Mere Gravel, Not Worth Half of Me

The six of them gathered together, staring wide-eyed at one another.

Everyone wore an odd expression.

Dai Mubai felt awkward as he looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

Tang San looked as though he wanted to say something to Xiao Wu, then turned to Ma Hongjun with suspicion written all over his face.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at the dispirited Dai Mubai, then could not help looking at Lu Yuan in the distance. With a sigh, she rubbed her forehead and shook her head.

Ning Rongrong looked from left to right, practically speechless at this lineup.

Six against one.

It sounded great, but that was only if the "six" did not fall apart internally before the fight even began.

"Let's introduce ourselves first."

"My name is Ning Rongrong. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and my Soul Power is Level 26."

With Ning Rongrong taking the lead, the others naturally followed with their introductions.

"Tang San. Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, Soul Power Level 29."

"My name is Xiao Wu. Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul, Soul Power Level 29."

"Zhu Zhuqing. Hell Spirit Cat, Soul Power Level 27."

"I—cough, my name is Dai Mubai. White Tiger Martial Soul, Soul Power Level 37. Don't worry, leave the frontal assault to me."

Perhaps sensing Zhu Zhuqing's cold gaze, Dai Mubai forcibly swallowed the title that had risen to his lips.

The scene of him angering her into leaving last time was still vivid in his mind.

Dai Mubai had no intention of making the same mistake again.

After Dai Mubai finished introducing himself, no one continued.

Everyone turned to look at the bruised and battered Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun rolled his eyes hard. "I won't introduce myself. I'm going to get beaten up later anyway, so I might as well save my breath."

"Giving up before the fight even starts? You really know your place!"

Tang San sneered.

Anyone could hear the mockery in his words.

"If Boss hadn't stopped me, my Phoenix Fire Line would've already roasted you into a skewer!"

"Trash Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass—what kind of attack power could it possibly have?"

Ma Hongjun shot back.

But he was not wrong.

Not to mention mere Blue Silver Grass—even powerful plant-type Martial Souls shared the same weakness: fire.

The only difference was how quickly they burned.

Tang San clenched his fists. "Blue Silver Grass is not a trash Martial Soul!"

"Whether it's trash or not, you know perfectly well."

"Stop arguing!"

Ning Rongrong shouted sharply, cutting off the quarrel between Ma Hongjun and Tang San before it could escalate.

The team composition was actually quite good.

They had assault, agility, control, and support.

Unfortunately, this team could not yet unite as one.

Ning Rongrong felt a headache coming on.

She waved her hand. "Which of you knows anything about our opponent?"

Though she said that, Ning Rongrong kept her eyes on Ma Hongjun.

She could not be sure about the others, but if Ma Hongjun, as Lu Yuan's underling, claimed not to know Boss Lu Yuan's soul skills, Ning Rongrong would not believe him.

"He has a special soul skill that lets him avoid physical attacks. But while using that soul skill, he can still attack others."

Dai Mubai reached up and touched his Adam's apple, revealing the information he knew.

As though recalling something, Xiao Wu's eyes suddenly lit up. She raised her hand and said, "He should be able to teleport a great distance in an instant."

"Twelve years old, Soul Power Level 46."

"His Martial Soul is space. He's an all-round Soul Master."

"Before this battle began, Boss had just fought Boss Zhao."

"And Boss won."

Ma Hongjun gave a bitter smile.

It was precisely because he knew that he had chosen to give up resisting.

What could six people working together possibly change?

Their apparent strength might have been balanced on paper, but their actual strength was lacking; they would crumble at the first blow.

Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically. Grabbing Ma Hongjun by the shoulders, he shook him hard. "Fatty! Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course I am."

Dai Mubai released his grip with a grim expression. He fell silent, lowering his head as he leaned against a tree trunk nearby.

Ning Rongrong was furious.

Whether pure elemental Martial Souls even existed in this world was still an open question. Did claiming that one's Martial Soul was space make it space?

Even her Bone Grandfather, such a powerful Titled Douluo, possessed the Bone Dragon as his Martial Soul.

And that kid's Martial Soul was space?

Heh!

It was not that Ning Rongrong looked down on him—it was simply too outrageous!

