The Ninth Stop, the Strongest Strike
After the fifth strike fell.
The man could not help widening his eyes.
Feeling a faint tingling in his arm, the man could not help marveling.
That kind of force—could someone without a Soul Ring really deliver a blow like that?
Before the man had recovered from his shock, the blade flashed, and another attack came at him.
Clang!
Clang!
With two metallic clashes.
Su Mu followed through with his eighth strike.
"Brat! Are you ever going to stop?!"
The strange attacks had stirred the man's temper as well.
They were getting faster and faster.
And stronger and stronger.
Surely he didn't have to unleash his Martial Soul just to play around with a child?
How could he save face?
Clang!
The eighth strike came crashing down at his head.
The man raised an arm and blocked Su Mu's eighth blow.
A dense web of cracks spread across the stone slabs beneath his feet.
"One more strike."
Su Mu adjusted his stance and shouted.
The Ninth Stop.
After absorbing that energy in his body, Su Mu had noticed the changes in his physique.
He was more than twice as strong as he had been before absorbing it.
Su Mu was certain that, as long as he seized the initiative now.
Even a Soul Emperor definitely wouldn't be able to withstand his Ninth Stop.
Of course, Su Mu wasn't foolish enough to think the man before him was merely a Soul Emperor.
He had attacked because he couldn't swallow his anger.
He wouldn't feel right unless he slashed the man a few times.
"Good lad!"
The man shouted.
His presence surged.
He prepared to meet the attack.
Boom!
This time, what rang out was not the sound of metal striking metal.
With a booming crash, a hole appeared in the wall to one side.
Then came the sound of walls breaking one after another.
By now, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade was no longer in Su Mu's hands.
Instead, he had dragon claws, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Martial Soul.
Su Mu had unleashed the Ninth Stop with his fist.
His target was the Nuoding City Spirit Hall.
How did he miss? Was he afraid of killing me? Did he look down on me?
Under the man's puzzled gaze.
Su Mu followed the holes in the successive shattered walls.
And raced toward Spirit Hall.
"Help me, help me! I'm willing to join Spirit Hall!"
Su Mu shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran.
Who cares about face? My life is more important.
If I make a big enough fuss, surely this man won't dare kill me in front of Spirit Hall.
The Nuoding City Spirit Hall also has a level 87 Soul Douluo.
A Platinum Bishop should have at least a little standing, right?
Just then, several figures emerged from the hole in the rear wall of the Nuoding City Spirit Hall.
"Who dares attack our Spirit Hall?!"
An elder who looked to be in his fifties or sixties glared at the string of holes.
"It was the man behind me."
"That guy wants to kill me."
"I have Innate Full Soul Power, and he won't let me join Spirit Hall."
When Su Mu saw the people from Spirit Hall come out, he ran even faster.
Only when he reached them did Su Mu stop.
He looked back.
The man was coming toward him at an unhurried pace, stepping through the holes Su Mu had blasted.
Suddenly, Su Mu felt that the atmosphere around him was a little strange.
Everyone from Spirit Hall was simply looking at the man in unison.
None of them seemed inclined to act.
"Greetings, Second Worship!"
Just as the man reached them.
The elder who looked to be in his fifties or sixties bowed slightly.
Second Worship?
Hearing that title, Su Mu was somewhat dumbfounded.
Fuck, didn't I just walk straight into the net?
On second thought, even if he hadn't run here, he wouldn't have escaped.
A level 98 Super Douluo.
And he had even slashed him a few times.
Spirit Hall probably won't make me pay to repair all these holes in the walls, right?
"Mm! You may withdraw for now."
Golden Crocodile Douluo raised a hand and waved.
The people from the Nuoding City Spirit Hall said nothing and silently left.
"Your Excellency, I really didn't know you were the Second Worship of our Spirit Hall."
Su Mu spoke awkwardly as he looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo, who wore a faint smile.
"Good lad."
"Why aren't you running anymore?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo took two steps forward and rested a hand on Su Mu's shoulder.
He sensed that the feeling of a Soul Beast in Su Mu's body had vanished.
The child before him was just an ordinary human.
"I wasn't trying to run. I just saw that Spirit Hall was right in front of me."
"And I was eager to get home."
Su Mu smiled and looked up at Golden Crocodile Douluo as he spoke.
This old man is really tall. I'm over 170 centimeters, and I still have to look up at him.
"Oh?"
"Whose disciple are you?"
Golden Crocodile asked with some amusement.
"I only awakened my Martial Soul yesterday."
"I came to report in today."
Hearing this, Golden Crocodile gave Su Mu a somewhat strange look.
If this brat isn't a Soul Beast, how is he so strong?
If he is a Soul Beast, he doesn't have a Soul Beast's aura.
And this brat's Martial Soul and Soul Power are both abnormal.
Golden Crocodile was a man who had seen the world.
The Soul Power inside this brat was not merely level 10.
And his Martial Soul was very unusual.
His body was also frighteningly strong.
The power of that final attack was such that even someone with a Soul Emperor's body probably wouldn't be able to use it and then stand here smiling and talking as if nothing had happened.
"How about I take you as my disciple?"
Hearing Golden Crocodile Douluo's perfectly serious question.
Su Mu knitted his brows.
Having a level 98 Super Douluo as a master would be quite good.
But if he went too far away from Xiao San, he wouldn't know whether his system could still snatch opportunities.
And right now, the system was only bound to Tang San.
He still had wool to fleece.
"What, you're unwilling?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo looked somewhat displeased.
He liked the spirit this brat had.
Clever and decisive.
He even dared to pick a fight with Golden Crocodile himself.
"I'm willing."
"But could I stay here in Nuoding City?"
"I don't want to leave for the time being."
After thinking it over, Su Mu looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo and spoke.
Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned, his thoughts unknown.
"All right."
Golden Crocodile Douluo answered after a long while.
Hearing that, Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
Things were pretty good now. At the very least, he didn't have to fear Hao Zi, if that guy didn't provoke him.
He would keep it hidden for now.
And fleece his son a little along the way.
If Tang Hao were directly exposed, Tang San probably wouldn't survive either.
"Your disciple pays his respects, Master!"
Su Mu respectfully cupped his fists and bowed to Golden Crocodile Douluo.
Seeing what Su Mu did.
Golden Crocodile said nothing more. Kneeling to acknowledge a master was merely an empty formality.
As long as Su Mu sincerely acknowledged him as his master, it didn't matter if there was no formal title between them.
"Come inside with me. This isn't the place to talk."
Golden Crocodile called to him.
And entered Spirit Hall through the hole.
As Su Mu passed through the hole in the wall, he reached out and touched it.
He thought that he probably wouldn't have to pay for the repairs now.
At the entrance to Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
A somewhat hunched elder and a small child dressed in blue, thin and dark-skinned, looked at the plaque bearing the academy's name and raised their hands to wipe away their sweat.
"Xiao San, this is the academy."
"You have Su Mu to thank."
"Little Su Mu gave you this work-study spot."
Tang San smiled and nodded in agreement.
But a surge of hostility rose in his heart. He didn't understand why everyone had to compare him with Su Mu.
I, Tang San, have the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.
Does he?
And Tang San felt that the Mysterious Heaven Skill cultivated Soul Power.
But Tang San's face was not cute at the moment.
The right side looked considerably puffier than the left.
There was also a cut on the skin near the outer corner of his eye and brow bone.
His sudden smile pulled at the wound, making Tang San wince in pain.
For some reason, the hammer had flown out of his hand while he was practicing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer that morning.
And struck him in the face.
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