Soul Fighting

(Regarding whether the healing-type Titled Douluo in the previous chapter was made up out of thin air)

(In the original work, Chapter 134: The True Face of Tang San's Martial Soul, Blue Silver Emperor. Tang Hao smiled, his smile tinged with mockery. "Even a healing-type Titled Douluo couldn't heal my injuries. Can you?" Tang San said solemnly, "A healing-type Soul Master's healing skills only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. But my Soul Power has the ability to treat the root cause.")

("Even" and "couldn't heal" mean that Tang Hao sought out a healing-type Titled Douluo, but was not healed.)

The Immortal Herb Tang Feng intended to give Zhu Zhuqing was the same as in the original work: the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone.

Since he had not picked it and placed it in the Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch, he needed to return to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well with Zhu Zhuqing.

It was roughly two thousand li from Suotuo City to Sunset Forest. At Tang Feng's speed, traveling day and night, he could make it in less than two days.

But with Zhu Zhuqing accompanying him, and considering that they needed to rest and recharge at night, it would take around ten days.

On the evening of the third day, the two arrived in Silves City, the capital of the Silves Kingdom.

After dinner, Tang Feng took Zhu Zhuqing to the Silves Great Soul Arena.

First, to pass the time, and second, to test Zhu Zhuqing's practical combat ability.

Tsukuyomi was a wonderful thing. No matter how much time passed in the Genjutsu world, only an instant would ever pass in the real world.

Moreover, everything in the Genjutsu world was controllable. Whatever kind of world Tang Feng wanted, he could have; it all depended on his wishes.

To train Zhu Zhuqing, Tang Feng used Tsukuyomi on her once every day after obtaining her consent, honing her combat skills in Tsukuyomi's Genjutsu world.

Zhu Zhuqing enjoyed it as well.

In the span of a single instant, she could gain days or even months of practical combat training experience. It was simply beyond her imagination.

She had never imagined that Tang Feng possessed such immense power. It was truly incredible.

As the saying went, this was her only chance in this lifetime, and she, Zhu Zhuqing, had actually seized it!

Inside a private room.

Tang Feng was watching a team Soul Fighting match in the arena below, bored out of his mind.

The Soul Power Levels of both teams were low, with only three rings each. They did not have many abilities at their disposal, and their destructive power was not great either.

As a result, it was not very exciting to watch, comparable to children playing house.

Click.

The door was pushed open. Zhu Zhuqing sat down beside Tang Feng, leaned against his shoulder, and said,

"I've signed up. I probably won't have to wait long before it's my turn."

"Mm, do your best. If you can't win, surrender immediately. Don't get hurt. My heart would ache," Tang Feng said, gently kneading Zhu Zhuqing's cheek.

Zhu Zhuqing smiled knowingly. She was quite pleased by his words.

One team Soul Fighting match ended, and just as the two teams for the next match entered the arena, someone knocked on the door.

A member of the Great Soul Arena's staff came to tell Zhu Zhuqing it was her turn.

Zhu Zhuqing gently kissed Tang Feng's cheek and smiled.

"I'm going in now!"

After Zhu Zhuqing left, Tang Feng looked at the two teams in the team Soul Fighting match: the Fierce God Team and the Wild Mountain Team.

The Fierce God Team were old acquaintances of Tang Feng's, though only on his side.

Their famous wild-dog tactics had earned them quite a reputation, putting into practice the principle that the fierce feared the ruthless, and the ruthless feared those who did not care if they lived or died.

Their captain, Meng Li, even had a motto: grow through slaughter.

And then the entire team was shot dead by Godly Zhuge Crossbows.

What would happen if all seven members of the Fierce God Team were thrown into Slaughter City? Tang Feng wondered.

"Let the Soul Fight begin!"

As the host in the team Soul Fighting arena announced the start of the match,

the seven members of the Fierce God Team charged forward, howling like seven wild dogs that had broken free of their leashes.

In terms of sheer momentum, the Fierce God Team had already won.

