Another Soul Bone?

Seeing this, the azure figure in the air flapped its wings and caught her, then slowly descended and delivered her before the boy.

"You worked hard."

Holding the girl's soft, light body in his arms, Su Chen nodded and withdrew the Water Mirror Technique. The azure figure dissipated along with it.

Qian Renxue looked thoroughly bedraggled at the moment.

Her golden hair was drenched, her light wings were tattered and nearly gone, and droplets of water slid down her snow-white skin. Her soaked clothes perfectly outlined her still-developing figure. There was none of her usual imposing coldness left; instead, she looked somewhat pitiable.

Her long eyelashes trembled as those golden eyes slowly opened. After a moment of confusion, she lowered her head dejectedly.

Clearly, she had lost—and it had been a crushing, unquestionable defeat.

From beginning to end, the boy had not even used his first soul ring.

"What soul skill was that?"

she asked softly.

"Put some clothes on first."

Su Chen turned his head aside and took a robe from his Storage Soul Tool, handing it to her. Only then did the girl realize her current state. She hurriedly struggled out of his arms and awkwardly slipped it on.

"Thank you."

Qian Renxue struggled to stand steady, a faint flush passing over her pretty face.

After all these years, this was the first time she had ended up in such an improper state before someone else—and before a boy, no less.

Well, even if he was still young.

The golden-haired girl still felt rather uncomfortable.

"You're welcome."

Once Qian Renxue was properly dressed, Su Chen took the initiative to dispel the Hidden Mist Technique blocking their view, revealing the situation in the arena.

"Well? Well?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo anxiously stared into the arena. He could have directly probed the mist with his Spiritual Power, but he feared that the fluctuations would interfere with the two's battle, so he had only observed with his eyes.

Now that the mist had dispersed, he immediately craned his neck forward.

"Looks like Su Chen won."

Ghost Douluo let out a deep breath and sighed. "This kid is truly terrifying. Old Chrysanthemum, I think we were too conservative. He probably won't even need ten years before he can hang us up and beat us senseless."

It was not that they had never considered Su Chen winning, but they had never imagined he would do so with such effortless ease.

"Tell me, if all restrictions were lifted, could the Great Enshrined Elder's granddaughter win?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo asked as he watched the two talking below.

"Hard to say. She didn't use her full strength, but did Su Chen use all of his?"

Ghost Douluo shook his head. "Don't forget that the kid has a soul skill that can instantly boost his strength, as well as that blue sphere. Back when he was a Soul Elder, the power of that sphere was no weaker than a Soul Elder's. Now that he's become a Soul Grandmaster and gained a ten-thousand-year second ring, no one knows how strong it is. And there's also that move that copies other people's techniques..."

Gui Mei could not help but exclaim, "It's simply too terrifying. If it has no major restrictions, wouldn't he be able to create combat power comparable to his enemy out of thin air?"

"Indeed."

Yue Guan nodded in complete agreement.

The boy's other abilities were powerful as well, but in his view, this was the most outrageous one.

"His Holiness the Pope—hm?"

He turned, intending to call Bibi Dong over, only to find that the graceful figure had already started walking toward the boy.

"This technique of mine has quite severe limitations. It's not as powerful as you imagine."

Su Chen shook his head, his dark eyes fixed on the golden-haired girl before him. "You only lost because you know too little about me."

The boy was not lying about that.

The Water Mirror Technique truly was an overpowered ninjutsu, but its flaws were also obvious.

First, the copied shadow was not under the boy's control. It would only actively attack the target, while its fighting style and experience were drawn from the original target, making it easy to guard against and counter.

Second, this soul skill consumed a horrifying amount of Chakra—so much that it could instantly drain all of his Soul Power.

The stronger the target, the greater the consumption. If Su Chen tried to copy a Titled Douluo now, he could be drained to death and still fail to create one. A Soul Ancestor was already the absolute limit, and even then, it would not last long.

Why had Su Chen only used one ninjutsu, the Water Dragon Bullet?

Because his Chakra had nearly run dry. If not for the Immortal Body constantly restoring it, even releasing a second soul skill would have been difficult.

In short, he still needed to use this ninjutsu sparingly in the future—at least until his Chakra turned into chakratons.

"A loss is a loss. There's nothing to say. I was just curious."

The golden-haired girl shook her head and gave Su Chen a deep look. Then she looked at Bibi Dong, who had nearly reached the boy yet did not spare her a single glance. A trace of self-mockery flashed across her pretty face.

"You truly deserve all this. It is well deserved."

After saying that, she limped toward the edge of the training ground.

Her somewhat frail-looking back vanished into the darkness.

"As expected, you are the only one who never disappoints me, little one."

A cool voice carrying a hint of gentleness sounded beside the boy's ear. Su Chen withdrew his gaze, and his body instinctively pulled away. Somewhat helplessly, he looked at those wine-red eyes staring unblinkingly at him and cupped his hands. "His Holiness the Pope."

"Didn't I tell you? You don't need to be so formal."

Bibi Dong's red lips curved upward as she covered her mouth and chuckled. A faint blush colored her stunningly beautiful face, making her seem incomparably enchanting.

Unlike Qian Renxue, His Holiness the Pope displayed the charm of a mature woman almost to its fullest.

"Go on, what reward do you want?"

She lazily stretched her waist, displaying her perfect curves fully before the boy. Her full, rounded peaks even quivered playfully, rippling with a glistening pale softness.

This woman truly had no reservations around him.

"No need. Something like this doesn't count as a reward."

Su Chen sighed and waved his hand.

He had already gotten his reward: a Thousand-Year Soul Bone, enough to advance his research by a great deal.

"This is the Pope's command. You may not refuse. Besides, this makes me very happy."

Bibi Dong blinked her beautiful eyes. After thinking for a moment, her eyes lit up.

"Right. You seem to enjoy researching soul bones, so I'll reward you with a soul bone."

As she spoke, the ring on her hand flashed. A crystal radiating Soul Power fluctuations was forcibly stuffed into the boy's hands by Bibi Dong.

"Two Elders, let's go. Oh, and little one, you may attend the meeting in half an hour. We'll have plenty of dealings with each other in the future anyway."

His Holiness the Pope waved her hand, called to the two elders whose expressions were somewhat resentful, and left the First Training Ground.

Only Su Chen remained, staring at the soul bone in his hand that radiated dense Soul Power fluctuations, then at the soul bone stored in his Storage Soul Tool, lost in thought.

One fight, two soul bones?

If I remember correctly, even the finals of the Soul Master Tournament only had three soul bones, right?

No wonder Spirit Hall's two richest and most powerful women are so wealthy!

Could opportunities like this happen a few more times?