This Opponent Really Thinks Highly of Us

Seeing Austin Griffin and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger charge at Ning Fengzhi's illusion.

Chen Xin's phantom and Gu Rong's phantom moved at the same time.

The pitch-black longsword in Chen Xin's hand rose from his shoulder and slashed down through the air.

An invisible sword aura descended from the sky, blocking the path of the two magical beasts' charge.

Boom—

A sword mark appeared before the two beasts, but neither of them halted their charge.

At the same time, Gu Rong took a step back, assuming a defensive stance before Ning Fengzhi and erecting a barrier in front of him.

Na'er's Silver Dragon Spear struck the barrier, letting out a shrill metallic screech.

White Dragon's claws grabbed at Bone Dragon's spine, only to be caught between its ribs, unable to move.

The battlefield was split in two. Ziyang stood at the rear, watching it all helplessly.

Chen Xin stood to the left with sword in hand, Gu Rong lay across the center like a dragon, and Ning Fengzhi stood at the very back holding his pagoda. The light of the seven-tiered pagoda flowed, layer upon layer of enhancements falling upon the two men ahead.

It was a perfect three-man formation, like a moving fortress.

Ziyang took a deep breath.

He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

Austin Griffin suddenly sensed something and stopped charging. His chest swelled as purple-black light gathered in his mouth.

Destruction Breath.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger stopped as well, layers of gray light condensing around its body into a sphere.

This was Dark Evil Thunder, a combined attack of wind, lightning, and evil attributes.

Both attacks charged to the fullest and erupted at once. The purple-black beam and gray-black thunderball intertwined like two strangling dragons as they crashed toward the wall of bones.

Gu Rong's barrier trembled. Rib after rib snapped, seeming completely unable to withstand the assault.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Fengzhi's hand shone brightly. The first three layers flickered as it continued maintaining the enhancements.

Watching this, Ziyang felt it would be better to end things quickly. His feet shattered the scorched earth as he shot out like an arrow.

Chen Xin turned his head, his sword edge sweeping back as a sword aura slashed across.

Ziyang neither dodged nor evaded. The sword aura struck his side, tearing his clothes, yet leaving only a faint red mark on his skin.

As he broke through the sword aura, Gu Rong prepared to fall back and defend, but Na'er and the two magical beasts kept him pinned down, leaving him utterly unable to disengage.

Ning Fengzhi hurriedly retreated.

But Ziyang was faster.

He stepped forward, cracking the ground beneath him.

Before the pagoda's light could fall upon Ning Fengzhi, Ziyang's fist was already pressed against his face.

The next instant, a sharp explosion rang out. Ning Fengzhi was sent flying, losing all ability to resist.

The support effects vanished in an instant.

Behind them, Destruction Breath and Dark Evil Thunder exploded at once. The wall of bones finally collapsed, flames surging into the sky.

Chen Xin held his longsword across his chest. In his world, there seemed to be nothing left but the sword and the child before him.

Ziyang stepped forward. He knew clearly how short his attack range was without Austin Griffin and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

It depended entirely on the length of his arms and legs.

Chen Xin gave him no chance to close in. With a turn of his sword, he thrust directly forward without any flashy techniques.

Pure, yet incomparably fast.

The air was sliced apart with a piercing shriek, like the sound of wailing.

Ziyang twisted aside. The sword edge brushed past his chest, completely shredding his clothes and revealing the fair skin beneath. A red mark lay across it, fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He continued charging forward. One step, then two. The distance between them narrowed.

Chen Xin changed his move again, slashing horizontally.

This strike was even faster than the last. Sword aura stretched across thirty feet, sealing off every route of retreat for Ziyang.

Not only did Ziyang not dodge, he raised both arms before him. The sword aura struck his arms and actually produced the deafening clang of metal striking metal.

Outside, Han Tianyi and Leng Yaoyu were both stunned by the sight. Was this something a one-ring Soul Master could do?

