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

The group eventually came to a stop above the boundless deep sea.

The view here is incredibly expansive. Looking around, there is only the azure sky and the emerald sea in all directions. There are no buildings, people, or mountains to obstruct the view. There is no need to worry about the aftershocks of battle harming innocent people, nor is there any need to suppress one's own strength and hold oneself back. It is the perfect battlefield for a group of top gods to fight with all their might.

A fierce wind swept across the sea, with layers of waves surging and crashing relentlessly. High above, a powerful gale howled, whipping everyone's robes into a fluttering, rustling sound, and the atmosphere of impending doom grew increasingly oppressive.

Yang Jian raised his hand and gently beckoned, and a sharp-looking, domineering three-pointed double-edged sword instantly appeared in his hand, which he held firmly.

A silvery-white smoothness rapidly illuminated the cold blade, gradually covering the entire divine weapon. The fierce and domineering aura of the blade spread wildly, even causing the howling wind on the sea to pause for a moment. The airflow over the entire sea area became stagnant, heavy, and extremely oppressive.

Without any unnecessary words or pointless probing, Yang Jian lightly stepped forward and charged towards the Asura God.

The moment he took a step, his figure instantly broke through the void between the two, and his three-pointed double-edged sword slashed out horizontally. The silver-white sword light was sharp and dazzling, and it went straight for the vital points of the Asura God's body.

The Asura God's expression was cold and solemn, not daring to underestimate him in the slightest, and he raised his hand to raise the Asura Demon Sword in response.

The dark red sword was covered with fine blood-red patterns. With the full force of the divine power poured into it, the red light on the sword instantly increased several times, and it stood firmly in front of him, taking the strong attack head-on.

Clang!

A deafening clang of metal clashing echoed across the entire sea and sky. The instant the two extremely terrifying forces collided, a massive, transparent shockwave exploded outwards, spreading wildly in all directions.

The surging, turbulent waves below were forcibly flattened by the violent shockwave, turning a large area of ​​the sea into a smooth, mirror-like surface. The seawater within several meters was instantly emptied, creating a truly awe-inspiring scene.

The immense impact propelled the Asura God's body sideways, sliding two or three zhang (approximately 6.6-9 meters) through the air before he could barely regain his footing.

The trails left by his feet as they traversed the air created two long white streaks on the sea, demonstrating just how powerful the strike was.

Almost at the same instant the two clashed, four first-level deities who had been preparing for a long time attacked simultaneously, giving Yang Jian no chance to catch his breath or adjust his state, and their attacks instantly surrounded him.

On the left, a deity wielding a golden spear flicked his wrist, sending the spear piercing out at lightning speed. The spearhead was radiant with intense golden flames, and the speed of the thrust was so great that it pierced through the air, leaving a thin burn mark, and aimed directly at Yang Jian's vital area in the waist and abdomen.

In the upper right corner, a deity wielding a curved sword suddenly swung his arm, and the curved sword, carrying a flowing, silvery-white cold light, slashed down from the air. The blade was filled with divine light, and the movements were cunning and unpredictable, precisely targeting the weakness in Yang Jian's shoulder, each move deadly.

Directly in front, a burly and robust deity held aloft an incomparably heavy giant warhammer. The hammerhead was covered with a deep and heavy brown halo, carrying an endless power as steady and majestic as the earth. It slammed down from above, determined to suppress Yang Jian and crush his opponent in one fell swoop.

The last deity was hidden high in the distance, its figure elusive. The longbow in its hand was fully drawn, the bowstring taut to its limit. The arrow was transparent, its body wreathed in fine wind patterns, precisely targeting Yang Jian's heart, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

The four first-level deities cooperated seamlessly and had a clear division of labor. The four top-level weapons attacked simultaneously from four absolute blind spots, completely blocking all conventional escape routes. Their attacks were dense, fierce, and without any flaws.

If it were an ordinary peerless Douluo, he would be severely injured and crushed in an instant, without any power to fight back.

