Listening to these words, Lin Rong remained unmoved and said earnestly:
"Uh, Clan Head Yang, I think you've misunderstood something. I never said I was going to give the Aromatic Silk Beauty to you!"
As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the living room instantly turned rigid.
Yang Wudi raised his eyebrows, looking at Lin Rong with an unfriendly expression, and said angrily:
"Then why did you take it out? Are you deliberately showing off in front of me?"
"No." Upon hearing this, Lin Rong shook his head and replied:
"I didn't say I would give it to you, but I also didn't say I wouldn't!"
These ambiguous words left the straightforward Yang Wudi somewhat confused, and he asked, "What do you mean?"
"This Aromatic Silk Beauty, are you giving it to me or not?"
After hearing Yang Wudi's question, Lin Rong stated concisely:
"It's very simple. You and I will fight. If you win, the Aromatic Silk Beauty you just saw will be yours."
"But conversely, if you lose to me, you will lead the Breaking Clan to surrender to me."
"Therefore, whether you can get the Aromatic Silk Beauty actually depends on whether Clan Head Yang's strength can defeat me."
"Fight me? You?" Yang Wudi looked at Lin Rong in front of him with great confusion and said:
"Did you misspeak? You're only how old are you? Can you even withstand one of my spear thrusts?"
"It would be more fitting if it were your Soul Douluo-level old butler. As for you, you should cultivate for a few more decades before you're qualified, and that's if I'm still alive then!"
Lin Rong sighed inwardly at this.
His appearance, which was less than eleven years old, was too deceptive. Before anyone witnessed his true strength firsthand, no one would believe that a child under eleven could fight a Soul Douluo.
There was no point in saying more. Instead of explaining with great effort, it would be more convincing to directly reveal his Spirit Rings.
Thus, without further ado, Lin Rong released his Spirit Rings and displayed them to Yang Wudi.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black – six brilliantly colored Spirit Rings successively appeared on Lin Rong's body before Yang Wudi's astonished eyes.
Out of respect for the battle etiquette unique to Douluo Continent, Lin Rong announced his name and Soul Power level:
"Lin Rong, level sixty-six Control System Battle Soul Emperor. Please guide me!"
"Good lad!" A fighting spirit ignited in Yang Wudi's eyes, and he stood up, saying:
"It's no wonder I misjudged you. A Soul Emperor under twelve years old; if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed such a thing."
"A wager? No problem, I accept."
"If you win, I will lead the entire clan to surrender to you without a word."
"But if I win, you must also remember to give me the Aromatic Silk Beauty. Don't go back on your word."
"Then, let me see what gives you the confidence to dare to fight me! This Soul Emperor cultivation is far from enough!"
Saying this, Yang Wudi took a few steps back, then extended his right hand.
With a flash of light, a pitch-black long spear, gleaming with a cold luster, materialized in his palm.
This long spear was a total of twelve feet long. The spear shaft, as thick as a normal person's arm, was only eight feet long, while the wide spearhead was a full four feet long.
Two yellow, two purple, and four black – eight perfectly proportioned Spirit Rings simultaneously appeared on the spear, shining around the twelve-foot-long spear in Yang Wudi's hand.
"Yang Wudi, level eighty-one Assault System Soul Douluo."
In the original work, Yang Wudi's Soul Power level upon appearance was eighty-two. However, Tang San was already twenty years old at that time.
The current time period was still nine years away from that.
The original work also mentioned that Yang Wudi, due to his obsession with refining medicine and poisons, had neglected his Soul Power cultivation, making him the weakest among the four clan heads of the Single Attribute Four Great Clans.
Before the Clear Sky Sect went into seclusion, the clan heads of the Single Attribute Four Great Clans were all Soul Douluos.
In at least twenty years, Yang Wudi had only increased his Soul Power by one level. Lin Rong didn't know what to say about this.
Gripping the long spear in his hand, Yang Wudi did not attack immediately.
He considered himself an elder, and with fifteen levels of Soul Power higher than Lin Rong, he naturally had the magnanimity to wait for the opponent to make the first move before counterattacking.
"Soul Breaking Spear, let's see whose spear is stronger!"
A blue-golden light flashed, and a long spear, entirely azure with golden patterns, appeared in Lin Rong's hand.
"Hmm? Didn't you say you were a Control System Soul Emperor? Why isn't your Martial Soul your Lin family's Dragon Soul Vine?"
Seeing this, Yang Wudi harbored suspicions:
"Could it be that, like the Pope of Spirit Hall, you also have Twin Martial Souls?"
To this, Lin Rong simply smiled calmly and stated:
"This spear is not a Martial Soul, but an External Spirit Bone."
"As for my Martial Soul, Clan Head Yang will see it later."
As he spoke, Lin Rong's first, third, fourth, and fifth spirit rings all flashed simultaneously.
The Nine Bend Vine Dragon, hidden in his sleeve, split into two under the effect of the fifth spirit ability, Dragon Soul Clone, transforming into two dragon souls that coiled around his arms beneath his clothes.
Double Dragon Soul Awakening, double Azure River Shines Upon Azure Sky, double Dragon's Roar Thunder Realm.
Under the amplification of these three spirit abilities, Lin Rong's own aura instantly surged, surpassing Yang Wudi, who was a Soul Douluo.
