Eagerly Delivering Enhancement Points

Eagerly Delivering Enhancement Points

More and more students gathered in the Soul Duel Zone. By visual estimate, there were already nearly four hundred of them.

"Ye Qingchen."

A voice brimming with anger startled Huo Yuhao. When he turned around, he saw Wang Dong, fully dressed, walking toward him.

"Wang Dong, why are you here too?" Huo Yuhao asked in confusion.

Wang Dong's face alternated between red and pale. "Where is Ye Qingchen?"

Huo Yuhao froze for a moment before saying, "Ye-dage is competing in the Soul Duel Arena. Is there something you need him for?"

"Some personal business," Wang Dong said, her face flushed.

While they were speaking, Ye Qingchen had already walked out of the waiting room and into the arena.

"A first-year student actually dared to challenge an upperclassman?"

"But this little boy is really pretty."

Ye Qingchen smiled and waved at the students watching from the sidelines, though his gaze was searching the stands.

"Bei Bei, Tang Ya, Huo Yuhao, and Wang Dong are all here. But this time, I'm the protagonist."

Xu Sanshi entered the Soul Duel Arena as well, accompanied by a teacher.

The referee walked to the center of the arena and said gravely, "First-year student Ye Qingchen challenges fifth-year student Xu Sanshi. If Xu Sanshi loses, he must additionally pay ten Gold Soul Coins. Are both of you ready?"

Ye Qingchen and Xu Sanshi nodded to the referee at the same time.

As the few people in the stands watched the situation on the duel platform, Huo Yuhao broke the silence. "Who do you think will win, Ye-dage or that senior?"

Tang Ya said, "That guy Xu Sanshi possesses a very powerful mutated martial soul called the Mystic Tortoise. It has both water and earth attributes, and its defense is exceptionally strong—said to be impregnable. But none of us has ever seen Ye Qingchen's true strength, so it's impossible to say who will win."

"The match begins." After making the announcement, the referee quickly retreated.

The previously noisy Soul Duel Zone fell utterly silent in an instant. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two people in the arena.

Silver light flickered as silver scales instantly covered Ye Qingchen's entire body. The Silver Dragon King martial soul was unleashed.

On the other side, Xu Sanshi refused to be outdone. His body swelled again, stretching his school uniform taut, while a massive tortoise-shell shield appeared in his right hand.

Both men slowly stepped sideways, their sharp gazes locked on one another as dense Soul Power continuously surged upward. Silver-white on one side, black on the other—their auras were clearly divided within the Soul Duel Arena.

In an instant, Ye Qingchen arrived roughly five meters from Xu Sanshi. He suddenly leaped into the air, his right arm smashing straight toward Xu Sanshi.

Xu Sanshi remained unhurried. He shifted his left foot half a step back and crouched slightly, raising the heavy shield in his right hand before him to fully protect his body. Pitch-black Soul Power poured from the tortoise-shell shield, faintly forming a black barrier of light.

Boom—

Ye Qingchen's strike landed on the thick black tortoise-shell shield, sending Xu Sanshi sliding backward five meters.

"What terrifying physical strength! I underestimated him."

The first of Xu Sanshi's three soul rings, a yellow hundred-year soul ring, lit up. The black glow on his tortoise-shell shield immediately intensified twofold, and a powerful black halo instantly spread out from the shield.

Mystic Tremor

Mystic Tremor was an area-of-effect knockback skill that also had a certain stunning effect. Yet to Xu Sanshi's surprise, Ye Qingchen was not forced back—instead, Xu Sanshi himself was driven backward.

Ye Qingchen did not stop there. One afterimage after another remained on the duel platform. Empowered by his speed, the sharpness of his dragon claws forcibly tore open a gap in the black barrier.

"Ye Qingchen is incredibly fast. Even Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track can't compare." Bei Bei spoke as he looked at Tang Ya.

"That's right. What astonishing speed." Tang Ya was equally shocked. Could reviving the Tang Sect really be possible?

Though startled, Xu Sanshi's movements were not slow in the slightest. His second and third soul rings lit up one after another.

But at the very moment he unleashed his second and third Soul Skills, his consciousness suddenly blurred for an instant. The two Soul Skills abruptly stalled, and he actually failed to release them immediately.

Ye Qingchen crouched slightly and grabbed the lower edge of the tortoise-shell shield. It was already too late for Xu Sanshi to release his Soul Skills. Once Ye Qingchen got behind the shield, Xu Sanshi's tragedy was inevitable.

Ice Seal

The next moment, Xu Sanshi could only be frozen in place. The match ended even faster than anyone had expected. Many people had not even clearly seen the entire exchange before Ye Qingchen defeated his opponent and claimed victory.

"First-year student Ye Qingchen wins." The referee's announcement rang out.

Xu Sanshi's body's resistance truly was formidable. Once the ice thawed, he was able to stop himself, but he still stammered as he spoke. "You... you cheated."

"If being fast counts as cheating, then I have no rebuttal. Hand over the Mystic Water Pill." Ye Qingchen spoke coldly.

"Don't you know how precious the Mystic Water Pill is?" Xu Sanshi asked.

"If it weren't precious, I wouldn't want it. Hurry up. Stop dragging this out." Ye Qingchen spoke coldly.

Reluctantly, Xu Sanshi took out a pill. It was a dark blue pill, as large as a cherry, with numerous white patterns on its surface. After it was poured from its porcelain bottle, a faint mist of water lingered around it. A fresh fragrance remained in the air, refreshing the heart and mind.

Host has thoroughly beaten Xu Sanshi. Reward: Enhancement Points ×3. Enhance?

"Enhance."

Enhancement successful. Host Enhancement Level: 15+

"Little Yuhao, this Mystic Water Pill is for you." Ye Qingchen handed Huo Yuhao a porcelain bottle.

"Thank you, Ye-dage." Huo Yuhao accepted the bottle.

"Enough with the nonsense. Give me something substantial—I'm still hungry," Ye Qingchen said, waving a hand.

"Right away, Ye-dage. I'll go prepare it now," Huo Yuhao said before leaving.

"Why did you come here, Wang Dong?" Ye Qingchen asked.

"Ye Qingchen, what exactly did you see?" Wang Dong said with her head lowered.

"Didn't I already tell you? I didn't see anything," Ye Qingchen said.

"Ye Qingchen, can you teach me that movement technique?" Wang Dong suddenly asked.

"Hm?" Ye Qingchen was somewhat puzzled. That fast? Delivering Enhancement Points right to my door?

"Fine. I'll teach you the Three Thousand Thunder Illusory Body along with the Yin-Yang Creation Art, but you must promise not to pass these techniques on to anyone else," Ye Qingchen said.

"Alright. Trust me."

After hearing the answer he wanted, Ye Qingchen slowly approached Wang Dong. His forehead pressed against hers, and a ray of light entered Wang Dong's forehead. Ye Qingchen also tampered with that portion of Wang Dong's divine sense; as long as she circulated the technique, that portion of her divine sense would be forcibly absorbed.