Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Snow Empress floated forward, standing in front of Ice Empress, her cold eyes fixed on the four giant swords, her tone tinged with solemnity:
"The master of this sword possesses profound cultivation, having reached the pinnacle of human ability. In a direct confrontation alone, even I might not be able to defeat him with certainty."

She abruptly changed the subject, looking at Hyotei with a knowing glint in her eyes:
"However, Bing'er, have you forgotten? He may be strong, but he walks the path of the sword."

Upon hearing this, Hyotei was taken aback at first, then his icy blue eyes suddenly lit up as he realized what was happening, even showing a hint of schadenfreude:

"That's right, he's a sword cultivator. Showing off his sword skills in front of Lu Jun? That's like waving a big knife in front of Guan Yu, just asking for humiliation. No matter how high his cultivation is, if his source is countered, he'll be in big trouble!"

Lu Jun, who was trapped in the center by the four giant swords exuding merciless sword intent, remained expressionless from beginning to end. He didn't even look at the four swords, but just stood quietly in place, as if he was not the one who was imprisoned, but rather a detached bystander.

The next moment, the space rippled slightly, and a figure exuding an even colder and more murderous aura appeared silently beside Zang Xin.

He was also clad in a four-word battle armor that shimmered with light, but in his hand he held a longsword with a completely opposite aura, one that was filled with the meaning of cutting off everything and disregarding all living beings—the Ruthless Sword!
Ruthless Douluo Cao Dezhi has arrived.

He stood side by side with Zang Xin, one passionate and tender, the other ruthless and decisive; their two completely opposite sword intents repelled each other at this moment.

This, on the contrary, created an even greater and more suffocating pressure, like a tsunami, pressing down on Yuanen Zhentian and the others from the left and right.

Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin, the two hall masters of the Tang Sect and two Limit Douluo with four-word battle armor, gathered here.

Yuan Enzhentian and Yuan Entiandang's breathing instantly became heavy, and fine beads of cold sweat even seeped from their foreheads.

They could barely hold their own against one four-word battle armor user, but facing two at the same time, and two capable of unleashing the legendary God-Slaying Fusion Technique...

The pressure is so great that it could drive even the strongest person to despair!
Faced with the terrifying aura of Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin, which was like a vast ocean overturning and a mountain collapsing, Yuan Enzhentian and Yuan Entian felt the air around them solidify like iron, and their soul power circulation became sluggish. Fine cold sweat had already soaked their inner shirts on their backs.

Four-word battle armor! This is a four-word battle armor!
The resources required to create a complete set of three-word battle armor are astronomical, enough to drain the savings of a medium-sized family over decades.

Ordinary Soul Masters need to reach the Soul Douluo level to barely bear its burden, while only those with extraordinary talent and outstanding Martial Souls can master it ahead of time at the Soul Saint level.

This is precisely the reason why, when Lu Jun led his team to wipe out the Tang Clan branch, every time he killed a three-word battle armor Soul Saint from the Tang Clan, it caused the Tang Clan to be furious and heartbroken.

Let alone the powerful and wealthy Tang Sect, even the Sun Moon Federation, which dominates the continent, would be terribly alarmed if such a precious three-word battle armor Soul Saint were lost. It would be enough to alarm the Federation Speaker, Emperor Xu Tian, ​​and prompt him to launch a bloody revenge at any cost.

However, between desiring to possess and actually possessing, there lies a chasm called resources.

The vast majority of Soul Masters, even after advancing to the Title Douluo level, will never be able to obtain a three-word Battle Armor because they cannot collect enough rare and precious materials or cannot get the few Saint Craftsmen to help them.

There are only about twenty master craftsmen on the entire continent. When they forge the core metal for three-word battle armor, the queue of people waiting to do so is already as long as the fish in the river. The exorbitant fees are enough to make most people give up.

In comparison, there are many more high-level mecha manufacturers, but creating a three-word battle armor is still a long and arduous road.

For a titled Douluo, from the moment they conceived the idea to finally donning the three-word battle armor, ten years is the most optimistic estimate.

Therefore, any family that has a master craftsman in charge has the foundation to become a top power.

As for the four-word battle armor that surpasses the three-word one, it is a legendary existence. In the entire continent, and even the entire Douluo Star, the only publicly known divine craftsman was Zhen Hua. Even now that he has stepped down for some reason, he has only been succeeded by the Dark Blood Demon Gu Chenyu.

The success rate of the divine craftsman's Heavenly Forging is outrageously low. To gather all the Heavenly Forging metal needed for a set of four-word battle armor is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

This cannot be measured in monetary terms; it requires extraordinary luck and a long wait.

Do not mistakenly believe that obtaining four-word battle armor is easy just because most Limit Douluo from the Federation, Shrek Academy, Tang Sect, and Spirit Pagoda possess it.

That is a symbol of the profound and enduring heritage of these forces, passed down for thousands of years.

There is only one Divine Craftsman, and those who seek his Heavenly Forging are all Limit Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent. Naturally, priority is in the hands of those behemoths, but the price they pay is enough to bankrupt a small country.

It is evident that there is a fundamental and insurmountable gap between three-word battle armor and four-word battle armor.

Even someone as powerful as Yuan Enzhentian, a quasi-god level being, would have a slim chance of winning against Zang Xin, who only has the cultivation of a demigod but possesses a complete four-word battle armor, without the support of a four-word battle armor.

The Titan Ape clan possesses a powerful bloodline and its overall strength should not be underestimated, but the clan itself is not wealthy.

They uphold their dignity, refuse to be subservient to any power, and rely on a single source of income, consisting solely of generations of accumulated wealth.

In today's era of rapidly advancing soul guidance technology, widespread mecha pilot professions, vigorous promotion of the Battle Armor system by the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, and federal policies favoring commoner soul masters, almost moving towards a "nationwide Battle Armor Master" trend, this self-imposed isolation results in a scarcity of resources.

Although the family also trains secondary professionals, how can they train a master craftsman?
That is just wishful thinking.

Even the clan leader, Yuanen Zhentian, who exhausted the clan's resources, could only create a set of three-word battle armor. The range of its battle armor's domain aura was only ten meters, which inevitably appeared somewhat shabby in the eyes of true powerhouses.

Although his sons, Yuan Entiandang and Yuan Entianshang, also possessed three-word battle armor, their quality was inferior.

The other powerful members of the clan were not even equipped with three-word battle armor.

At this moment, facing two Limit Douluo armed to the teeth with four-word battle armor, how could Yuanen and his son not feel immense pressure and be drenched in sweat?
"You two, step back."

Just as Yuanen Zhentian and Yuanen Tiandang were filled with adrenaline and Titan power, preparing to fight to the death for the god behind them, a calm and indifferent voice rang out from behind them, like a clear spring flowing, instantly soothing the anxiety and pressure in their hearts.

Both of them were taken aback and turned to look at him, only to see that Lu Jun still had that calm and composed demeanor.

Out of absolute trust in the deity, they answered without hesitation in a deep voice:

"Obey the oracle."

Immediately, the enormous phantom of the Titan ape slowly receded, the light of its battle armor dimmed, and the two retreated as instructed, relinquishing their home ground. (End of Chapter)