He chose not to release his domain, as that would make the battle boring with the twenty percent all-attribute increase and decrease.
Across from him.
Yang Wudi's eyes flashed with surprise and envy when he learned that the blue-golden long spear was an external spirit bone.
But soon, he poured all his emotions into the Soul Breaking Spear in his hand, and no other emotions appeared on his face.
Seeing that Yang Wudi was unwilling to attack first, Lin Rong didn't hold back and swung the Emperor Sacred Spear forward.
The height difference between the two made this scene seem a little comical.
But Yang Wudi's emotions were undisturbed. He simply looked at the "spear technique" before him, which was full of openings, tightened his grip on the Soul Breaking Spear, and forcefully flicked it upwards.
Clang~
The two long spears collided, emitting a crisp sound.
Seeing that Lin Rong's long spear was not flicked away by him, Yang Wudi's expression remained unchanged. He then swept it horizontally, and the spear tip quickly struck towards Lin Rong's neck.
Clang~
Another crisp sound.
The tip of the Soul Breaking Spear failed to cut Lin Rong's neck. Instead, it struck the scales of a blue true dragon that suddenly appeared on his neck.
After two failed attacks, Yang Wudi's first spirit ring lit up.
First Spirit Ability: Tremor!
A burst of explosive force erupted from Yang Wudi, pushing Lin Rong back a few steps. His own momentum also reached its peak under the effect of the spirit ability.
Immediately after, his second and third spirit rings lit up simultaneously.
Second Spirit Ability: Pierce!
Third Spirit Ability: Explode!
The tip of the Soul Breaking Spear suddenly erupted with a layer of black light. Yang Wudi thrust forward with all his might, his spear tip aimed straight ahead.
Lin Rong had read the original work and naturally knew the effects of Yang Wudi's second and third spirit abilities.
One was a percentage-based penetration increase, and the other caused a chain explosion effect within the enemy's body upon impact, like internal force.
Facing Yang Wudi's attack, Lin Rong did not intend to dodge.
With the Life Dragon Soul of the Vine Dragon Domain, any injuries he sustained would be gradually converted into vitality and restored.
Therefore, Lin Rong was not afraid of exchanging injuries with his opponent.
Spirit Attachment activated. The Nine Bend Vine Dragon, which had been split by the Dragon Soul Clone, transformed into a stream of blue light and merged into the Emperor Sacred Spear, forming a blue dragon-shaped pattern on the spear shaft.
The powers of space and lightning erupted, with silver-white and blue-purple light flowing at the spear tip.
The next moment, the spear tips of both sides collided, unleashing a huge air current that overturned the tables and chairs in the living room.
Boom!
The floor beneath them cracked. The immense recoil caused the tiger's mouth on both of their hands to split open, and blood flowed down their cracks onto the ground.
The difference was that on Lin Rong, a phantom of a blue true dragon surged.
Half a second later, before the blood could even flow from the cracks, the small wound on his tiger's mouth had completely healed.
At the same time, at the tips of the two spears, the black spear light of the Soul Breaking Spear and the silver-white and blue-purple spear light intertwined, determined to decide the victor.
However, the black spear light of the Soul Breaking Spear originated from Yang Wudi's third spirit ability.
How could a spirit ability from a spirit ring of just over a thousand years contend with the power of both space and lightning elements?
In less than half a breath, the black spear light of the Soul Breaking Spear was extinguished.
Seeing that he was at a disadvantage in the head-on clash, Yang Wudi used his first spirit ability again to push Lin Rong back.
Immediately after, on the shaft of the Soul Breaking Spear, his seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up.
Seventh Spirit Ability: Soul Breaking Spear True Body!
After unleashing the Martial Soul True Body, a dark luster quickly spread from the tip of the Soul Breaking Spear.
It not only spread to the entire shaft of the Soul Breaking Spear but also dyed Yang Wudi, who was holding it, with the same dark luster as the spear.
In the form of the Martial Soul True Body, the size of the Soul Breaking Spear remained unchanged. However, a circle of black flames now surrounded the outer layer of the spear shaft, resembling hellish dark demonic fire, eerie and terrifying.
An invisible air current was released from Yang Wudi's body, shattering the wooden floor at his feet.
A killing aura filled the entire living room.
Yang Wudi, caught up in the heat of the moment, had forgotten that this was just a spar, not a battle to the death.
The last dark, ten-thousand-year spirit ring surrounding the Soul Breaking Spear lit up.
The seventh spirit ability, Martial Soul True Body, and the eighth spirit ability, which signifies Soul Douluo cultivation, meant that Yang Wudi was holding nothing back at this moment and was unleashing his full power.
Seeing this, Lin Rong narrowed his eyes into slits.
His battles with Yang Wudi always involved maintaining four spirit abilities.
The clash they just had had already consumed twenty percent of his Soul Power.
This wasn't a forest, so there weren't many ancient trees for him to draw life energy from to recover.
If this dragged on, the situation would turn unfavorable for him.
Therefore, Lin Rong had already intended to end the fight quickly, and Yang Wudi's current actions suited his intentions.
He then injected his remaining Soul Power and a portion of his mental power into the Emperor Sacred Spear, and the blue-golden spear body immediately erupted with a dazzling glow.
"Since we've reached this point, let's settle this with one move!"
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