"Bei Bei, go. Don't give him too much time to recover."
Su Ming had been sitting on the ring for a few minutes, and in those few minutes, he seemed to have recovered a significant amount of Spirit Power.
But that wasn't actually the case.
Su Ming wasn't recovering Spirit Power. He hadn't consumed any, so what was there to recover? The power he used in the previous team battle was borrowed from the Douluo 1 and Douluo 3 eras. Right now, he was borrowing power again and re-sealing the borrowed power. Defeating seven opponents single-handedly would consume no small amount of Spirit Power. To achieve this, Su Ming first needed to ensure his hidden reserve of Spirit Power.
"This sealing technique of yours is very profound. It must somehow fit the Laws of Heaven and Earth; otherwise, it couldn't seal power borrowed from the world," Electrolux marveled. He had watched Su Ming seal-borrowed power like this more than once, but each time he failed to discern anything from it. What he didn't know was that Su Ming was borrowing power from his own past and future selves, not from the world, making the sealing process effortless. Because he perceived this power as worldly energy, from Electrolux's perspective, the sealing method surely had its profound aspects.
"Is this the mystery of Spirit Rings?" he wondered, thinking Su Ming's ability to do this was because the sealing form referenced Spirit Rings.
Bei Bei stepped onto the ring just as Su Ming completed his new borrowing of power.
"My Douluo 1 and Douluo 3 main bodies are now recovering at full capacity. I can borrow power one more time. That's enough!"
"Both team members, prepare."
"Match begins!"
At Tiansha Douluo's command, both sides released their Spirit Rings.
Su Ming released his Spirit Rings and charged forward immediately. As he moved, his first and second Spirit Skills flashed, causing his Spirit Power to surge and his body to be bathed in starlight.
Supreme Shockwave Fist.
Facing Bei Bei, Su Ming didn't even mobilize his full Spirit Power to execute the Supreme Shockwave Fist. He simply gathered Spirit Power casually and threw a punch, releasing a fist-ray.
Zhang Wei's gloves was equipment Su Ming had eliminated. Su Ming, of course, had new equipment to use. These were also the two Battle Armor components he could currently use with three Spirit Rings. That's right, he had already started making his own Battle Armor, beginning with the hand armor and vambraces needed for his signature Supreme Shockwave Fist.
Bei Bei could no longer maintain his elegant demeanor and let out a roar. Following a dragon's roar, he erupted with a brilliant power of light. This light merged with the lightning energy bursting from his body, forming golden lightning that coiled around him. Two yellow and two purple Spirit Rings nested on his right arm.
"Third Spirit Skill, Thunderous Fury!"
"First Spirit Skill, Thunderous Dragon Claw!"
Dense golden lightning condensed into the shape of a dragon claw, clashing with Su Ming's fist-ray.
The dragon claw and fist-ray exploded, filling the spectators' eyes with golden light.
He blocked it! Bei Bei's heart swelled with joy.
Yet, in the next moment, his expression froze.
Strangely, a voice seemed to echo around Su Ming.
"You fail to recognize the gap in our strength, daring to challenge a Gold Saint!"
"Face my Lion's Fangs!"
Su Ming began throwing punches wildly. Each punch released a fist-ray. Bei Bei's lightning was golden? Then he'd make golden fist-rays too. Su Ming effortlessly drew upon the power of light, infusing it into his fist-rays.
Countless fist-rays instantly threatened to drown Bei Bei.
"Fourth Spirit Skill, Thunderous Dragon Head!" Bei Bei gritted his teeth and unleashed his fourth Spirit Skill with all his might.
A massive golden thunder dragon head erupted from the ground, colliding with Su Ming's fist-rays. The dragon's roar mixed with the sound of fist-rays tearing through the air.
The next moment, the golden fist-rays crashed down upon the dragon head like a storm, shattering it. Bei Bei was enveloped by the golden fist-rays. When the light dissipated, Bei Bei lay severely injured on the ring.
