Chapter 94: Young People Don’t Play by the Rules!

Chapter 94: Young People Don't Play by the Rules!

"Old man, burst some coins for me!" Du Qianjue said with a crazed laugh, trading blows with the black-robed man without any defense. With the Life-Giving Gold in his body, he wasn't afraid of getting hurt. The damage inflicted by the black-robed man couldn't even keep up with the healing speed of the Life-Giving Gold!

"Kid, you are indeed strong. At your age, I have never encountered someone as unreasonable as you," the black-robed man suddenly broke away, standing a hundred meters from Du Qianjue and coldly chuckling.

"But how long can you maintain this state? Three minutes? Ten minutes?"

"With your Soul Saint cultivation, it's already remarkable that you've fought me to this extent. Just give up, hand over the Dragon Pill, and I will leave. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Oh? You think I'm as fake as you?" Du Qianjue laughed, his smile radiant.

The black-robed man furrowed his brow, unsure of what Du Qianjue meant.

"Humming—"

"Ding—"

The soul power core in his chest was instantly activated, and the soul power within hundreds of meters was drawn into Du Qianjue's body, replenishing his consumption.

Du Qianjue didn't speak; he showed his response through actions, slapping the black-robed man across the face.

"Soul core..."

The black-robed man's face turned ugly, dark as if it were about to drip water.

"I underestimated you, not expecting you to have formed a soul core with just your Soul Saint cultivation," said the black-robed man under his hood, his old face twisted.

Seeing the soul core, he knew he couldn't take down Du Qianjue today.

But the Dragon Pill...

He really couldn't let it go; he had been stuck at level 98 for nearly a hundred years without any hope of breaking through. The Dragon Pill gave him that hope.

His martial spirit was a super martial spirit with pure dragon bloodline. With the Dragon Pill, not only could he break his limits, but his already strong martial spirit could advance further.

If not for this, why would he personally take the field to deal with a teenager?

But by now, it wasn't about whether he wanted to fight or flee.

Seeing the black-robed man's silence, Du Qianjue guessed that the old man probably wanted to escape, but he didn't want to miss out on such a good sparring partner.

Powering through without much real combat experience—what's the difference between that and a ghost walking at night in brocade?

That's why he never hid his cultivation level in major competitions; pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger was never his style.

At most, he would slightly alter the color of his soul rings to appear less conspicuous.

After all, there were always eyes watching from above.

They could tolerate his genius, his strength, but they would never tolerate his potential to ascend to godhood. Those with the potential to become gods would face relentless suppression.

Either be a dog or die.

Du Qianjue didn't want either option, so he maintained necessary caution, but that didn't mean he would be overly cautious.

Want to run?

Laughable, after leading me here and activating Martial Spirit True Form, now you think you can run?

Old man, you're clearly out of your depth!

Du Qianjue grinned, clenched his fists, and charged again. The black-robed man, having no choice, continued to fight Du Qianjue.

Their battle intensified, with Du Qianjue's attacks growing fiercer. The notion of turn-based combat didn't exist; while restricting the black-robed man with two domains, Du Qianjue continuously activated the various attributes within him.

Every punch was an Imperial Fist: Break the Realm.

During the battle, Du Qianjue also explored using elemental power to enhance himself. Fire attributes increased his explosiveness; wind and thunder attributes increased his speed; attributes annihilated and exploded. Earth attributes increased his defense; space attributes made him elusive, attacking unpredictably from any direction.

He continuously developed his combat abilities with various attributes, enhancing the synergy between them.

More good news.

Initially, the strong and weak forces within the second soul core were beginning to balance out during intense combat. Strong attributes nourished the weaker ones, which, after gaining strength, reciprocated to the strong attributes.

The operating speed of the Yin-Yang complementary dual soul cores reached an unprecedented level.

But at that moment, Du Qianjue had no interest in internal changes; he had only one thought: to beat the old man until he burst coins!

The black-robed man was suffering. It was fortunate that his attribute was earth, inherently strong in defense. Combined with many defensive soul skills from his soul rings and soul bones, he managed not to appear too ragged under Du Qianjue's offensive.

Otherwise, he would have been thoroughly battered!

After another punch landed on the black-robed man's old face, he could no longer contain his anger.

"You impudent youth!" The black-robed man's nose was practically crooked with rage.

An elder and well-known strongman on the continent, and this young man dared to hit his face continuously, focusing on insult rather than injury?

Imperial Fist: Break the Realm was powerful, but hitting the black-robed man was like two ordinary people exchanging punches. It hurt, but the damage was limited.

After all, there was a significant gap in their cultivations, and the black-robed man's earth attribute excelled in defense.

It's not that Du Qianjue couldn't injure the black-robed man; he simply hadn't used his most powerful soul skills yet!

The soul rings and soul bones of a hundred thousand years were no joke!

Imperial Fist: Break the Realm was immature, but those hundred thousand-year soul skills could cause terrifying damage!

The black-robed man was furious. Without another word, he activated his ninth red soul ring, gathering all the earth elements in the area around him.

Du Qianjue paused his assault, curiously watching the black-robed man's performance.

Fearlessly, he activated his third soul ring. The Ice-Fire Dragon Wings on his back shone, and the Ice Ling Cold Sculpture's pesky soul skill played a significant role at this moment.

"Wind Avatar, Wind's Ultimate Strike, Wind Wings!"

Several cyan silhouettes stepped out from behind Du Qianjue. Under the enhancement of Martial Spirit True Form and Bear's Strength, the avatars formed by the Ice Ling Cold Sculpture's soul skill almost created exact copies of Du Qianjue.

The difference was that Du Qianjue himself had two pairs of wings, one pair of Ice-Fire Dragon Wings and one pair of pure black Dark Demon Evil God Tiger wings.

The avatars only had one pair of wings made of wind elements.

But that was enough.

"Hehe, Strangle! Combo!"

Only fools would wait for you to gather strength, old man. Young people only talk about 4+1=6-1, never about 5!

Dozens of wind avatars conjured swords of wind elements, resembling feather-composed Ice Ling swords, flickering with a chilling cold light.

Du Qianjue floated in the air, grinning as he watched the black-robed man. With a wave of his right hand, numerous wind avatars dragged streams of light trails, attacking the black-robed man.

"Damn!" The black-robed man cursed.

(End of Chapter)