"I'll deal with Yun Ming. You go deal with that woman," Di Tian said. He didn't even know Long Yeyue's name.
He possessed three-word battle armor. Although its amplification wasn't as great as that of four-word battle armor, it still boosted his strength by over twenty percent.
Coupled with the near–Dragon God bloodline he currently possessed, which increased his strength by nearly another twenty percent, he was confident that he could defeat Yun Ming even while the latter wore four-word battle armor.
"Alright," Lin Yi responded. After this period of interaction, he had already come to understand how powerful battle armor truly was.
He had no battle armor to enhance him. If he were to fight Yun Ming, he really wouldn't gain any advantage.
As for the other opponent—although she was also at the quasi-god level and wore four-word battle armor—he could handle her and was confident of winning the fight.
The Five-Element Qilin, with over nine hundred thousand years of cultivation, was actually half a notch stronger than Di Tian. However, lacking battle armor and gaining relatively little amplification from the near–Dragon God bloodline, its overall strength ended up slightly inferior to Di Tian's.
Di Tian charged toward Yun Ming, battle intent burning in his eyes. Today's battle—he was determined to fight to his heart's content.
He flicked his palm upward, swinging it past the top of his head. The martial soul behind him transformed into black energy that surged toward his palm.
When his hand returned to its original position, a longsword had appeared.
The black sword hilt was shaped like a black dragon, while the dark purple blade emitted a chilling, sinister glow.
The instant the longsword appeared, a terrifying sword intent erupted—far stronger than even the sword intent possessed by Zang Xin.
The Black Dragon Sword.
Over the years, Di Tian had tempered it with his own energy. It could be considered his natal weapon.
According to the current continental classification of weapons, this sword absolutely qualified as a divine weapon.
Of course, that was only in relative terms. Compared to what people referred to as "divine weapons," the Black Dragon Sword surpassed them with ease.
But compared to true divine artifacts, there was still a significant gap—it lacked the empowerment of divine power.
This was a weapon Di Tian had tempered and nurtured over several hundred thousand years. Its quality was naturally extraordinary.
Even Yun Ming's pride—the Sky-Piercing Spear, which he believed to be inferior to no weapon-type martial soul—was completely overshadowed in front of the Black Dragon Sword.
With the Black Dragon Sword in hand, Di Tian's aura grew even more overwhelming. That domineering air of looking down upon all under heaven flowed out naturally.
Upon seeing this sword, Yun Ming's pupils contracted slightly. He could clearly sense the power of the blade.
Clang!
The Black Dragon Sword collided with the Sky-Piercing Spear. In that instant, it was as if a Level-9 fixed-position soul-guided artillery shell had exploded.
Visible waves of energy raged violently, as though they would destroy everything in their path.
Aside from Yun Ze, everyone else was shocked by this energy fluctuation—even Limit Douluo were no exception.
When the energy wave approached, even Super Douluo felt suffocated, their blood and qi surging as they were affected by the aftermath.
Di Tian—already known as the continent's number one powerhouse ten thousand years ago—had only grown stronger since then, becoming even more terrifying.
With the amplification of three-word battle armor and the near–Dragon God bloodline, he had reached the peak of the strength he could currently attain.
Yun Ming, hailed as the number one person on the continent today, was wearing four-word battle armor. His strength faintly touched the ceiling of this plane of existence.
When two figures at the absolute pinnacle of the continent collided, even the residual shockwaves were enough to make Titled Douluo cough up blood.
One clash and they separated.
Both retreated hundreds of meters. At the point of collision, an irregular spatial rift large enough for an elephant to pass through had appeared.
"Good! I like opponents like you!" Di Tian grew even more excited. His eyes burned with fanatic fervor, the blood in his body completely boiling.
Yun Ming was also somewhat exhilarated, his battle intent fully stirred. This Yun Tian was absolutely the strongest opponent he had encountered in his entire life.
Even Seagod Douluo Chen Xinjie was somewhat inferior by comparison. An opponent like this—he would only encounter once in a lifetime.