Chapter 296 Not Panicked at All

Yang Jian remained completely calm and composed. He moved with ease and grace amidst the intense and ferocious attacks, making every movement and dodge perfectly timed, not a second more or less, with a flawless rhythm.

Just as the scimitar was about to strike his shoulder, he twisted his waist slightly and turned his body slightly to the side. The sharp blade grazed his hem, barely severing a thin thread of clothing, without even touching his fur.

The giant warhammer crashed down with immense force, his head tilted slightly as the heavy hammerhead grazed his ear and fell with a deafening roar. The terrifying wind pressure blew all his long black hair backward, but it did not harm him in the slightest.

The golden spear pierced through him at lightning speed. He lowered his waist slightly, and the spear tip flew past his armpit. The intense flames left only a small charred mark on his clothes, without touching or damaging his skin at all.

The wind-patterned arrow, shot from afar, was extremely fast, arriving in an instant. It grazed his shoulder, and the sharp impact left a shallow white mark on his skin, with a few fine golden blood beads seeping from the edge.

The blood flowing from a deity's body is pure gold, noble and domineering, containing pure divine power. This tiny wound is completely insignificant to Yang Jian, not even qualifying as a minor injury.

The shallow wound lasted only a moment before it healed and disappeared automatically. The white marks and bloodstains on the skin faded away, and the skin returned to its original smoothness, showing no trace of injury. Its self-healing ability was terrifying.

He held the three-pointed double-edged sword firmly in his hand, moving calmly and gracefully among the weapons of the four gods. His movements were unhurried and his mind was calm and composed, as if he were walking on a flat road that he knew countless times. Every dodge and parry was perfectly timed, without any sign of panic or embarrassment.

The Asura God wouldn't give him a chance to calmly maneuver and adjust his state. Taking advantage of the moment when the four gods were fully engaged in restraining Yang Jian, he pressed forward again and launched a second round of strong attacks.

The Asura Demon Sword in his hand drew a smooth, dark red arc, its condensed and sharp blood-red sword light pointing directly at Yang Jian's throat. The angle was tricky, the speed was extremely fast, and the killing intent was chilling.

With a nimble flick of his wrist, Yang Jian used the broad, thick back of his three-pointed, double-edged sword to steadily meet the incoming Asura Demon Sword.

The two world's top-tier divine weapons continued to rub and collide, producing a series of ear-piercing, sharp metallic scraping sounds that made one's eardrums tremble and one's mind tense.

In that split second, the second wave of attacks from the four first-level deities arrived precisely once again. This wave of attacks was more intense, faster, and more powerful than the previous one.

The curved blade rises sharply from below, targeting the weakest point of the human body – the ribs – making it impossible to defend against.

The giant warhammer swept horizontally with all its might, completely blocking all of Yang Jian's routes of retreat and cutting off his escape route.

The golden spear plunged vertically downwards, carrying an overwhelming and domineering momentum.

He released the longbow again, and a brand-new wind-patterned arrow shot out, once again accurately locking onto the heart.

The multiple, ferocious attacks piled up one after another, completely locking down all movement and dodging space. Any strong person on the continent would have no choice but to take all the damage at this moment and would inevitably suffer severe injuries.

Yang Jian remained calm and composed, his body moving nimbly and freely in mid-air.

He suddenly pushed his blade outward, forcefully deflecting the Asura Demon Sword's edge with overwhelming power. Then, his body suddenly sank down, barely avoiding the curved blade attack aimed at his ribs.

As his body sank, his waist tightened slightly. The giant warhammer sweeping down from above whistled past his scalp, and the violent wind pressure whipped his hair but did not harm him in the slightest.

The spear, thrusting vertically, missed its mark precisely, hitting the empty space where his body had just sunk.

The final arrow, hurtling towards his left shoulder, was about to strike when Yang Jian, without dodging or evading, simply raised the back of his left hand and firmly blocked the deadly arrow.

With a soft snap, the arrow struck the deity's body and was instantly deflected, all the impact completely neutralized, without causing any real injury.

