Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

A large chunk of flesh was ripped away by Tang Haofei, while Wen Yu's physical quality was rapidly increasing.

One hundred seventy-three times, one hundred ninety-two times, two hundred thirty-five times, until the physical tissue loss reached ninety-four percent... and his physical quality had risen to five hundred seventy-eight times...

This already indicated that his physical quality had the upper hand over Tang Haofei.

Therefore, Old Tang felt the flesh in his mouth becoming harder and harder to chew, until Wen Yu struggled, accompanied by the popping sounds of Old Tang's veins bulging and Wen Yu's shoulder bones cracking, Wen Yu easily broke free from Tang Haofei's grasp.

The cost was that Wen Yu's shoulder bone was injured, but this was a good thing.

Physical quality increased—seven hundred sixty-four times, physical tissue loss—ninety-six percent...

"So, a thousand times should be the limit of the destiny fight? But reaching that limit is really too dangerous; at this level of power, it’s already enough."

His body felt as light as a feather, yet the explosive power surging from within made Wen Yu feel unprecedentedly strong.

This invincible strength was intoxicating.

Indeed, he was already invincible... The only recognized opponent deep in his heart was Tang Haofei, and he couldn't even see his own shadow.

As mentioned earlier, five years had indeed been too long...

"So, this is it."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Yu had already made his move!

...

The two figures instantly intertwined, followed by a fierce wind pressure; one side was plain, with only the occasional flash of black light, while the other exuded a mighty aura, with thunder roaring, as if the god of thunder had descended, filled with majesty.

However, the outcome of the battle was not determined by appearances.

In the first moment of their crossing, the winner and loser were already clear!

"Boom..."

"Crack, crack..."

As their fists met, in Tang Er's bewildered gaze, his arm was instantly crushed by the forces of both sides. Then, Tang Haofei felt a fleeting pain, as Wen Yu lightly swung his right arm, and with a "thud," Tang Haofei's arm was severed, falling dismally to the ground.

"Ah..."

He couldn't help but emit a cry of despair, but just as the sound escaped, Wen Yu had already lifted his foot.

Tang Haofei couldn't even see Wen Yu's movement; he only felt a flash before a sharp pain shot through his knee.

Two legs, crushed to pieces, flew out of the battlefield, landing far away.

His body inevitably collapsed to the ground, and Tang Haofei felt utterly powerless—this was no longer an opponent he could handle.

Yet the pride deep within him still urged Tang Haofei to fight back bravely; he barely propped himself up with his remaining arm and looked back, only to see Wen Yu's right hand forming into a claw, stabbing into his back like a dagger.

"Crack, crack~~~"

A long, strip-shaped bone was pulled out from Tang Haofei's back by Wen Yu; with each inch it was pulled, Tang Haofei felt his body's strength wane further, until Wen Yu completely tore apart his spine. Only then did Tang Haofei bow his head, entirely losing his ability to counterattack.

Perhaps if Old Tang could hold on for a few hours in this state, he might recover from such horrific injuries under the dual effects of true god dominance body and physical quality. However, this was during a sequence ranking battle; as mentioned earlier—this was just a game, a friendly exchange of martial prowess.

So.

"Give up..."

The voice of Tang Yi echoed deep within, while Tang Er stood there dumbfounded—this battle, he had lost rather disgracefully.

"I can't win, I really can't win, unless we fully unleash the effects of the life and death battle resolution... but right now, the number of revivals is simply insufficient, so it's over."

Tang Yi's comforting voice rang out again—he was truly afraid Tang Er might rashly unleash the power of the life and death battle resolution without a second thought.