That physical strength could already withstand a Soul Elder's attacks.

They watched as Ziyang charged through the sword aura and threw a punch.

His fist smashed into the blade, producing a thunderous boom like a great bell.

Chen Xin's body swayed, and he took half a step back. Before he could steady himself, the second punch had already arrived.

A left fist, aimed straight at his face.

Chen Xin's body shook violently, like a reflection on water shattered by a tossed stone.

He seemed to possess self-awareness. In the final moment before disappearing, he left behind a single word: "Good."

After saying that, his body scattered across the scorched earth like sand, like mist, like smoke blown away by the wind.

Ziyang stood where he was, looking at the wounds vanishing from his body without any surprise. During these days of training, he had discovered that he was practically a superhuman.

In the distance, Bone Dragon was roaring toward the sky.

Gu Rong was clad in ancient dragon armor. His body was illusory, yet it carried an air of decayed majesty.

But before Na'er, that majesty instantly vanished without a trace.

She cut in from the side, dragging the Silver Dragon Spear behind her. Its tip scraped across the scorched battlefield, sending up a trail of sparks. White Dragon roared beside her, its wings beating up a gale as it prepared to launch a sneak attack at any time.

Gu Rong glanced sideways and immediately changed direction. Bone armor covered his body as shattered bones shot out like bullets.

Na'er leaped high into the air, her body stretching out like a fully drawn bow. The dragon spear spun in her hand, silver light surging as it shattered every incoming bone spike.

Broken bones fell like rain. She passed through the rain curtain, the spear tip aimed directly at Gu Rong's throat.

Gu Rong wanted to defend himself, but the tip of the Silver Dragon Spear had already lit up like a star.

She pierced straight through, driving the spear directly into Gu Rong's throat.

The next instant, the phantom's body began to dissipate, turning bit by bit into ash from feet to head.

Na'er withdrew her spear and stood tall. "Piece of cake. It wasn't difficult at all."

Han Tianyi's voice rang out through the air again. "Not bad. You passed the second stage perfectly."

"Then the difficulty is about to rise!" He raised his hand, and the illusion changed again. "The third stage will be somewhat difficult."

Na'er rested the Silver Dragon Spear on her shoulder and lifted her chin slightly. Having cleared two stages in a row, her blood was already boiling.

"Whatever difficulties you have, bring them on! Right now, I'm invincible!"

Hearing that, Ziyang sensed that something was off this time. Na'er herself was a dragon, wasn't she...

Han Tianyi glanced at her, his eyes full of approval. "Very good. That's the spirit!"

He snapped his fingers.

Three rifts split open in the void, larger, deeper, and darker than before. An old man stepped out of the first one, with golden hair and golden robes. Six wings spread behind him, every feather burning with holy flames.

Nine rings floated around him like nine suns.

A burly man stepped out of the second rift. Dressed in gray robes with disheveled hair, he dragged a massive hammer along the ground. Wherever the hammerhead passed, space itself twisted. His killing intent condensed into a blood-red mist around him.

A woman emerged from the third rift. Blue robes, blue hair, and a scepter lightly tapping the void—beneath her feet, an ocean appeared. As her gaze swept over them, both Ziyang and Na'er found it hard to breathe, as if they had been thrown into the depths of a ten-thousand-meter sea.

Seeing the three nine-ring Titled Douluo, Na'er's eyes went blank. Pointing at herself, she asked, "I'm fighting Titled Douluo?"

She looked to the side, only to find Ziyang already riding the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger toward the rear. "Na'er, don't drag me down with you when you get beaten!"

"As a genius soul engineer, I'm carrying out a necessary tactical retreat!"

"Ziyang, why didn't you call me when you ran away?! Who was it that said heroes couldn't retreat like this?!" Na'er roared.

"Even if there were twice as many of us, we still wouldn't be their match!" Ziyang said helplessly.

But no matter how far the two ran, how could they possibly escape three Limit Douluo...

The outcome of the third stage naturally went without saying.