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Su Ming smirked lightly. "Rumor has it that Yang Wudi, clan leader of the Po Clan, is dedicated to mastering pure offensive power, able to challenge Titled Douluos even as a Soul Douluo. So, how about we see whose attack is stronger?"

Yang Wudi, feeling a strange unease despite Su Ming's youth, steeled himself. Su Ming's confidence unsettled him, but he had his pride. He boldly declared, "Let's see what power you've got to make five Titled Douluos follow you!"

Without missing a beat, he prepared his offensive stance. "I'll be using my full strength. My path is one of extreme offense—I hold nothing back!"

"First Soul Skill, Shock!"

With a surge of spirit power, Yang Wudi unleashed his first skill, elevating his attack to its peak.

"Second Soul Skill, Pierce!"

With one powerful thrust, his Po Soul Spear glowed, enhanced with perfect penetrative force as it shot toward Su Ming. But as Yang Wudi's spear neared Su Ming, he was puzzled—Su Ming remained motionless, his expression calm.

In that moment, Su Ming's body was encased in a sleek, blue armor with dual blades in hand. Deciding a full-scale version of his Susanoo would be overkill, he instead opted to wield it directly as armor. "After all," he thought, "if I can coat my Wooden Dragon with Susanoo, why not myself?"

Seeing the imposing armor, Yang Wudi scoffed. "Is that your trump card? Armor or not, my spear cuts through it like paper!"

"Susanoo Cross Slash!"

Su Ming raised his dual blades in a swift motion, slashing directly at Yang Wudi's spear as it closed in. Upon impact, the third soul ring on Yang Wudi's spear flared, amplifying his power.

"Third Soul Skill, Explosion!"

A burst of dark energy surged from the spear's tip, escalating its destructive force. However, this fierce energy was effortlessly absorbed by Su Ming's space-infused Susanoo blades.

Yang Wudi felt his spirit waver. He was used to battling in a wild, unrestrained style. But unlike the tranquil, immense power of the Seven Kill Sword, his attacks here felt scattered, as if they barely registered against Su Ming's defense.

His confidence faltered as Su Ming's calm gaze pierced through him, his Mangekyo Sharingan focused intensely. A tremor of fear gripped Yang Wudi, and he instinctively retreated. He'd enhanced his Po Soul Spear with every technique, yet it had barely left a mark.

A voice cut through his thoughts. "Why hesitate, Yang Wudi?" Tai Tan taunted. "Release your true form. As it stands, Su Ming can't even use his full strength—he'd cut you down with one stroke!"

Spurred on by the challenge, Yang Wudi activated his Martial Soul True Body. "Let's see if your words hold up, Tai Tan!"

In response, Su Ming cast a wry look back at Tai Tan. "Now, the real fight begins."

Sighing, Su Ming released his armor and summoned his full Susanoo—50 meters of towering blue armor, complete with dual blades and wings. A shockwave of raw power radiated from him, overwhelming the Po Clan members, who staggered backward in awe and fear.

Beside him, Daming and Er Ming were equally stunned. Su Ming's completed Susanoo emitted an aura of destruction so potent it made them question their own strength.

Xiao Wu leaned toward them, smiling. "Still think you can spar with my brother? He used this very Susanoo to cut down Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, even in his half-divine form!"