I Want Your Soul Tool

"Heh heh! I think you guys believe those two aren't strong enough, don't you?" Qin Ming spoke.

The Imperial Fight Team fell silent upon hearing Qin Ming's words, indirectly admitting it.

At that moment, Yu Tianheng, the Imperial Fight Team's captain, who had been sitting beside the stone table with his eyes closed, finally spoke.

"Teacher Qin, you are the Imperial Fight Team's leader and also the 'second-youngest' Soul Emperor. You have greatly helped our cultivation, and we respect you. But that does not mean just anyone can join the Imperial Fight Team."

Qin Ming rubbed his forehead with a headache. This disciple of his was good in every way—brave, decisive, and fairly meticulous. But he was far too competitive and proud. His Martial Soul was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, known as the "number one Beast Martial Soul under heaven." Deep down, Yu Tianheng seemed to regard himself as the foremost member of Douluo Continent's younger generation.

After steadying himself, Qin Ming turned his gaze toward Zu Zong and Xiao Wu and said seriously, "Zu Zong, Xiao Wu, introduce your Martial Souls and Soul Power to them."

Xiao Wu looked toward Zu Zong and met his eyes, seeking his permission. Zu Zong nodded.

The next moment, dazzling light lit up around Xiao Wu and Zu Zong. Under its faint glow, subtle changes began to occur in their bodies. Gentle Soul Power rippled around them, and three Soul Rings slowly rose beneath their feet—yellow, yellow, purple—circling their bodies.

"Zu Zong. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Control and enhanced assault type. Level thirty-eight, three-ring Tool Soul Elder."

"Xiao Wu. Martial Soul: Rabbit. Assault type. Level thirty-three, three-ring Battle Soul Elder."

The Imperial Fight Team collectively sucked in a cold breath.

Two Soul Elders who were only twelve or thirteen? What kind of joke was this? Since when had geniuses become so worthless?

Dugu Yan could not help crying out, "How is that possible? How old are those two?"

Even Yu Tianheng was too shocked to speak. Twelve or thirteen years old, yet level thirty-eight—his pride had taken a severe blow.

Qin Ming, on the other hand, felt much better. His troublesome students had always acted as though heaven came first and earth came second. It was time they received a proper lesson. Besides, not only them—even Qin Ming himself had been just like that before.

Seeing everyone's reactions, a strange smile appeared on Xiao Wu's lips. She stuck out her tongue and made a face at Dugu Yan. "Bleh, bleh, bleh! Old lady, do you still dare say that Xiao Zong and I got in through the back door?"

"You!" Xiao Wu infuriated Dugu Yan, and a vein bulged on her forehead. But how could someone as strong-willed as her admit defeat so easily? She said, "Hmph! What use is high Soul Power alone? What matters is actual combat. If you can defeat me, I'll acknowledge your strength."

"Bring it on! You think I'm scared of you?" Provoked by Dugu Yan, Xiao Wu immediately agreed.

Hearing Xiao Wu agree, Dugu Yan's lips curled into a slight arc. She really is an easily fooled young girl!

Her Martial Soul was the Jade Phosphorous Serpent, and she specialized in poison. She was a control-type Soul Master. Among Soul Masters of the same level, other than her boyfriend Yu Tianheng, she did not believe she would lose to anyone. Much less to a Rabbit five levels below her.

As for that level-thirty-eight Blue Silver Grass? What even was Blue Silver Grass? It was just a trash Martial Soul. No matter how high its cultivation level was, it was still trash.

"Imperial Fight Team vice-captain Dugu Yan. Martial Soul: Jade Phosphorous Serpent. Level thirty-eight control-type Battle Soul Master. Will you two come one at a time, or together?"

As she spoke, Dugu Yan summoned her Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul. Three Soul Rings rose beneath her feet and circled her body, likewise in the optimal yellow, yellow, purple configuration.

Although Xiao Wu knew her Soul Power was inferior to her opponent's, admitting defeat was even more impossible. She stepped around Zu Zong and moved forward. "I—"

Before she could finish, a hand landed on her shoulder. It was Zu Zong, stopping her.

Zu Zong shook his head. "Let me do it. Her Jade Phosphorous Serpent is incredibly poisonous, and your level is much lower than hers. You'll get hurt."

For once, Xiao Wu did not complain. Instead, her little face flushed crimson as she stood frozen in place. Her mind kept replaying Zu Zong's words: You'll get hurt. I'd be heartbroken if that happened. (She imagined the second half herself, hehe.)

"Damn, this old rabbit has gone crazy again." Zu Zong ignored the Rabbit lost in springtime thoughts and fixed his gaze on Dugu Yan. "You're level thirty-eight, and so am I. We're both control-type Soul Masters. This fight is perfectly fair."

Dugu Yan paid no attention to Zu Zong's words. In her eyes, whether they came one at a time or both at once, the outcome would be the same. "Fine. In that case, let's go to the open space over there. It's more suitable for fighting."

"Wait, I'm not finished yet."

"What else? Say it all at once," Dugu Yan said, clearly growing impatient.

The mood suddenly shifted, and a sly grin appeared on Zu Zong's lips. "If we lose, we have to leave the Imperial Fight Team. But if we win, we get nothing. That's far too unfair."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"It's nothing much. The Rabbit behind me, who's grinning like an idiot, is missing a Storage Soul Tool." At the mention of Soul Tools, Zu Zong could not help feeling a headache. Over the past few years, the Stealing System had never gotten him a Soul Tool. Since he had System Space himself, he had never specifically bought one.

But the problem was that the old rabbit did not have one either. After graduating, she kept stuffing everything into his hands—little underwear, bras, and the like—driving him to distraction. Several times, he had nearly been unable to hold himself back.

"You—" Dugu Yan was disgusted by Zu Zong's words. He wanted to get a Storage Soul Tool for nothing. Though she did not believe she would lose and did not care much about a single Storage Soul Tool, she could not simply let someone take advantage of her for free.

At that moment, the silent Yu Tianheng patted Dugu Yan's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Yan Zi, be careful later. That person isn't simple."

"I know, Tian Heng." Dugu Yan listened to Yu Tianheng's words, but she did not think any more highly of Zu Zong because of them. In her eyes, he was merely a somewhat handsome but useless pretty face. How powerful could Blue Silver Grass possibly be?

Turning her gaze back to Zu Zong, Dugu Yan said solemnly, "Fine. But if you lose, not only will you leave the Imperial Fight Team, you'll also leave Heaven Dou Royal Academy."

Zu Zong readily agreed. "Fine, no problem!"

Everyone moved to an open area outside the Bamboo Forest, with Qin Ming, the Imperial Fight Team's leader, serving as referee.

Zu Zong and Dugu Yan stood in the center of the clearing, facing each other.

"This is only a spar between fellow students. Stop before things go too far, and don't hurt the harmony between you," Qin Ming said. He knew Dugu Yan's strength well. Among the younger generation, she was considered above average. But he was even more curious about Zu Zong's strength. Blue Silver Grass with a fire attribute had been called by the education committee member Zhi Lin, a Spirit Douluo, an existence comparable to a top-grade Martial Soul. Just how strong could it be?