But momentum alone was useless. The Wild Mountain Team was considerably stronger overall, and none of its seven members showed any fear. They had clearly come prepared.

This fight would be far more exciting than the previous spectacle of rookies pecking at one another. The earth-shaking roars from the spectators in the stands below made that clear.

Zhu Zhuqing entered the arena. Tang Feng took his eyes off the thrilling battle and looked toward her platform.

"Little sister, you have Soul Power above level twenty at such a young age. You're quite talented."

"I, your big sister, love dealing with geniuses like you most of all."

"So, could you surrender of your own accord?"

The beautiful woman named Meiying, who was fairly good-looking, blinked at Zhu Zhuqing and activated her first Soul Skill, Charm.

If the Zhu Zhuqing standing opposite Meiying had been the Zhu Zhuqing of five days ago, she might already have fallen for it.

But now, with preparation, Zhu Zhuqing had a chance of evading the Charm.

That was because she had fallen for this sort of move in the Tsukuyomi World Tang Feng created for her.

Her opponent would open with a mental-control skill to paralyze her, then give her a thorough beating.

The instant Meiying's First Soul Ring lit up, Zhu Zhuqing blinked, evading Meiying's Charm by a hair.

This was no coincidence. Zhu Zhuqing had done it deliberately.

This technique of dodging mental-type Soul Skills by blinking could only be used against enemies at the same level or weaker than oneself. Using it against a higher-level Soul Master was asking to get killed.

In the time it took to blink, another of the higher-level Soul Master's Soul Skills might already be flying straight at your face.

Although Zhu Zhuqing had evaded the Charm, she still pretended to have fallen under its spell.

She would play dumb and catch Meiying off guard, to see whether she would fall for it.

Little sister, you still lack combat experience.

Meiying thought this as she used the Soul Skill of her Second Soul Ring.

Meiying advanced with a seductive catwalk, covering several meters with every step, far faster than she could run.

After five steps, Meiying was already behind Zhu Zhuqing. She extended her sharp cat claws and was just about to press them against Zhu Zhuqing's neck and make her surrender.

Zhu Zhuqing's First Soul Ring lit up. Hell Stab.

Effect: her claws doubled in length, and her speed doubled as well.

Zhu Zhuqing swiftly ducked, twisted her hips, and turned, stabbing upward with the claws of her right hand in one fluid motion.

It all happened too suddenly. Meiying, in particular, had thought she had already won and let down her guard. As a result, she failed to react and had no time to retreat.

The claws of the aloof, black-haired girl before her were already pressed against her chin.

"You've lost," Zhu Zhuqing said coldly.

Meiying gave a rueful smile and raised her hand in surrender.

"I surrender."

"I didn't expect you to come to your senses so quickly."

Zhu Zhuqing did not respond. After hearing the host announce her victory, she promptly retracted her claws, turned, and left the arena.

Having watched Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Fight, Tang Feng nodded, reasonably satisfied.

She could react to a Soul Skill and knew how to play dumb. She had improved a great deal compared to a few days ago.

Previously, the Charm would certainly have landed. Even if it had not, she would not have played dumb.

Meanwhile, Tang Feng had also watched the Fierce God Team's match.

It had been an exciting fight, the kind of close-quarters brawl that left flesh and blood mangled.

By the end, only the captains of the two teams remained on the platform.

At that point, concerned for his teammates' safety, the Wild Mountain Team's captain chose to surrender. He could not drag the fight out any longer; his teammates' injuries would not allow them to hold on that long.

"What a pity." Tang Feng shook his head.

Zhu Zhuqing entered the private room and heard Tang Feng say it was a pity.

She thought he was talking about her.

"What's a pity? Didn't I do well enough?"

"Not you. I meant the team Soul Fighting match down below."

Zhu Zhuqing followed the direction of Tang Feng's pointing finger and sucked in a cold breath.

Blood had splattered across the platform, and several members of both teams had literally had their guts and entrails spilling out.

The sight made Zhu Zhuqing feel sick.