Before meeting Tai Tan, Chen Ming initially thought that this level-86 Soul Douluo must be incredibly strong. However, after actually meeting him, Chen Ming couldn't help but feel that he had overestimated Tai Tan.

  Clumsy, foolish, and rough—while it was understandable for Tai Tan to excel in raw strength as a soul master specializing in extreme power attributes, strength was all he had. Beyond that, there was nothing remarkable about him at all.

  His mental strength was weak, his control over his soul power was poor, and even his mastery over his own body was subpar. The only thing noteworthy about Tai Tan was his brute force.

  For a low-level soul master, Chen Ming could understand such shortcomings. But for Tai Tan, a high-level Soul Douluo, to be so cking was baffling to Chen Ming.

  When their cn leader was injured, the members of the Strength Cn, who had been standing behind Tai Tan, immediately turned red-eyed. A middle-aged man quickly dragged Tai Tan away, but the rest of the cn charged at Chen Ming, howling as if oblivious to the vast disparity in power between the two sides.

  Chen Ming suspected that these people had only heard the first part of his earlier statement—that he wasn't a Titled Douluo—and had stopped listening after that. Otherwise, how could they behave so foolishly?

  The Strength Cn wasn't as mindless as Chen Ming thought, but they were close.

  Because none of them understood the intricacy of Chen Ming's earlier move. The Strength Cn, as a whole, was not particurly bright. Constant reliance on brute force had dulled their minds to the point of regression—they solved everything with their muscles.

  Tai Tan had understood the brilliance of Chen Ming's technique because he had taken the hit himself. But to the rest of the cn members who hadn't been struck, it simply looked like Chen Ming had sneak-attacked Tai Tan.

  Only focused on training their muscles, they couldn't comprehend how extraordinary Chen Ming's technique was, nor did they understand the concept of spiritual power.

  They only thought that their numerical advantage would allow them to overwhelm Chen Ming. Even if he were a Titled Douluo, they believed he wouldn't be able to take them all down before running out of soul power.

  A rge group of Soul Masters from the Strength Cn, all with their martial souls activated, charged toward Chen Ming like a horde of gorils. Each one unleashed their soul skills, rushing at Chen Ming in a chaotic brawl.

  Because their martial souls were identical, and all their soul rings came from the Thousand-Jin Ant soul beast, their soul skills were the same. Every member of the cn used three simple self-enhancing techniques before swinging their fists, behaving like a group of literal super-strong apes.

  Chen Ming couldn't even be bothered to show off his skills anymore—these people weren't worth it. Since they worshiped raw power, Chen Ming decided to respond with pure strength.

  Soul power gathered around Chen Ming's body, forming a golden suit of armor. Without activating his martial soul, he simply swung his fists and charged into the crowd.

  Faced with incoming punches and soul skills, Chen Ming didn't even bother dodging. He stood still, letting their attacks nd on the golden armor of soul power that covered him, his indestructible body neutralizing every blow. Then, with his fists, he delivered a physical lesson to these oversized gorils.

  Several Soul Sage from the Strength Cn, who charged the fastest, were sent flying like cannonballs. Their bodies collided with a mass of cn members behind them, knocking down a rge group of allies and even some soul masters on Tai Tan's side.

  Under the overwhelming force of Chen Ming's punches, this group of muscle-brained individuals finally realized something was wrong—but it was already too te to retreat.

  Chen Ming was like Mike Tyson rampaging through a kindergarten. Though his physique was much smaller than the Strength Cn members with their martial souls activated, every punch he threw sent multiple soul masters flying.

  Some soul masters were casually tossed aside by Chen Ming, crashing into various objects like bowling pins. Others took an uppercut directly to the jaw, their heads smashing into the metallic ceiling of the auction house. Their faces twisted, their skulls dented, and their teeth shattered—some even bit off their tongues. Blood spurted from their mouths as they colpsed unconscious to the ground.

  Seeing this, some members of the Strength Cn instinctively tried to flee. But Chen Ming caught up with them, coalescing his soul power into his hands and shoving it forward. The fleeing group was immediately sent rolling into a heap on the ground.

  Struggling instinctively, their chaotic movements only caused discomfort to their comrades. They achieved nothing else.

  Chen Ming even witnessed one panicked fool, after being knocked over, reflexively gather soul power into his elbow and sm it downward—crushing the skull of the cn member pinned beneath him. Blood and brain matter spttered everywhere.

  Afterward, the rest of the pile devolved into disorganized shoving and infighting, with members accidentally injuring one another.

  Ironically, these individuals, who had been retively unharmed before, ended up causing the Strength Cn's first fatalities in the battle through their actions.

  Chen Ming found this ridiculous. Were their brains so underdeveloped from obsessively training their muscles? Absorbing the Thousand-Jin Ant's soul rings was supposed to enhance their strength, but it seemed to have reduced their intelligence to the ant's level instead.

  Looking at this chaotic scene, Chen Ming thought Tai Tan, as the leader of the Strength Cn, might still retain some rationality. But when he turned his gaze to Tai Tan, the cn leader, who had previously shown fear and hesitation, seemed to have gone berserk.

  With a roar, Tai Tan charged at Chen Ming.

  "Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"

  Tai Tan's body rapidly expanded, transforming into a massive six-meter-tall goril. His head nearly touched the ceiling of the auction hall, and his long, fur-covered arms dangled nearly to the ground.

  Though his arm veins were damaged and his skin was broken, Tai Tan's injuries were forcibly suppressed in his Martial Soul Avatar state. Even his soul skills, which were on cooldown, were reactivated.

  "First Soul Skill: Rock-Solid Defense! Second Soul Skill: Exploding Strength! Third Soul Skill: Golden Ape Body! Sixth Soul Skill: Thousand-Jin Power!"

  With the activation of five strengthening soul skills, including Martial Soul Avatar, Tai Tan's aura surged to a level equivalent to that of a Titled Douluo.

  The terrifying strength he now possessed was something even ordinary Titled Douluos would struggle to handle. His massive fists exuded a deadly aura, and almost every soul master present felt an imminent sense of doom. Some bcksmiths began fleeing for their lives.

  Tai Tan roared, channeling all his power and courage into his strongest attack against Chen Ming.

  "Thousand-Jin Strike!"

  The eighth soul skill, derived from a 30,000-year-old Thousand-Jin Ant, concentrated Tai Tan's immense power into a single point. The explosive force of his punch created a shockwave so strong that it sent nearby soul masters flying like ragdolls.

  Seeing this, Chen Ming became genuinely annoyed. Deciding to teach Tai Tan a real lesson, he resolved to show a fraction of his true strength.

  Emerald-green soul power surged around him, exuding a strange and ominous yet enchanting aura.

  From behind Chen Ming, three spectral figures emerged: a Gecko, a Serpent, and a Scorpion. Their malicious gazes locked onto Tai Tan. Each phantom embodied a different type of venom and willpower. Under Chen Ming's control, they merged into one.

  Fusing his soul power with his mental strength, Chen Ming combined the toxins into a single entity. Raising his seemingly small fist, he unleashed an overwhelming sense of suffocating threat upon Tai Tan.

  "Sovereign Poison!"