"Again!" Yun Ming roared, gripping his spear with one hand and charging toward Di Tian.
Di Tian surged forward as well. When they closed in, he swung the sword with both hands—the Black Dragon Sword cleaving through space itself.
Yun Ming thrust his spear forward, bringing forth endless spear radiance. Clearly a single thrust, yet it seemed as though countless spears were being stabbed out simultaneously.
Each strand of spear radiance was ferociously powerful. An ordinary Limit Douluo would be left in utter disarray by it.
The sword light unleashed by the Black Dragon Sword carried sharp, cutting sword intent, colliding head-on with the spear radiance condensed from spear intent.
Clangs rang out incessantly, like countless spear-wielders and sword-wielders clashing in combat.
The tip of the Sky-Piercing Spear pressed precisely against the blade of the Black Dragon Sword. The point of contact was extremely small, yet also seemed vast—sufficient to bear the outpouring of power from both sides.
Di Tian's deliberately concealed black eyes met Yun Ming's gaze, and in each other's eyes they saw both battle intent and killing intent.
"Who do you think will win this fight?" Gu Yuena asked Yun Ze beside her, her tone heavy.
Yun Ze's expression was calm as he gave a direct answer: "Yun Tian."
In the presence of outsiders, he always referred to Di Tian as Yun Tian. As for Xiong Jun, he called him Xiong Da—the meaning being the boss of the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear. The second-strongest bear was called Xiong Yi, and so on.
"Why are you so certain? From what I see, their strengths are very close. The outcome seems hard to predict," Gu Yuena said.
Naturally, she hoped Di Tian would win, but judging from the current situation, the two were evenly matched. It truly was difficult to say who would emerge victorious.
"Their strength is similar, but Yun Tian has the advantage in combat experience and technique," Yun Ze said, stopping there without elaborating.
If he were to elaborate, it would mean pointing out that Di Tian had lived for several hundred thousand years. In terms of combat experience and technique, Yun Ming simply couldn't compare.
When strength is equal, what decides the battle is experience, technique, and mindset—and in all these aspects, Di Tian held the advantage.
Therefore, as long as the fight continued, the final victor would certainly be Di Tian.
These words couldn't be spoken aloud. If others overheard them, it would cause trouble.
"Experience and technique…" Gu Yuena revealed a thoughtful expression. After pondering for a moment, she understood Yun Ze's meaning.
Indeed, compared to humans, the greatest advantage soul beasts had was longevity. Their combat experience and techniques were far superior.
Not just Di Tian—Xiong Jun, the King of Ten Thousand Demons, and others also surpassed their opponents in these aspects.
On the other side of the battlefield, Lin Yi and Long Yeyue had already engaged in combat, and it was extremely fierce. Both were fighting with lethal intent.
The Dragon Phoenix Hall striking first had enraged Long Yeyue. Every move she made was deadly, each attack a release of her emotions.
Her battle-armor-covered arm had transformed into a dragon claw. Even the fingers of the battle armor were designed in the shape of claws.
With the enhancement of god-grade metal, the power of her dragon claw had reached its extreme—strong and forceful, easily capable of ripping apart metal and stone.
The dragon claw repeatedly lashed out toward Lin Yi. Each time it missed, a vacuum zone would appear—formed when the air was crushed by the dragon claw.
Lin Yi's body was agile, his reactions swift, evading every strike from Long Yeyue's incoming claws.
"Do you only know how to dodge?" Long Yeyue shouted angrily. His constant evasion made her extremely irritated.
Lin Yi ignored her completely. At this moment, her attacks—driven by anger—looked fierce but were, in reality, largely meaningless.
As long as he paid a bit of attention, he could dodge them without issue. There was no need to expend large amounts of soul power to confront them head-on.
Being able to wear down his opponent at the lowest possible cost was exactly what he wanted. He certainly wouldn't fall for such a simple provocation and rush in recklessly.
Let her continue to consume her soul power.
(End of Chapter)