Dad's Strength, One Finger Shatters All Laws

"Qian Daoliu, this is what you of Spirit Hall have forced upon me!"

"Detonate!"

Tang Chen had noticed the situation on Tang Xiao's side and had not expected Spirit Hall to have so many Title Douluo.

To force Spirit Hall to retreat and buy Tang Xiao and the others a chance to escape, Tang Chen had no choice but to unleash his full strength, utilizing the power of the Asura God and his divine ring-detonation technique.

A formidable power erupted in that instant; the Asura divine power combined with the ring detonation pushed Tang Chen beyond his limits, temporarily breaking through level one hundred and granting him the strength of a hundred-level god.

With a single swing of his hammer, the heavens collapsed and the earth split.

The terrifying destructive force was enough to wipe the entire Spirit City off the map.

Sensing this power, Qian Daoliu was struck with alarm. He hurriedly channeled the power of the Angel God, infinitely elevating his cultivation, and condensed the entirety of his strength into his right index finger before striking out.

This move was none other than the strongest technique Duan Changsheng had taught him: One Finger Zen!

A beam of power, concentrated to the extreme, shot from his index finger and slammed into the descending Clear Sky Hammer.

A powerful force erupted at that very moment.

Relying solely on this move, Qian Daoliu managed to block Tang Chen's hammer, which was comparable to that of a hundred-level god.

However, this move also drained the vast majority of Qian Daoliu's soul power and Angel divine power.

The energy fluctuations generated by their clash spread downward at an incredible speed, shaking back Bibi Dong and the others who were hovering high in the air, preparing to strike.

The powerful aftermath of the energy did not dissipate; it seemed as though it would not rest until it had destroyed Spirit City.

But just then, Duan Changsheng, disguised as Masked Rider, appeared out of thin air high above Spirit City.

With a casual wave of his hand, he easily blocked the energy aftermath, preventing it from harming the innocent people of Spirit City.

Bibi Dong and the others were shocked to see Duan Changsheng.

Who was this person, and how could his cultivation be so formidable?

He had blocked this energy aftermath with nothing more than a casual wave.

Even Bibi Dong and Golden Crocodile Douluo, both level ninety-eight Super Douluo, could not have achieved such a feat.

Could this person also be a Limit Douluo, just like Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen?

As this thought crossed their minds, a sense of dejection took hold of them.

So, Douluo Continent had been hiding so many powerhouses all along.

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

Tang Chen had never expected Qian Daoliu to possess such a powerful technique.

It had never been revealed during their previous bouts.

Seizing the moment before the power of his ring detonation faded, Tang Chen unleashed the strongest hammer strike of his life.

It was his ultimate realization of the Clear Sky Hammer.

Before the hammer had even descended, its terrifying destructive aura left Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong, and the group of Title Douluo feeling nothing but despair.

This strike had undoubtedly transcended the limits of mortals, reaching the true level of a hundred-level god.

Below the gods, all mortals were but ants.

Even if Qian Daoliu was a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo, infinitely close to a hundred-level god, he was, in the end, still an ant.

Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong, and everyone else in Spirit City had completely given up on resistance, sinking into despair as they quietly awaited the arrival of death.

"Freeze!"

Suddenly, a disdainful, soft shout echoed through the air.

Duan Changsheng tapped his right index finger, and the time and space of the entire world suddenly came to a standstill.

Even Tang Chen, who was poised to strike down with his Clear Sky Hammer, was frozen in mid-air.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Duan Changsheng walked through the air, strolling leisurely toward Tang Chen.

The crowd was stunned beyond belief at this sight.

Heavens!

Was he a god?

He could actually freeze time and space, ignoring Tang Chen's limit-breaking hammer strike.

He was simply too powerful!

Wang Yuyan, unable to move, was startled as she watched Duan Changsheng's gait.

That lazy, swaggering walk—how did it look so similar to her father's?

Could this strangely dressed person be her father?

That was impossible!

Her father was just an ordinary man who did nothing but drink and chase women all day; how could he be a peerless powerhouse?

I must have seen it wrong!

Absolutely impossible!

"Tang Chen, with your current broken body, you are forcing a Ring Detonation while using divine power to strike a hammer blow that exceeds your limits."

"Even if you win, will you still be alive?"

"Will everyone in Spirit City still be alive?"

"Tang Chen, you are too selfish!"

Duan Changsheng walked up to Tang Chen and looked at the young man before him with great appreciation.

Tang Chen's aptitude moved him, and he felt the urge to take him as a disciple.

It was a pity, however, that Tang Chen's gambling nature was too strong; he was prone to losing emotional control, his will was easily parasitized again by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, and he had already lost the possibility of becoming a god, let alone becoming his disciple.

Tang Chen looked at the Duan Changsheng before him, his heart churning with turbulent waves.

He was very clear about his current situation, and he knew that the power of his hammer blow had definitely reached the level of a level-100 god.

Yet, this person before him was actually able to control space and time, easily restraining him and bringing his launched hammer to a halt.

Could this be the true power of a god?

Even if he temporarily broke his limits, he was still far from reaching it.

"Sigh, very well, very well. Seeing that your cultivation was not easily attained, young man, I shall help you once."

"But since you nearly caused a catastrophe, I cannot leave you unpunished."

"I shall let your cultivation drop back to level 98; consider it a lesson."

"If you can survive and return to level 99, I may make an exception and take you as my disciple!"

Duan Changsheng sighed and lightly tapped the face of the Clear Sky Hammer with his right index finger.

In an instant, the stasis of space and time failed, and everyone was able to move again.

The Clear Sky Hammer, which had contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, dissipated at an incredible speed, shrinking back to the size of an ordinary hammer and returning to Tang Chen's hand.

Immediately after, Duan Changsheng fired several beams of light into Tang Chen's body, knocking his cultivation down to level 98.

At the same time, he saved his life by completely obliterating the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King within him.

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's eyes flickered, his face revealing his unwillingness to accept it.

He could tell who this Masked Superman before him was.

Was it not his own mentor?

The beams of light just fired were very similar to the One Finger Zen his mentor had taught him.

One could even consider them an upgraded version of One Finger Zen.

And Duan Changsheng's words dealt a direct blow to his self-esteem.

His mentor wanted to take Tang Chen as a disciple, yet he had never wanted to acknowledge his own status as a disciple.

Did this not mean that his aptitude was far inferior to Tang Chen's?

Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu could not have been more heartbroken.

But when he thought about it carefully, it was true.

Tang Chen had relied on his own strength to reach level 99 and had defeated him, whereas he had needed to rely on the Angel Trials.

Perhaps, this was the gap between the two of them.

"Many thanks, Senior. This junior will remember this!"

"One day, this junior will become your disciple."

"May I ask how to address you, Senior? This junior will surely keep it in his heart."

Tang Chen was thoroughly convinced by Duan Changsheng's methods and bowed to him to show his respect.

He had roamed the Douluo Continent for so many years, and this was the first time he had encountered an expert stronger than himself.

This strength was not just a slight advantage, but thousands upon thousands of times greater.

In front of this person, he did not even count as an ant.

"I am Formless; you may call me the God of Formless."

"Everyone disperse, go back to your homes and find your mothers."

"Whoever dares to disagree, look at the sky!"

Duan Changsheng replied, raised his hand, and threw a punch, directly blasting a black hole into the high sky.