Chapter 108: No One Can Show Off in Front of Me!

Holy shit?!

Holy shit?!!

Holy shit?!!!!

Song Qi cried out three times in a row, each one sharper than the last.

He seemed to choke for a long while, then suddenly broke into a foolish grin, the corners of his mouth spreading wider and wider.

His laughter grew brighter and clearer.

He wanted to force down the joy surging in his heart.

But unfortunately...

He could not.

Not at all.

Damn it!!!

So this is what a Primordial-tier panel looks like?!

Ahahaha...

Eight thousand five hundred points in both Strength and Constitution!

Not even the level-eighty Abyssal Flame Demon panel was higher than this!

And what the hell were these talents?

Di Xin could not be detected or sensed by any means, direct or indirect?!

Then did that not mean Song Qi could enjoy the same effect as well?

After all, if Song Qi were spied on or cursed, would that not count as indirectly affecting him?

As for whether there might be an Outer-Realm demon with a higher rank than Di Xin, who would personally lay a curse upon him...

Song Qi thought that was impossible.

If you were talking about raw power, then yes, Di Xin could not compare with the gods and Buddhas of the world.

But if you were talking about rank? Sorry. As the Human Emperor, Di Xin could even stand shoulder to shoulder with the Heavenly Emperor!

Across all heavens and myriad worlds, there might only be a handful whose standing was higher than his.

“So... from now on, I never have to worry about the Outer-Realm demons’ curse killings again?”

Song Qi had never imagined that the sword hanging above his head would suddenly lose its edge like this.

“And what the hell is this [Bearing the Tripod]?”

Fifty percent damage reduction?!

And he could store up all damage taken within one minute, then unleash it all at once?!

“And this [Severe Punishment]? At least five percent of the target’s life force lost with every attack?”

“Good lord! Percentage-based true damage?”

“Meaning no matter how strong the opponent is, even if the city lord comes himself, so long as he is not healed in time, twenty punches from you and he’s dead?”

“And with this [Taunt] skill, the other guy has to come charging over and fight you!”

At first, Song Qi had thought Di Xin’s role was that of a front-line tank.

But only after reading further did he realize: what tank? This was plainly a gimmick monster with a stat sheet full of absurd numbers!

One [Taunt] to pull the enemy in, and then the two of them would begin beating each other senseless in an uncontrollable frenzy.

Di Xin had fifty percent damage reduction!

And every punch could still strip away five percent of the enemy’s maximum life!

Beat for a minute, and Di Xin would be perfectly fine, while the other side would simply drop dead on the spot.

Even if the opponent had healing skills and somehow survived that round of punishment, it did not matter.

[Bearing the Tripod] had already absorbed all the damage the enemy dealt during that minute!

You have to understand...

Ten punches delivered with five thousand points of Strength and one punch delivered with fifty thousand points of Strength are absolutely two different things!

And Di Xin just happened to possess the ability to gather all the force from those ten punches into a single strike.

Your damage over time does not work? Your staying power in prolonged combat is strong?

Still no problem.

Di Xin would simply say: if all else failed, then one punch would end it.

“And this [Talent Alone]?”

Though its effect was not as outrageous as the other skills, it was a group skill.

Not only could he reduce damage himself, but while he was present, his teammates could reduce damage by thirty percent as well?

Would that not mean his ability to stay alive had climbed yet another level?

“I just don’t know whether, after I soul-link with Di Xin, the damage reduction from Bearing the Tripod and Talent Alone will stack.”

“If they can stack, then I can go fight on the front lines too.”

Song Qi might not know how to hit people, but he certainly knew how to take a beating.

Di Xin’s skill set was simply too perfect for him.

“Perfect!”

Song Qi gave this summoning result his seal of approval.

Then he got to his feet, and just as he raised his head...

“Whoa?!”

“What are you doing?”

Di Xin was frowning down at him.

“You brat... for a moment there, I almost thought the one who summoned me was an idiot.”

“What on earth were you thinking just now?”

“You were grinning like a fool for a full five minutes.”

Song Qi was mortified.

He had simply been far too excited.

“Mainly I was admiring your magnificent bearing.”

“Mm... I like hearing that.”

Di Xin smiled and accepted it readily.

Only then did Song Qi finally get a clear look at him.

Though they were both supreme rulers, Di Xin’s manner of dress was completely different from Ying Zheng’s.

Ying Zheng was dressed in black, yet still appeared splendid and awe-inspiring.

Upon his head he even wore the ceremonial crown strings that symbolized power.

As for Di Xin?

Forget the crown strings.

Even his clothing was nothing more than roughly worked beast hides.

Aside from a fur coat, he wore nothing underneath.

His garments were not buttoned, but left open in a bold display, revealing the flawless muscles beneath, like some masterpiece of craftsmanship.

At first glance, his whole temperament gave one the impression of a carefree, straightforward hero.

Not a ruler at all.

“All right, kid. Call me again if you need anything. For now, though... I don’t see anything going on, so I’m heading back.”

“Sure thing. Take care.”

Whoosh.

Di Xin’s figure vanished from the room.

Song Qi took a long while to steady his emotions before finally walking out.

If before he had still been torn over whether he should go all out against Li Zong in tomorrow’s individual match,

then now, he could make his decision.

Li Zong was most likely a figure pushed to the forefront by the upper echelons of humanity, meant to draw the Outer-Realm demons’ attention.

That was precisely why Li Zong was required to act so high-profilely in front of outsiders.

And why his legendary exploits were spread with no attempt at concealment.

The whole point was to give the other human geniuses enough space and enough time to grow.

“Damn it, I’ve long been sick of that bastard Li Zong showing off in front of me every damn day.”

“From now on, I’ll take half the demon race’s pressure for him!”

“Let’s see how he keeps showing off in front of me now.”

Light flickered in Song Qi’s eyes, full of absolute confidence and calm.

What was there to fear about the Outer-Realm demons targeting him?

If Li Zong could endure it, then so could Song Qi.

“From this day on, no one is allowed to show off in front of me, Song Qi!”