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Chapter 383.

The sharp, piercing sound of the sword tearing through defenses reverberated across the square, crisp and unmistakable, like the breaking of a fragile mirror.

The speed of the Armored Black Flying Sword had become so blindingly fast that even Porcupine Douluo's formidable mental perception struggled to track its movements. It was as if the sword had transcended the limits of visibility, striking with precision and unparalleled swiftness.

This wasn't just a demonstration of raw power but a stark reminder of the mental power disparity between the two combatants.

Of course, this was no ordinary weapon. The Armored Black Thorn, a soul bone that was inherently part of Wang Feng, had evolved into something far greater—a lethal flying sword. Wang Feng's continuous refinement and mastery over the soul bone, coupled with his extraordinary mental power, allowed him to control it as effortlessly as moving his own limbs. The connection was seamless, amplifying its destructive potential to the maximum.

Particularly now, with his mental power condensed into spirit droplets, the sword's power had reached a terrifying new level.

Shoo!

In mere moments, Porcupine Douluo, despite his impressive reflexes, had no time to activate additional soul abilities.

The flying sword tore through his defensive barriers with ease, its brilliance flashing as it struck his Martial Soul True Body, leaving multiple fresh wounds.

At this stage, the Armored Black Thorn was no longer just a tool—it had become a deadly Armored Black Flying Sword, capable of inflicting real damage on a Titled Douluo.

If Porcupine Douluo had been a defensive-type Douluo with extraordinary durability, he might have been able to withstand the onslaught. However, he was not.

And unlike a speed-oriented Douluo such as Ghost Douluo, who possessed exceptional evasion and perception abilities, Porcupine Douluo lacked the means to avoid such a precise assault.

He was, after all, a level ninety-two assault-type Douluo—formidable in his own right, but far from invulnerable.

The metallic hum of the flying sword filled the air before it finally halted, hovering menacingly just inches away from Porcupine Douluo's massive Martial Soul True Body.

The blade's tip gleamed with a cold, lethal light.

Gulp.

Porcupine Douluo swallowed hard.

This White Death God was far stronger than he had anticipated.

The other Titled Douluo standing nearby were equally stunned, their disbelief evident. Porcupine Douluo—suppressed from start to finish—had been utterly outmatched.

"The power of these blades… it's far greater than what he displayed in the Slaughter City," Bibi Dong thought to herself, her sharp gaze narrowing.

"Not only has it grown stronger, but it has evolved—by several levels at least. What has changed? There's almost no soul power on the blades, meaning they're controlled purely through mental power… If that's true, then his mental strength must have reached an unfathomable level."

This realization sent a ripple of unease through Bibi Dong.

Standing behind her, Hu Liena also felt it—clear as day.

The power of the blades had ascended to a new realm, far beyond what she remembered. They now carried an aura of absolute dominance.

Porcupine Douluo exhaled deeply, his massive Martial Soul True Body visibly trembling. He glanced at the sharp blade hovering mere centimeters from him and spoke decisively.

"I admit defeat."

In truth, he had accepted his loss the moment his defensive barriers were shattered. When the flying sword effortlessly cut through his Martial Soul True Body, it became clear that his opponent's weapon was no ordinary blade.

His martial soul, coated in a protective layer of water and oil, was specifically designed to deflect physical attacks. For a weapon to pierce it so effortlessly, it had to be on par with or exceed the strength of his martial soul. The sharpness and power of the flying sword were undeniable.

As Porcupine Douluo stepped back in defeat, Wang Feng's calm voice echoed across the square:

"Does anyone else wish to challenge me?"

With a subtle movement of his thoughts, the flying sword fragmented into dozens of sharp blades, which floated silently in mid-air, orbiting him like obedient soldiers awaiting their master's command.

The silence that followed was deafening.

The defeated Porcupine Douluo walked back with a frustrated expression.

"I told you earlier, this White Death God isn't easy to deal with," Ghost Douluo remarked with a chuckle. "Though he managed to defeat me before by relying on that special ability, it's clear he's no ordinary opponent. Your soul power is lower than mine—if you'd truly gone all out against him, you might've fallen even faster. And mind you, his martial soul, that small cauldron, hasn't even been used yet."

Porcupine Douluo's face darkened at Ghost Douluo's words, but he couldn't muster a rebuttal.

In truth, even if Wang Feng had chosen to use his martial soul in this battle, the outcome wouldn't have been drastically different. The current Armored Black Thorn, now evolved into the lethal Armored Black Flying Sword, was devastatingly effective against all levels of Soul Masters.

Its lethality wasn't restricted to weaker opponents. Like the strength difference between a hand and a foot—a hand can crush an ant, but a foot can stomp it just as effectively—the Armored Black Flying Sword could dominate both weaker and stronger adversaries with ease.

