It was still Oscar, asking for his Third Brother:
"Are power and darkness conflicting, like Life and poison?"
"Not really. There's nothing inherently wrong with darkness and power, but they conflict with Life.
It's like how stout pythons with power attributes are usually not venomous, while snakes with stronger venom tend to have weaker strength and smaller size.
Darkness follows the same principle.
Because Life is the foundation of the physical body, and power relies on a strong physique as its basis,
so seemingly there's no problem in terms of attributes, but in practice, they are difficult to coexist.
Newly added attributes are inherently weak, requiring nine spirit rings to consistently stack without interruption, only then can a barely acceptable effect be achieved.
Choosing darkness means he has to completely abandon the strongest, most important, and most core power,
or treat these three spirit rings as non-existent and change course midway, but that might come at an even greater cost."
Nangong Lingyun said.
Tang San suddenly cried out miserably, suffering a mental shock, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His previously clenched fists hammered violently towards the ground,
each strike using all his strength, even as the skin on the back of his hands was smashed and exposed white bone, he showed no sign of stopping, appearing deranged.
The small pain in his body was nothing compared to the despair in his heart.
San Zi was indeed going crazy.
When the Blue Silver Emperor was tricked, it was because he was unprepared, and also because he was born in Saint Spirit Village, a small village, and had almost no understanding of the Spirit Master system, so he could only believe what the Teacher said.
But he had clearly made so many preparations for the Clear Sky Hammer,
asking his Father for advice, extracting information from Qin Feng, diligently studying Spirit theory, and researching those clones in the Feixian Token.
Why was it still the same result?
After a moment of collapse, San Zi asked unwillingly:
"Then, if I absorb the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger's spirit ring, can that solve the problem?
We encountered a seventeen-thousand-year-old Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger when we were hunting spirit beasts before.
Its Evil attribute is in line with darkness, and it also possesses extremely impressive power."
Nangong Lingyun looked surprised.
"That shouldn't be. You were able to come back alive after encountering something like that?"
"What's wrong?"
"The Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger is a Divine Beast. Do you know what a Divine Beast truly means? It possesses Divine Skills and can use divine force.
Things related to Divinity can generally only be countered by forces of the same level.
You have to know that only during the process of a ninety-ninth level Limit Douluo transforming into a Demigod is it possible to come into contact with a trace of divine force.
For such beings, killing ordinary Title Douluo isn't much different from crushing an ant.
Could it be that it was just too full at the time and didn't feel like moving?"
Tang San: "…"
Oscar: "…"
Dai Mubai: "…"
The others: "…"
Too full to move, really?
San Zi was filled with grief and indignation, but his mouth was still stubborn, and he said unconvinced:
"My Father is a Super Douluo, and also a Super Douluo with a Domain and a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.
Even if it's as you say,
then how did Nangong Lingyun do it? In his Beast Soul, there is a spirit ring that is a Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger."
"Two possibilities. One is the special nature of the Beast Soul, the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger volunteered.
Don't be surprised.
A genius of Nangong Lingyun's level has a real possibility of becoming a God in the future.
As the saying goes, when one achieves Dao, even one's pets ascend to heaven. The temptation of contributing to such an achievement is something even Divine Beasts can't ignore.
Second, naturally the Kaiyuan Sect behind him can also come into contact with forces related to Divinity.
As for your Father,
even the strongest ordinary Title Douluo is tofu, while divine force is steel. When they collide, the result isn't even up for debate."
…
Nangong Lingyun didn't reveal the possibility of twin spirits conflicting with each other.
That will be the subject to strike San Zi next time.
But the fact that the darkness and power attributes cannot coexist was already making the little bastard heartbroken, and boundless violence was growing in his heart.
He only has two Spirits in total, and both Spirits are ruined. For an ambitious careerist, the blow is unimaginable.
Especially since he had just seen the possibility of passing the Flying Immortal Assessment, making him even more unwilling.
Bing Qing Yu Jie left dispiritedly.
Nangong Lingyun closed his eyes again and continued to condense his Frost True Qi.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Liu Erlong finally finished absorbing that seventy-thousand-year whale jelly.
Without any pretense, he went straight into her boudoir,
took out a long whip from his spirit tool, and said with a wicked smile:
"Dragon Sister, you've only finished eating this divine medicine, but you haven't fully digested and absorbed it, let alone completely converted it into your own power.
Therefore, you might need some insignificant exercise. Don't worry, I'll supervise you diligently."
Nangong Lingyun's smile was too perverted, and he emphasized the words "insignificant exercise."
Liu Erlong immediately felt a chill, and an extremely ominous premonition instinctively arose in her heart. She said sternly:
"Qin Feng, what are you going to do? I'm your older sister."
"We're not blood-related, and besides, it's just pure exercise. Even if we were blood-related, it wouldn't matter.
Complete one thousand push-ups, one thousand sit-ups, and one thousand leg raises within thirty minutes. If you can't do it, run one hundred laps around Blue Tyrant Academy before dark. Start now, *snap*."
Nangong Lingyun flicked the whip and struck the ground hard, making an extremely loud sound.
Liu Erlong was a little dazed.
But she had just eaten such a precious divine medicine from him, and Xiao Feng was indeed doing this for her own good.
After a moment of sluggishness, she obediently lay down and started doing push-ups.
But before she could even do a few, the whip actually landed directly on her upturned buttocks,
the movements were very skilled, and the strength was just right, not enough to tickle, but not causing any serious injuries either.
The sound was also very meaningful,
"Keep your back straight, don't stick your butt out, and keep your hands shoulder-width apart. No cheating."
"This kid might have some side business."
Liu Erlong complained in her heart, but her body was very obedient, and she obediently changed to the standard posture.
After all, she wasn't some ungrateful bad woman.
For an entire night,
Nangong Lingyun was training the dragon. Between the swings of the leather whip, he kept bursting out various classic Kai-style quotes.
"Punch ten thousand times. If you can't do it, kick your legs ten thousand times."
"The three hundred and sixty-fifth movement wasn't standard enough, failure! The nine thousand five hundred and twenty-seventh strike didn't have enough power, even more of a failure within a failure!"
"Kick your legs ten thousand times. If you can't do it, punch ten thousand times."
"Who told you to kick your left foot first? Punishment!
What, you said you kicked your right foot? Right foot counts too. In addition, questioning the instructor adds to the crime. Start all the items again from the beginning."
…
Until the next morning, she finally fainted gorgeously on the ground like those young trainees in the training camp, completely unconscious.
Nangong Lingyun carried her into a bathtub and soaked her in a medicinal bath before leaving.
And this kind of training lasted for a whole week.