"Director, then how strong are you now?" Jing Hongchen asked, his heart stirring.
Before fusing with his eighth Soul Ring, Jiang Hai's strength had already seemed to edge above that of a Limit Douluo. How terrifying would he be now?
Jiang Hai said, "Under normal circumstances, I should be able to hold my own against a Limit Douluo."
Without transferring the Golden Seven Absolute Seals, even with his three layers of coffins united, Jiang Hai's overall Soul Power still fell far short of a Limit Douluo's, only rivaling that of a level 97 Super Douluo. But the Soul Skills and Soul Tool Techniques granted by his eight Soul Rings-four black and four red-along with the magic and battle aura of the Longqinus Continent, meant that Soul Power alone was nowhere near enough to measure his strength.
"Congratulations, Director!" Jing Hongchen hurriedly said, inwardly startled.
His own combat strength still fell a little short of a true Limit Douluo's. After all, his Hongchen Mecha was not yet perfected and was only a half-step Level 10 Soul Tool. It could operate for only a limited time and consumed far too much Soul Power.
In a brief battle against a Limit Douluo, Jing Hongchen might be able to hold his ground, or even suppress his opponent with the Soul Tools mounted on the Hongchen Mecha. But his endurance was unquestionably far inferior. In a fight to the death against a Limit Douluo, he would most likely lose.
Now Jiang Hai's combat strength had already surpassed his even without using a Level 10 Soul Tool. And if he unleashed that world-shaking slash from before... Jing Hongchen dared not imagine it.
This was a dazzling era. Soul Tool Techniques, Soul Spirits, Lifebound Soul Tools, Blood Qi Soul Cores... all these wondrous things had endowed the