Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body.

Chapter 41 Is this all the Haotian Douluo is capable of?

Yang Jian walked to the pit and stood there, looking down at Tang Hao, who was lying at the bottom of the pit looking very disheveled. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, is this all the Haotian Douluo is capable of?" His voice carried a hint of mockery. "You're not much better either."

Tang Hao lay at the bottom of the pit, panting heavily, his bones screaming in pain.

He looked up at the boy by the pit, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

How could I have been beaten up like this?

This kid is only level 50, how is that possible?

Countless thoughts flashed through Tang Hao's mind.

Soon, an absurd idea began to take shape: this young man must have used some method to hide his true cultivation level. He was actually much older than he was, but he was deliberately pretending to be a young man to make me careless.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain.

"You old bastard!" Tang Hao climbed out of the pit, his soul power surging, shaking off the rubble and dust. He pointed at Yang Jian, his eyes bloodshot, his voice like thunder, "You deliberately acted like a child in front of me, making me careless!"

"Don't be so arrogant, I haven't even used my real skills yet!"

Before he finished speaking, Tang Hao's aura suddenly changed.

The patterns on the Haotian Hammer shone with a dazzling golden light, and the hammer vibrated with a buzzing sound, emanating a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

Nine spirit rings lit up one after another beneath his feet: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. The intertwined light made his figure look like a war god.

"The Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian, all nine unleashed!"

Nine hammer shadows flew out from his hands, each containing earth-shattering power.

The hammer shadows intertwined, overlapped, and merged in the air, eventually transforming into a gigantic phantom of the Haotian Hammer, which smashed towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's eyes sharpened, and he held his three-pointed, double-edged sword horizontally in front of him to meet the giant hammer.

"boom--!"

The deafening roar sent rocks flying from the mountaintop, and dust billowed into the sky.

Yang Jian was knocked back several steps, his hands going numb, but he quickly regained his balance. He twirled the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, dissipating the remaining force.

Tang Hao's attacks did not stop.

"Disorderly Cloak Hammer Technique!"

His body began to spin, and the Haotian Hammer drew arc after arc in the air, each strike faster and heavier than the last.

Layer upon layer of hammer shadows, like a raging storm, poured down upon Yang Jian.

Yang Jian wielded his three-pointed double-edged sword, clashing with the Haotian Hammer.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal was as dense as rain, exploding on the mountaintop.

Each collision unleashed blinding sparks, and shockwaves spread in all directions, uprooting the surrounding bushes.

Tang Hao's Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique became faster and heavier with each strike.

The thirty-sixth blow.

The forty-eighth strike.

The sixty-fourth strike.

Every strike carries the domineering aura of the Haotian Hammer.

And Tang Hao's decades of accumulated combat experience.

The hammer shadows surged like a tide, wave after wave, pressing down on Yang Jian so hard he could barely breathe.

Yang Jian pushed the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to its limit, and a faint golden glow appeared on the surface of his body.

However, the power of the Haotian Hammer was too domineering; every time it struck, it left a bruise on his body.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

But they did not choose to retreat.

The three-pointed double-edged sword flew through his hands, colliding with the Haotian Hammer time and time again.

Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The two fought from the mountaintop to the mountainside, and from the mountainside to the valley.

Wherever it passed, rocks were shattered into powder, and trees were snapped in half.

Tang Hao grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He had already used the Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian and the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, almost with all his might, but the boy was still able to stand in front of him and wield that strange weapon.

How is that possible?

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his attack became even more ferocious.

Eighty-first strike!

The final and strongest strike of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

Tang Hao poured all his soul power into the Clear Sky Hammer, causing the patterns on the hammer to shine brightly and emit a dazzling light.

He spun and soared into the sky, then fell like a meteor, the Haotian Hammer crashing down on Yang Jian with earth-shattering power.

Yang Jian raised his head and looked at the giant hammer that was falling from the sky, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

He gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly with both hands, mobilizing all the remaining strength in his body to meet the hammer blow.

"boom--!"

A blinding light erupted from the valley, and the shockwave spread in all directions, leveling everything within a radius of several hundred meters.

Yang Jian was smashed into the ground by the hammer.

He lay in the deep pit, his bones feeling like they were all broken.

His skin was torn open, blood was dripping, and several places were dented from being smashed by the Haotian Hammer, making it a shocking sight.

Several of the meridians were severed.

Blood and qi surged, and the internal organs screamed in pain.

If it weren't for cultivating the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, which gave him a physical strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, these injuries would have been fatal.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't even be able to get up.

"cough----"

Yang Jian coughed up a mouthful of blood and forced himself to stand up from the bottom of the pit.

His body was trembling, and his legs felt as heavy as lead, but he still managed to stand up.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword was stuck in the ground beside him, its gleam dimmed considerably, but it still stood upright.

Tang Hao stood not far away, watching Yang Jian climb out of the pit, his heart filled with immense shock.

Just now, except for his last few trump cards, he used almost all his strength; he had used every trick in the book.

Surprisingly, Yang Jian was able to stand up again.

Unbelievable!

Tang Hao's gaze was as sharp as a tiger's, fixed intently on Yang Jian.

"Old man." His voice was deep and hoarse. "I don't remember having anyone like you in the Spirit Hall. Who are you?"

""

Yang Jian suddenly smiled.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

His laughter echoed through the valley, carrying a mix of exhilaration and excitement.

It was as if the injuries on his body were nothing at all.

It was as if what had just happened was merely a warm-up.

Tang Hao frowned, looking at the potentially fatal injuries on Yang Jian's body, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh." Yang Jian's smile faded, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and he said, "Finally, I've met a worthy opponent."

He looked at Tang Hao with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"You're stronger than Chen Xin. Perhaps you can exchange a few more blows with me and fight for a while longer."

Tang Hao's brows furrowed even more.

Dust in the heart?

Does this old man know Chen Xin?

But he didn't bother to investigate further.

Yang Jian's laughter was, in his eyes, a humiliation.

A person who has been severely injured is still laughing and saying that he wants to fight a few more rounds and fight a little longer. What is this if not humiliation?

"court death!"

Tang Hao's eyes turned completely cold.

The ninth spirit ring beneath his feet lit up, its crimson light dazzlingly bright, turning the entire valley a blood-red hue.

A 100,000-year soul ring!

That was the soul ring that Ah Yin sacrificed for him.

"Ninth Soul Skill!"

Tang Hao raised the Clear Sky Hammer high, and the patterns on the hammer shone with a blood-red light.

His aura reached its peak at this moment, and his killing intent surged out like a tide, freezing the air within a radius of hundreds of meters.