Body Sect Elbow Strike!

Han Yu's eyes instantly turned crimson, and the Three Tomoe Sharingan appeared within his pupils.

The black tomoe spun rapidly in his eyes as an extremely cold Soul Power fluctuation radiated outward.

A trace of surprise flashed through Du Busi's eyes. Compared to a few days ago, Han Yu's Spiritual Power had grown even stronger.

"Here I come!"

Han Yu tossed a Tachi to his Shadow Clone. They exchanged a glance and attacked at the same time.

The Shadow Clone drifted about like a ghost, slashing left and stabbing right, rapidly disrupting Du Busi's attention.

Meanwhile, Han Yu seized the opportunity to launch a fierce assault from the flank. His longsword whistled through the air, each strike precisely aimed at Du Busi's vital points.

Du Busi sneered. As a Super Douluo, his combat experience was anything but ordinary. He skillfully used evasive movements to conceal his whereabouts, making it difficult for Han Yu and the Shadow Clone to pin down his position.

"Han Yu, this won't do. You're still far too slow. You can't even touch the hem of this old man's robe."

Han Yu's gaze narrowed slightly, and the Tachi in his hand shone even brighter as Soul Power poured into it.

Shing!

The Sharingan activated!

Han Yu's crimson eyes blazed brightly, flashing with an unbelievable light.

The Sharingan granted him dynamic vision far beyond that of an ordinary person, allowing him to precisely capture every minute change in movement—even the slightest hint of cunning at the corner of Du Busi's eyes.

He attacked again, bringing his blade down. Du Busi evaded at an extremely bizarre angle, clenched his right fist, and swiftly struck toward Han Yu.

Han Yu sneered. "Slow. Far too slow. That kind of speed is beneath notice in my eyes."

Just as Du Busi's fist was about to hit Han Yu, Han Yu twisted his body and dodged it at an unbelievable angle.

"Interesting!"

Interest flared in Du Busi's eyes. Under normal circumstances, Han Yu should not have been able to dodge that strike.

As if their minds were linked, the two attacked each other simultaneously. Their figures overlapped as they clashed once more.

At some point, a light rain had begun to fall over the island, but it did not affect the two and a half combatants in the slightest.

Han Yu swung his blade, Du Busi threw his punches, and the Shadow Clone occasionally launched a sneak attack.

With the Sharingan's powerful dynamic vision, Han Yu silently copied Du Busi's physical techniques.

Body Sect Elbow Strike! x2

Han Yu's body trembled slightly, and the powerful impact forced him to stagger back several steps.

"I never expected your Sharingan could even copy the physical techniques of our Body Sect. Good! Hahaha!"

Sure enough, while he could copy Du Busi's techniques, the gap in their physical abilities was simply too great.

That light collision alone had felt to Han Yu as though a massive truck had slammed into him.

"I'm not fighting anymore. Teacher, you're cheating."

Han Yu said angrily.

Although he could trade blows with Du Busi in terms of technique, their physical attributes were not comparable at all.

They had been fighting for quite a while, but there had actually only been one real collision.

Throughout the fight, Han Yu had relied on the Sharingan to evade, counterattacking from time to time. Yet even though he could clearly see the speed of Du Busi's moves, his own body simply could not keep up with Du Busi's speed.

He would finally be about to land a hit, only for Du Busi to secretly increase his speed, leaving him just short every time.

"Ah, how was I cheating?"

Du Busi asked with an innocent expression.

"Hmph! Every time I'm about to hit you, you secretly use Soul Power to increase your speed. How am I supposed to fight like that? It's no fun."

"You think I couldn't tell you were using Soul Power? If that's the case, I'd rather fight soul beasts!"

Han Yu looked at Du Busi resentfully, somewhat disdainful of his teacher's covertly raised strength.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to notice."

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Du Busi's face, though it quickly vanished. He said with a solemn expression, "I'm doing this for your training. You need to understand that when you travel Douluo Continent in the future, you'll encounter all sorts of scheming bastards. Many of them will be hiding their true strength."

"I'm training you like this so that you won't blindly trust anyone in the future."

"Does that include Teacher?"

Han Yu's leisurely voice drifted over, and Du Busi's serious expression immediately crumbled.

"Well, of course that doesn't include me. You can trust your teacher unconditionally. I would never lie to you. What happened just now was only because Teacher had no choice but to imitate an enemy."

"Han Yu, you have to trust your teacher!"

Du Busi said earnestly.

Han Yu curled his lip. Trust you? My ass. Your skin is thicker than Shrek's city walls. You're just afraid of losing and embarrassing yourself. Was that really necessary?

Seeing that Du Busi refused to admit it no matter what, Han Yu could only ignore him.

Although he had not won just now, Han Yu could clearly feel that his strength had improved dramatically.

Although his Soul Power was still only level thirteen, his actual combat ability was far from as simple as it appeared on the surface.

With the Sharingan's enhancement, ordinary Soul Masters at the Soul Elder level, who only possessed two or three minor skills, could no longer cause him any trouble. That was without even using genjutsu, relying solely on taijutsu.

If he used genjutsu, even a Soul Ancestor might have their throat slit by him in a single stroke.

Of course, that was in a one-on-one situation. As long as his opponent suffered even a moment of mental distraction, he could seize the opportunity and kill them with one slash.

"Would I count as an agility-attack control battle Soul Master?"

Han Yu thought with some amusement. After all, his current build was closer to that of an assassin.

In truth, his close-combat ability was not outstanding, nor was his attack power particularly strong. He relied entirely on skill and genjutsu to control his enemies before finishing them off.

"Come to think of it, agility-attack types don't seem to have much of a reputation on Douluo Continent, do they?"

"They can't beat power-attack types head-on, can't break through defense types' defenses, and are countered by control types. They can only bully support types."

"Now that the era of Soul Tools has arrived, even support types have gained decent defensive and offensive capabilities."

"Looking at it that way, agility-attack types are actually in a pretty awkward position."

Han Yu found it hard to understand. In his view, agility-attack types were practically half-useless already.

People on Douluo Continent rarely carried out assassinations, and there was nothing like an assassin's guild. When they fought, it was always a head-on clash, trading move for move.

Before a fight, they even had to report their ranks to each other, then start showing off their Soul Rings.

It was just like playing a game: tanks and warriors in front, mages and controllers in the middle, and supports in the back.

As long as you took down the enemy's tanks and warriors, you had basically won the match.

Just as Han Yu was thinking, the familiar sensation came again—his Soul Power was sealed, his neck was grabbed, and then he was sent flying!

Again?

From that day onward, Han Yu was tortured every day until he wished he were dead. If Du Busi had not prepared huge quantities of highly nutritious food for him each day, his mind might have collapsed.

The first few days were fine, with nothing more than resisting the water pressure. But later, after Han Yu had adapted...