Just as the tension was beginning to settle, a voice broke the silence.

"I'll fight you!"

Another Titled Douluo stepped forward. It was Snake Lance Douluo, a close ally of Porcupine Douluo.

His martial soul was the Snake Lance, a weapon martial soul renowned for its extreme sharpness and speed.

Witnessing his friend suffer such a crushing defeat, Snake Lance Douluo couldn't simply stand by. Moreover, as a fellow weapon soul user, he was confident he wouldn't fall as easily.

Unlike Porcupine Douluo, Snake Lance Douluo had observed the previous battle closely. He had seen the power of Wang Feng's flying sword and was prepared for its extraordinary speed and sharpness. He wasn't about to underestimate his opponent.

After all, Wang Feng's decisive victory over Porcupine Douluo relied heavily on the latter being caught off guard. Porcupine Douluo hadn't anticipated the sheer power of the Armored Black Flying Sword and had no chance to properly defend.

But now things were different.

Snake Lance Douluo was prepared.

The man himself cut an imposing figure. A broad, rough face framed by a thick beard gave him a rugged and intimidating appearance. His eyes glinted with determination as he stepped forward, his aura surging.

His Snake Lance materialized in his hands—a long, slender weapon with a deadly, curved tip. It exuded an ominous energy, its sharpness seemingly capable of cutting through anything in its path.

"Let's see how your flying blades fare against my Snake Lance!" Snake Lance Douluo declared, gripping his weapon tightly.

Wang Feng, standing calm and composed, allowed a faint smirk –to play across his lips.

"Interesting," he said softly. "I hope you last longer than three moves."

The crowd of Titled Douluo murmured amongst themselves as the tension thickened. Snake Lance Douluo had taken up the challenge, but could he truly handle the overwhelming might of the White Death God's Flying Sword?

The square grew silent again as the two combatants prepared to face off.

Snake Lance Douluo wasted no time. The moment he stepped into the arena, his Martial Soul True Body activated, transforming his Snake Lance into a towering, gilt-gold spear over ten meters long. The weapon radiated an oppressive aura, its size and gleam commanding attention.

Once a weapon soul master activated their Martial Soul True Body, their combat strength often rivaled, if not surpassed, that of Beast Soul Masters. It was a classic case of weapon martial soul growing more formidable as their wielders matured.

Snake Lance Douluo's weapon was far from ordinary, and Wang Feng's sharp gaze didn't miss a single detail.

At this level of combat, where Titled Douluo clashed, flashy tricks or clever maneuvers alone wouldn't suffice. Raw strength, bolstered by tactical precision, was the only way to emerge victorious.

Wang Feng knew this well. Gone were the days when he could rely solely on ingenious martial techniques to defeat opponents with ease, as he had during his earlier stages of cultivation. At the Titled Douluo level, battles demanded overwhelming strength combined with calculated strategy.

And this battle was a prime example.

As Snake Lance Douluo's massive weapon danced in his hands, the effectiveness of Wang Feng's Armored Black Flying Sword began to diminish. Though the Flying Sword was imbued with immense power, it wasn't enough to pierce the Snake Lance directly.

The sheer size and strength of the Snake Lance allowed Douluo to defend –against Wang Feng's relentless attacks. With each movement, the giant lance swept through the air, blocking and parrying the oncoming Armored Black Flying Sword with ease.

However, despite this, something was becoming clear to the spectators, Snake Lance Douluo could only defend.

Though his Snake Lance swirled and danced, forming a near-impenetrable barrier, it failed to counterattack effectively. The White Death God's Flying Sword was simply too agile and precise, darting around like a sentient being seeking the smallest openings.

Snake Lance Douluo, drenched in sweat, began to feel the strain.

From a distance, the scene was mesmerizing, a black, broad, morphing Flying Sword clashed with the Golden Snake Lance, sending –sparks flying with each collision. Streams of light streaked across the arena as the Flying Sword attacked from all directions, its movements almost artistic in their fluidity.

The clanging of metal echoed through the square, and the sheer intensity of the battle left the crowd in awe.

Despite his initial confidence, Snake Lance Douluo found himself in a precarious position. The intricacy of Wang Feng's control over the Flying Sword's was unparalleled—every strike seemed calculated, leaving Douluo with no openings to launch his own offensive.

But Wang Feng was far from done.

Realizing that the current approach wasn't enough to decisively defeat his opponent, Wang Feng decided to escalate. With a thought, the torso soul bone on his body lit up, exuding a chilling, dark aura. A cold, black light began to condense, radiating with terrifying energy.

Without hesitation, the icy black light surged forward, cutting through the air and heading straight for Snake Lance Douluo.

The spectators held their breath as the tide of the battle shifted yet again.

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