Self-Created Soul Skill

After the battle ended, Ma Hongjun carried Wang Xiaofeng to the spectator stands.

"Xiaofeng, you look way too miserable." Dai Mubai pointed at Wang Xiaofeng and burst out laughing.

But honestly, Wang Xiaofeng's current appearance really did make him look like someone who had barely survived a battlefield. Everything below his knees was too horrible to look at. His calves looked like charred sausages, split open in several places, with glimpses of bone visible beneath.

Wang Xiaofeng rolled his eyes at Dai Mubai and accepted the Sausage and cured sausage Oscar handed him, eating them both.

Only then did Wang Xiaofeng feel waves of pain radiating from his calves, as though countless ants were tearing into them. (He had not felt pain earlier because his Soul Power had damaged his sensory nerves.)

"Xiaofeng, are you okay?" Oscar asked worriedly as he looked at Wang Xiaofeng's deathly pale face, slick with cold sweat.

"...I'm... fine..." Wang Xiaofeng muttered through gritted teeth.

After eating several more sausages and resting for a while, Wang Xiaofeng finally felt the pain recede like a tide.

"Whew. I'd be an idiot if I ever used that move again." Wang Xiaofeng took the tissue Ma Hongjun handed him and wiped the sweat from his face. He was already soaked from head to toe. He jumped lightly in place and felt that the injuries on his feet had mostly recovered. A couple more days of sausages should be enough for a full recovery.

Douluo Continent really was unscientific.

After registering their Points, Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun split the money they had earned and agreed to come back for another match when they had time.

Once Flander saw that all four had finished their matches, he found a tea shop and ordered four cups of the cheapest tea, asking them to summarize the shortcomings of their first Soul Arena fights.

Oscar did not have much to say. Support System Soul Masters were always like this in Soul Arena matches. Unless it was a team battle, support systems were not particularly useful, much less food systems.

Mubai had even less to say. They had won entirely because of him today. Whether in tactics or combat experience, he was far beyond the average level.

Then it was Ma Hongjun's turn to reflect on himself. After all, if he had not been so careless, the opponent would never have been able to attack Wang Xiaofeng, their support, at all.

"Why are you all staring at me? I think I did pretty well." Wang Xiaofeng took a sip of tea before noticing that everyone else at the table was watching him.

"Xiaofeng, I'm just curious. What was that move where you vanished in an instant?" Oscar was extremely curious about the technique Wang Xiaofeng had used at the end.

"You're all curious?" Wang Xiaofeng looked at the curiosity in the three men's eyes. Even Flander beside them nodded with great interest.

"That move is a Self-Created Soul Skill that I haven't perfected yet. The principle is to compress Soul Power in the feet, then release it in an instant through an explosion. That creates a powerful thrust for rapid movement."

The move called "Flash" had been created by Wang Xiaofeng after drawing inspiration from the principle of bullets.

Over the years, Wang Xiaofeng had come up with plenty of Self-Created Soul Skills and martial arts manuals. However, because he lacked an understanding of his own meridians, the martial arts manuals had been shelved first. Perhaps they would see the light of day again once conditions were right.

The Navy Six Styles could not be replicated at all, because they relied on the powerful physical constitution of the One Piece World. In Douluo? Forget it and go to sleep.

There was also Haki. Once a Beast Martial Soul Avatar was activated, it basically came with Haki-like effects already, making it completely useless.

There was even less need to mention the moves from Naruto. Soul Power in this world was far more volatile than chakra. Even the only technique with any hope of replication, making a Rasengan, required the assistance of Soul Skills, so that too had been shelved.

"You want to learn it? I can teach you." Ignoring the gleam in the three men's eyes, Wang Xiaofeng said calmly, "But you saw how miserable I looked just now. That was my first time using it in actual combat. Honestly, if Oscar hadn't been there, I wouldn't have dared use this Self-Created Soul Skill at all."

Seeing their faces gradually dim, Wang Xiaofeng changed his tone. "Of course, if you want to learn, then learn it. Maybe one day you'll need it to escape with your lives."

"Xiaofeng, you really are our good brother!"

Flander watched the four of them fooling around. Back then, he too had laughed and played happily with his brothers, carefree and thoughtless. Yet in the blink of an eye, more than twenty years had passed.

Early the next morning, Wang Xiaofeng dragged the other three out of bed.

On the Training Field, besides Wang Xiaofeng and the other three, Zhao Wuji was also there. After all, herding one sheep was herding, and herding a flock was still herding.

