sky Dragon Douluo, from the Sin Dragon throne.

"How arrogant. I shall go and test him!" From the Spirit Hall seating area, Yan, dressed in red armor with a head of red hair, spoke as he prepared to leap onto the arena.

"Wait a moment. Let someone else test his depth first." Chrysanthemum Douluo held Yan back, his gaze shifting toward the Wind Sword Sect's seating area, where people were already restless.

"I will test you."

Sure enough, a youth with a white cloth covering his eyes jumped down from the Wind Sword Sect's seats.

"Feng Yang, martial soul Wind Sword, level thirty-five power attack system battle spirit grandmaster." Feng Yang stood with his hands behind his back, a cyan wind sword hovering behind him.

"Di Lintian, martial soul Dark Demon Dragon King, level twenty-eight power attack system battle spirit master."

Two purple spirit rings flashed across Di Lintian's body. The manifestation of the Dark Demon Dragon King circled in the sky, letting out an earth-shattering dragon roar at Feng Yang.

"Level twenty-eight? Didn't Demon Dragon Douluo just say that anyone under level forty could challenge him? Isn't this just giving away a one-hundred-thousand-year spirit bone for free?" Sword Douluo whispered to Ning Fengzhi.

"It is not that simple, Uncle Sword. Look at his martial soul; it is not an ordinary Dark Demon Dragon. It must have undergone a beneficial mutation. And those two purple spirit rings that just flashed by," Ning Fengzhi analyzed. "It is a pity Rongrong refused to come; otherwise, they could have become friends."

"The spar, begin!"

"First spirit skill, Flowing Wind Instant Turn!"

The moment Feng Yang's first yellow spirit ring lit up, the wind sword behind him trembled slightly, and wind blades covered the entire blade.

The instant the sword was unleashed, a cyan light, difficult for the naked eye to track, streaked across the arena and stabbed directly at Di Lintian's throat.

Di Lintian simply watched quietly. Until the cyan light closed in, he casually raised his right hand, covered in dragon scales, and grabbed the wind sword with precision.

Darkness and annihilation spread along the dragon claw to the entire blade.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of metal being corroded emanated from the wind sword. Feng Yang tried to retract his weapon, only to find it stuck as if wedged into a solid rock wall; he could not pull it back.

Di Lintian gave his wrist a light twist.

"Crack."

The blade was bent into an arc by Di Lintian's sheer force. A sound of bone fracturing came from Feng Yang's wrist, and he could no longer control the hilt. His entire body was flipped away and slammed heavily onto the ground.

One-hit kill!

The speed was so fast that the guests watching had not even reacted to Feng Yang's sword strike before the battle had already been decided.

"Your speed is decent, but you are just too weak. I suggest you become an agility attack spirit master." Di Lintian actually wanted to ask how he could see while blindfolded, but he felt the occasion was not quite right. He would ask when he saw people from the Wind Sword Sect in private later.

"Next!"

Di Lintian's gaze turned to the Spirit Hall seating area. "Are you lot from that so-called Bronze Generation not coming up?"

"Damn it, it should be my turn now." Yan was smarter this time; he did not jump down directly, lest he be fished back up by Chrysanthemum Douluo in mid-air.

"Go." Chrysanthemum Douluo looked around, and seeing that no one else was challenging Di Lintian, he nodded at Yan.

Yan flipped and leaped, jumping directly from the seats onto the spirit fighting arena. "Yan, level thirty-two power attack system battle spirit grandmaster, martial soul Flame Lord."

"The spar, begin!"

Di Lintian launched the attack first, his figure turning into a black streak of light as he rushed toward Yan.

"First spirit skill, Dark Prison Roar!"

The first purple spirit ring surrounding Di Lintian flickered, and the manifestation of the Dark Demon Dragon King behind him roared, instantly increasing his attack and speed by one hundred percent.

Yan did not dodge or evade; the first spirit ring at his feet lit up as well.

"First spirit skill, Hell Magma Rush!"

Scorching magma, wrapped in earth-yellow spirit power, collided fiercely with Di Lintian's dragon claw.

"Sizzle—"

Di Lintian squeezed his dragon claw hard, and Yan's first spirit skill was instantly crushed. Magma splattered everywhere, landing on the white jade floor with a sizzling sound.

"Second spirit skill, Granite Rock!"

The moment his first spirit skill was crushed, Yan activated his second. He condensed earth-yellow spirit power fluctuations into his right fist and slammed it hard toward Di Lintian's dragon claw.

"Bang—!"

Fist and claw collided, emitting a sound like a heavy object hitting the ground.

"How is this possible?"

Yan stared with wide, disbelieving eyes; he felt that the arm he had used to collide with Di Lintian's dragon claw had lost all sensation.

In the split second he was distracted, Di Lintian had already hoisted him high into the air and slammed him backward.

"Too weak."

Di Lintian shook his head, his expression devoid of emotion.

"Damn it, Third Spirit Ability, Hellfire!"

Yan struggled to his feet, slamming his only remaining functional palm against the ground. Scorching flames erupted from beneath Di Lintian's feet, instantly swallowing him whole.

The originally lustrous ground was scorched black, forming a sea of fire.

"Turn to ash!"

Yan laughed toward the sky, convinced that Di Lintian had already been incinerated by his sea of fire.

"What an idiot," Ghost Douluo remarked, speechless.

Within the sea of fire, Di Lintian walked toward Yan as if nothing were there; the searing flames did not even singe Di Lintian's Black Gold Dragon Robe.

"A sea of fire? Then I'll finish you with this." A layer of flame instantly ignited upon Di Lintian's dragon claw; while it had not yet reached the realm of Ultimate Fire, it was infinitely close.

Clenching his dragon claw into a fist, he aimed it at Yan, who was still standing in place laughing loudly, and struck out fiercely.

"Stop laughing, you damn fool, get out of the way!"

Seeing that Di Lintian's fist was about to land on Yan while the latter was still foolishly laughing, Ghost Douluo finally couldn't help but shout a warning.

Chrysanthemum Douluo had already completed his Spirit Avatar, preparing to forcibly save Yan.

"What is Elder Chrysanthemum doing?"

Lin Yu sat upright on the dragon throne without moving a muscle, yet Chrysanthemum Douluo felt an immense pressure descend upon him, forcing him to cancel his Spirit Avatar.

"Pavilion Master Lin, this is, after all, just a sparring match," Chrysanthemum Douluo said urgently.

"Lintian knows his limits. Sit down!" The spirit pressure surged suddenly, and Chrysanthemum Douluo was forced to sit back down.

Hearing Ghost Douluo's warning, Yan finally snapped back to reality—it had been so long, why hadn't the referee declared the match over yet?

Just then, he seemed to see a figure in the sea of fire rushing toward him at high speed.

The next moment, Di Lintian leaped high into the air, his fist wreathed in crimson flames slamming heavily into Yan's face.

"Ah—!"

The punch sent Yan flying, crashing down at the edge of the White Jade Plaza.

"This child is exceptionally gifted, his future is limitless. I must have Rongrong meet him," Ning Fengzhi said, picking up the teacup beside him and taking a light sip.

"No wonder Sky Dragon Pavilion dared to put up a 100,000-year spirit bone as a wager. To be able to defeat a Spirit Master genius painstakingly cultivated by Spirit Hall while only at the Great Spirit Master level—his future is indeed limitless."

Sword Douluo nodded slightly, agreeing with Ning Fengzhi's assessment.