"Stop! We concede!" Wang Yan shouted, quickly retrieving Bei Bei from the ring and sending Xi Xi up next.
Su Ming had no chance to rest. The moment Xi Xi entered the ring, she adopted a harassment strategy. Seeing Su Ming take out a Milk Bottle, she shot towards him like a bolt of lightning.
Supreme Shockwave Fist! Su Ming held the Milk Bottle in his left hand, absorbing its Spirit Power, while his right hand blasted out a fist-ray. This punch was aimed at Xi Xi's intended landing spot.
Xi Xi's face changed dramatically. She immediately halted her charge but was still caught in the blast of the exploding fist-ray. Before she could steady herself, another fist-ray from Su Ming locked onto her.
"Fourth Spirit Skill, Flash!" Her body transformed into a streak of light, swiftly moving away from her current position.
After putting distance between herself and Su Ming, her expression turned grim. From start to finish, Su Ming had never put down the Milk Bottle; the energy fluctuation between the bottle and him remained constant. That meant Su Ming had been recovering Spirit Power the entire time.
Can't give him a chance to recover.
She charged again, attempting to repeat the previous exchange. However, Su Ming's next move caused her eyes to widen in disbelief. The Milk Bottle in Su Ming's left hand had vanished at some point. He swung both fists, unleashing golden fist-rays.
Not good!
"Face my Lion's Fangs!"
Another sky-full of golden fist-rays drowned Xi Xi.
You think my level 39 Spirit Core Spirit Power is a joke? Although the quantity of Su Ming's Spirit Power meant its explosive force didn't quite reach the Titled Douluo level, it had touched the threshold of a Spirit Sage. Coupled with the amplification from his Battle Armor hand armor, a single fist-ray was an attack on par with a Spirit Emperor's third Spirit Skill. The sky filled with fist-rays engulfing Xi Xi also meant Xi Xi was eliminated.
"What?!" Wang Yan was shocked. It was too fast. Bei Bei and Xi Xi together had only lasted about a minute.
"But fortunately, Su Ming is fighting in such a Spirit Power-consuming manner," he thought. Tricking Xi Xi was one thing, but he still consumed Spirit Power. As long as Ling Luochen could stall him further, then Dai Yueheng might even be able to eliminate him while maintaining a good condition himself. Wang Yan pondered, glancing behind him. In that one minute, Teacher Li, utilizing his Martial Soul True Body and sixth Spirit Skill, had only just completely healed the three injured members. Dai Yueheng held four Milk Bottles, two in each hand, absorbing their Spirit Power at full capacity.
"I'm counting on you," Wang Yan said to Ling Luochen, offering encouragement. He placed high hopes on her. As long as she could force Su Ming to use that ten-thousand-year Spirit Skill, Su Ming would surely suffer a significant loss of vitality!
"Match begins!"
The moment Ling Luochen stepped onto the stage, she immediately used all her Spirit Skills. She also knew her mission: to consume more of Su Ming's Spirit Power. Fist-rays could be set aside; as long as Su Ming used that ten-thousand-year Spirit Skill, the consumption would inevitably be substantial.
Regardless of the cost expenditure of Spirit Power to activate her skills, a thick mist of ice rapidly spread across the ring, enveloping Su Ming's position in the blink of an eye.
Su Ming raised an eyebrow. He didn't hesitate, unleashing another barrage of fist-rays. This time, he converged both light and fire elements. Ever since his Douluo 1 self, due to Zhu Jiuyang's discovery, had understood the essence of Fusion Forging – that characteristic fusion was a form of inheritance – he had been sensing it during Fusion Forging. He didn't need to develop a new Spirit Skill; he just needed to pay attention to the patterns of fusion between different rare metals during Fusion Forging, and he naturally gained an understanding of elemental fusion.
Now, the light and fire elements merged very naturally in his hands, actually taking on a semblance of Yan Shaozhe's Sacred Flame.
Forget about Spirit Power consumption for now; first, face my Lion's Fangs!
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