Their initial offensive completely failed, but the four first-level deities did not hesitate or pause for a moment. Their attacks became faster and faster, and their strikes became increasingly fierce and ruthless.

To become a first-level god, each one is a veteran top-tier powerhouse who has lived for countless years and has incredibly rich combat experience.

The four have been partners and fighting side by side for many years. Their cooperation is ingrained in their bones and has become second nature. Their level of tacit understanding is frighteningly high. They can cooperate perfectly without almost any eye contact.

They developed an incredibly sophisticated rotational fighting style, with the two specifically responsible for suppressing movement and constantly compressing Yang Jian's space to maneuver, preventing him from moving freely and dodging flexibly.

The other two players are specifically tasked with finding defensive weaknesses and launching surprise attacks at any time, targeting loopholes and blind spots, making their tactics unbeatable.

The pace of the entire battle, which started off steady and slow, was gradually accelerated, becoming increasingly intense and violent.

Like a constantly tightened spring, the offensive is relentless and airtight, giving people almost no chance to breathe, adjust, or regroup.

Yang Jian continued to move calmly and freely within the dense and violent attack circle.

His own movement speed, reaction speed, and attack rhythm also improved rapidly in sync with the opponent's attack rhythm, always maintaining a perfect distance between himself and all attacks, without the slightest error.

As the battle dragged on, faint white marks gradually appeared on his body, scattered across his forearms, the backs of his hands, shoulders, and back.

A few slightly deeper indentations would seep out golden divine blood again, but his body's self-healing speed was much faster than the speed of injury. Newly appeared wounds and bloodstains would disappear in the blink of an eye, and his skin would always remain smooth.

The Asura God opposite him took in all of this, and a faint, cold smile quietly appeared on his lips.

In his view, Yang Jian was currently entangled by the four humans and one god, forced to passively defend and dodge throughout, with no extra strength to launch a counterattack. His wounds were piling up, and his divine power and physical strength were being continuously depleted without any way to replenish them. Defeat was only a matter of time; the outcome of this battle was already a foregone conclusion.

With his mind completely relaxed, the Asura God's offensive became even more ferocious. He flicked his wrist repeatedly, unleashing three dark red sword beams in succession. The three sword lights crisscrossed rapidly in the air, instantly forming a dense triangular cutting net of light that steadily covered all directions around Yang Jian, completely sealing off all escape routes.

This net of sword light is extremely powerful. Once completely locked in, it will be instantly cut and torn apart by countless intersecting sword lights, causing severe damage to both the physical body and divine power.

Chapter 297 All Wounded

Yang Jian's eyes were calm and unwavering, his expression serene and unhurried.

Just as the light net was about to completely close and seal off all space, he lightly stepped into the void, his body suddenly leaping upwards, and calmly passed through the gap directly above the triangular light net, perfectly dodging the deadly attack.

The deadly net of light behind him completely closed in, missed its target, and instantly dissipated on its own, turning into tiny specks of divine power that scattered in the sky.

Using the momentum of his leap, Yang Jian quickly adjusted his posture in mid-air, his three-pointed double-edged sword pointing forward, precisely targeting the vital point of the Asura God's chest, and swiftly thrusting out to launch a counterattack.

Seeing Yang Jian launch a counterattack, the four first-level deities immediately changed their moves in unison, swiftly blocking his attack in an attempt to force him to retreat.

The golden spear thrust out from the side, attempting to forcefully force back Yang Jian's advance.

The curved blade slashed down from mid-air, blocking his upper body attack.

The giant warhammer came crashing down head-on, attempting to forcefully repel him with its overwhelming power.

The wind-patterned arrow struck precisely between his eyebrows, forcing him to retreat and defend himself.

Five incredibly powerful divine attacks simultaneously struck Yang Jian, layer upon layer, their force terrifying enough to instantly injure an ordinary level one deity.

This time, Yang Jian did not deliberately dodge or avoid, allowing all the attacks to hit his body, calmly taking the full onslaught head-on.