"So what if he's a Soul Ancestor?"

"Our team has a Level 37 Soul Grandmaster, two Level 29 Quasi-Soul Grandmasters, me—a Support-type Soul Master from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—and Zhuqing."

Reaching out to pull Zhu Zhuqing over, Ning Rongrong seemed to regain some of her confidence.

"Boss Zhao is a Soul Saint."

"Level 76. His Martial Soul is the Vajra Bear, a Martial Soul with terrifyingly extreme offensive and defensive power."

With his eyes closed, Dai Mubai explained indifferently, then added, "We have almost no chance of winning. Even lasting One Incense Stick under his hands is a luxury."

"But it's not as though we have no chance at all."

Tang San stepped forward.

"His Soul Power is his greatest weakness, because he is only Level 46."

"And added together, our Soul Power amounts to at least one hundred and fifty levels!"

"Even if it takes three portions of our Soul Power to trade for one of his, we can still win!"

Lu Yuan's ears twitched, and the corners of his mouth curled up briefly before returning to normal.

Apparently having already discussed their tactics, the six of them quickly arranged themselves into formation.

Dai Mubai stood at the very front. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were positioned at the flanks, Tang San stood in the center, while Ning Rongrong and Ma Hongjun took the rear.

"Looks like you're ready."

Lu Yuan chuckled. His fingers flickered into afterimages as he lit the incense and planted it in the ground some distance away.

"The Seven Treasures have names: first, Strength!"

"The Seven Treasures have names: second, Speed!"

With Ning Rongrong's delicate shout, five streams of colored light shot from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand, enveloping Tang San and the others.

Ning Rongrong's timing was perfect.

It was slightly early, carrying a hint of prediction, but it did not violate the rules.

With both speed and strength increased by thirty percent, not to mention a country bumpkin like Tang San, even Dai Mubai, a prince, was experiencing such a powerful enhancement for the first time.

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

Black stripes appeared across Dai Mubai's skin.

This was his third soul skill, and also his only soul skill that enhanced himself.

For the half hour the soul skill lasted, his strength, attack power, defense, and resistance to abnormal conditions would all double.

Tang San did not move.

A vast quantity of Blue Silver Grass spread madly outward from beneath his feet.

As a control-type Soul Master, especially after confirming that they would fight a battle of attrition, controlling the field was indispensable.

Although controlling the field consumed a considerable amount of Soul Power, its effect would only grow greater as the battle dragged on.

"White Tiger Light Wave!"

A ball of white light shot from Dai Mubai's mouth.

Before Ning Rongrong's disbelieving eyes, four black soul rings suddenly rose. Lu Yuan's gaze shifted slightly as four enhancements were reapplied to himself.

This was the prelude to unleashing his ultimate.

The Soul Power required to manipulate space was simply enormous.

Without exaggeration, from the moment his Martial Soul awakened until now, Lu Yuan's Soul Power had never once been full.

"Quiet down."

Dazzling Silver Light bloomed at his fingertips.

Ripples dyed silver surfaced in the air, one ring after another.

This ripple differed from the ones before.

Even Tang San and the Others could clearly see these orderly yet disorderly ripples!

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, and half the Soul Power within his body instantly drained away.

His ten fingers suddenly curled as though grasping something. Lu Yuan heaved upward with all his strength, and a semicircular transparent barrier descended like a massive cover, trapping Tang San and the others within.

Domain—Draw Ground as Prison!

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P.S.: Now do you understand why I made all the protagonist's soul skills buffs?

P.S.: The protagonist was somewhat like Kakashi now. His skills were insanely powerful, but he did not have enough mana—or rather, he did not have enough mana when using his ultimate moves.

P.S.: Soul Power was roughly equivalent to a gaseous state, while divine power was roughly equivalent to a liquid state. Once it became solidified, it would be time to break through the boundaries of the world.

P.S.: Some readers kept saying the buffs I wrote were underwhelming, but the protagonist could not possibly be flawless, right? Spatial Ability alone allowed him to fight across levels. If its consumption were low too, he might as well go and take down Tang Hao directly!

With Level 46 Soul Power, if his skills were powerful and consumed little energy, then even taking down a certain Level One God would not be difficult as long as he used them sparingly.