Zhao Wuji rubbed his head helplessly. He had been sleeping perfectly well that morning when Wang Xiaofeng suddenly woke him, saying he wanted to teach him a Self-Created Soul Skill. How was that possible? Self-Created Soul Skills were the treasures of every sect. How could a little kid from a commoner background possibly know one?

"All right, I'll guide your Soul Power now. Remember the circulation route, and don't resist carelessly."

"Oscar first." Wang Xiaofeng grabbed Oscar's hand and slowly poured Soul Power into his body, guiding its flow.

One minute later, they opened their eyes at the same time. "What? This is really easy." Oscar declared that he had learned it.

Afterward, Wang Xiaofeng repeated the process, and Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Zhao Wuji learned it in turn.

Zhao Wuji considered it carefully and found this Self-Created Soul Skill quite interesting. It was as though it had been tailor-made for him.

"Xiaofeng, that brain of yours is really sharp. How did Old Zhao never think of such a simple and practical Soul Skill?" Zhao Wuji patted Wang Xiaofeng on the shoulder, thoroughly satisfied with this student.

"Xiaofeng, I want to try it!" Dai Mubai was like a child who had just received a new toy, eager to test it out.

"Sure. We'll stand farther away from you, and we'll put protection in place first." Wang Xiaofeng had plenty of experience dealing with reckless kids. Skip one day of discipline, and they would tear the roof off the house.

Then, Wang Xiaofeng cast his First Soul Skill on Dai Mubai.

"White Tiger, possess." Dai Mubai did not dare be careless. Wang Xiaofeng's miserable state was still fresh in his mind. "First Soul Skill, White Tiger Barrier." A membrane of light instantly covered his body.

Wang Xiaofeng propped up a wooden board and shouted to Dai Mubai fifty meters away, "Try attacking this wooden board."

"All right." Dai Mubai calmed himself as the Soul Power within his body began gathering in his legs. Instantly, intense pain repeatedly slammed into his mind.

"This isn't something humans can practice." Dai Mubai gritted his teeth, endured the agony, and released all his Soul Power in one burst.

Wang Xiaofeng and the other two only saw Dai Mubai vanish from where he stood with a bang, leaving behind two deep footprints. Only Zhao Wuji saw clearly, but even he was shocked, because in that instant, Dai Mubai had erupted with speed comparable to that of a level-40 agility attack-system Soul Ancestor.

"Where's Mubai?" Oscar looked toward the wooden board but could not find him.

Zhao Wuji pointed behind them. Dai Mubai had failed to control it and gone in the opposite direction.

By the time the four reached Dai Mubai, they were all frightened by his miserable appearance.

Wang Xiaofeng patted his chest. "So that's how miserable I looked at the Soul Arena."

"Oscar, hurry and give me two sausages." Dai Mubai really wanted to beat up these spectators. Couldn't they see how miserable he was?

Only after eating the sausages did Dai Mubai understand the pain Wang Xiaofeng had endured. "Xia...ofeng, I... really... admire... you."

Dai Mubai was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, but he did not cry out. Wang Xiaofeng admired Dai Mubai as well, since Wang Xiaofeng himself had only gotten used to it after hurting for a while.

It took a while before Dai Mubai recovered, though he was much worse off than Wang Xiaofeng. Who told him to compress so much Soul Power all at once? He probably would not be able to chase girls for a week. For the next few days, he could only cultivate peacefully at the academy.

"Mubai has already given you a very good demonstration."

"Unless your meridians can withstand compressed Soul Power and your body's defenses are high enough to ignore the damage caused by the Soul Power explosion, using this move means waiting to die where you stand."

Oscar and Ma Hongjun nodded with lingering fear. Even Dai Mubai, the strongest among them, had ended up like this. They should wait until Wang Xiaofeng perfected the move before using it.

"Xiaofeng, can I give it a try?" Zhao Wuji had long wanted to shake off this cumbersome style of fighting. Today, he could finally be an agility attack-system Battle Soul Master for once.

"Sure, Teacher Zhao." Wang Xiaofeng had invited Zhao Wuji precisely because he wanted him to be an experimental guinea pig.

Watching Zhao Wuji activate his Martial Soul Avatar, Wang Xiaofeng could not help breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Don't—"

Before Wang Xiaofeng could finish speaking, a fierce gale blasted the group away.

When the dust settled, Wang Xiaofeng and the other three saw a hundred meters of shattered ground and collapsed buildings.

"Don't try it here," Wang Xiaofeng muttered.

That night, Wang Xiaofeng sat on the roof and entered meditation while listening to Zhao Wuji's screams.