The spear tip pierced through the outer layer of clothing and pressed tightly against the flesh, but it could not penetrate the incomparably hard body of the deity. It was blocked by the body and could not advance any further.

The scimitar slashed hard at the shoulder, finally breaking through the surface of the skin and leaving a shallow wound. Golden divine blood slowly seeped out and slid down the skin.

The giant warhammer slammed heavily into his chest, the heavy and domineering force pressing his body down by half an inch. The void trembled violently, and rings of dark power rippled outwards from him. Wind-patterned arrows were embedded an inch between his brows, the surging wind-elemental divine power tearing and colliding wildly, yet it couldn't even budge his soul barrier in the slightest.

Despite being overwhelmed by excruciating pain, immense pressure, and tearing force, Yang Jian's eyes showed no sign of suffering; instead, a sharp, piercing glint flashed across them.

Simply dodging and maneuvering is nothing more than a warm-up exercise for a sparring partner.

His true purpose was to withstand the combined attack of the five gods, using their power to temper himself and break through the limitations of his cultivation technique!

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts circulated rapidly within his body, and his skin, muscles, bones, and meridians all shone with a dazzling golden light. Every inch of his body was frantically devouring and dissolving the divine power surging in from all directions.

Those ferocious attacks, enough to severely injure a first-level deity, all turned into nourishment for his body and tempered his foundation when they landed on him.

The knife wound on his shoulder and the pressure marks all over his body did not worsen under the infusion of divine power; instead, they healed and condensed rapidly, making his physical body's walls even harder and thicker.

"You're courting death! How dare you withstand the combined attack of the five gods! You're asking for it!"

The burly deity wielding the hammer roared fiercely, pouring his peak divine power into the giant hammer once more. The brown light on the hammer body surged several times over, and its size suddenly expanded, transforming into a colossal mountain hammer that blotted out the sky. With the immense power to suppress all ages, it slammed down a second time.

The other four gods intensified their attacks once again. The crimson demon sword, the golden spear, the silver scimitar, and the wind-patterned divine arrow—four ultimate divine powers intertwined to form an unsolvable killing array, completely locking down all of Yang Jian's escape routes, determined to crush this heaven-defying human powerhouse on the spot.

The Asura God stood in the center of the formation, his expression cold and indifferent, his eyes filled with unwavering killing intent. In his view, Yang Jian's actions were nothing short of courting death. No matter how strong his physical body was, it would eventually have its limits. Continuously enduring the peak attacks of five first-level gods would only lead to the exhaustion of his divine power and the collapse of his physical body in the blink of an eye.

But the next second, something unexpected happened!

Suddenly, Yang Jian's body erupted with a dazzling golden light, and his vast and pure divine power broke through all restraints, sweeping across the entire sea and sky. The five divine powers that had been raging around him were instantly swallowed up, dissolved, and even backfired, as if they had been thrown into the sea by mud!

His slightly slumped figure suddenly stabilized, all his injuries healed instantly, his skin became smooth and flawless, and his aura not only did not decrease but increased several times, his combat power completely unlocked to its peak!

"Warm-up complete."

The four words, "cold and indifferent," pierced through the thunder and lightning, resounding clearly throughout the heavens and earth.

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian suddenly flipped his wrist, and the three-pointed double-edged sword he was holding burst out with an unprecedentedly dazzling silver light. All the divine patterns on the blade lit up, and the domineering blade momentum cleaved through layers of void barriers.

There are no fancy moves, only overwhelming power!

With a single horizontal slash, the world lost its color!

The sharp, boundless blade energy swept across the sky, instantly shattering the oncoming mountain hammer. The heavy hammer body crumbled inch by inch, and the brown divine power scattered and drifted away.

The burly deity's pupils constricted suddenly. Before he could dodge, the remaining blade energy struck his chest, and he was slammed into the sea like a boulder with a broken string, creating a towering wave hundreds of feet high. He was submerged in the seawater and unable to get up for a while.

One move severely injured a first-level deity!

The remaining four gods' expressions changed drastically, and for the first time, they felt extreme fear in their hearts.