I Am a Power-Attack Type

A Soul Master with a scar on his face stepped out from behind a tree.

The Scarred Soul Master radiated a fierce aura. The greatsword slung over his shoulder was undoubtedly his martial soul. What drew the most attention was not his scarred face, but the three Spirit Rings floating around him. Without question, he was a Three-ring Soul Master.

Strictly speaking, this was still the outermost edge of the Star Dou Great Forest. Those hunting souls here generally did not exceed three rings.

Once a Soul Master reached the Three-ring Soul Master level, they could hunt thousand-year Spirit Rings and would not linger in these hundred-year regions. Moreover, by then, a Soul Master's ability to protect themselves was already quite strong. Under normal circumstances, they would carry supplies and survive deep within the forest for extended periods.

Madara had defeated those Soul Masters so easily because none of the people lingering in the hundred-year region were particularly formidable.

But there were exceptions to everything, and the Three-ring Soul Master before him was one of them.

Moreover, this Scarface seemed to be an acquaintance. He was the leader of the group that had clashed with Madara yesterday.

Meng Yiran's grandparents were renowned powerhouses, so naturally, he did not dare provoke them.

But Madara was different. He was all alone, making him the perfect target for revenge.

"I didn't expect to run into you here! Looks like even the heavens want you dead!" Scarface grinned, the scar on his face twisting like a distorted centipede.

Madara shot back without yielding, "A Three-ring Soul Master? Perfect. I haven't killed one before."

As though he had heard the greatest joke in the world, Scarface laughed until tears nearly came out. Pointing at Madara, he said, "Hahaha! You? A One-Ring Soul Master like you wants to kill a Three-ring Soul Master like me?"

Madara placed a hand on the knot of rope over his shoulder and slowly untied it. His expression was hidden beneath his loose bangs, but his voice seemed to rise from the Nine Nether Hells. "Then I'll have to give it a try!"

Time to go all out! How exciting!

Madara suddenly felt that this was what true battle was—staking everything on the line: Soul Power, ninja tools, Chakra, even his life!

Rumble!

The weighted iron blocks on Madara's body slowly fell away. Each one that hit the ground kicked up a plume of dust as tall as a person.

No, this still wasn't enough!

Madara knew that the man before him was not merely someone who had just broken through to Three-ring Soul Master. He was at least level 33. He was absolutely no weakling!

"Then, Gate of Opening, open! Gate of Healing, open!"

Having pushed himself to the limit, Madara's aura surged once more, rising step by step until it could even contend with the Scarface Soul Master opposite him.

Was this really a One-Ring Soul Master?

Meng Yiran was stunned rigid. Madara had utterly overturned her understanding of Soul Grand Masters without Spirit Rings.

Meng Yiran's feelings were complicated. Once the proud daughter of heaven, she was now pondering a question.

Am I really too weak? The confused Meng Yiran did not know the answer.

Meng Yiran was far from the only one shocked by Madara. Snake Grandma Chao Tianxiang, who had just arrived, was as well.

"Old man! This boy is far too suitable for our granddaughter!" Snake Grandma Chao Tianxiang stood beside Dragon Duke, smiling so broadly that the wrinkles on her aged face resembled a chrysanthemum.

"Indeed!" Dragon Duke was also astonished. Madara's performance had far exceeded his expectations. Originally, he had planned to step in and form a good connection.

But now he had changed his mind. He had a feeling that one ring against three might not necessarily lose. Madara was about to find out just how many minutes a Three-ring Soul Master could last.

Madara had absolute confidence that he would win. If he did not, he would die!

Everything that had just happened took place in the blink of an eye. Scarface had thought killing a One-Ring Soul Master would be a sure thing.

But now, it seemed he had gotten himself into trouble!

"Tell me, what does power-attack type mean?" Madara rolled his neck and asked with murderous intent. "Do you all think it refers to the martial soul?"

"Now let me tell you: power-attack type refers to Soul Masters who dare to attack relentlessly!" Before Madara's words had even faded, he charged at Scarface in a streak of afterimages.

So fast!

Scarface's pupils contracted sharply. Just as he tried to leap backward, Madara had already closed in before his feet could even leave the ground.

"Blade Aura!" Seeing that retreat was impossible, Scarface decisively unleashed his First Spirit Skill. His greatsword slashed toward Madara with a wailing gust of wind.

How could Madara possibly let him succeed so easily?

The Blade Aura Scarface had unleashed was already nearly in front of Madara. Even Meng Yiran, watching from afar, felt her heart rise to her throat.

Yet Madara's gaze did not change in the slightest. With his other hand, he calmly raised his fan to block it.

"Is this all you've got?" Madara asked even as he warded off the Blade Aura.

"Is that so?" Scarface clearly did not think so. He said confidently, "It's not over yet!"

Then, the First Spirit Ring behind Scarface began flashing wildly, and countless Blade Auras surged forth like a barrage.

"I forgot to tell you! My First Spirit Skill consumes very little!" Scarface said arrogantly. The greatsword in his hand swung so quickly that it left afterimages.

Madara's defense immediately became difficult, because after being blocked, the Blade Auras did not shatter. Instead, they continued battering against his fan as though they were solid.

As the number of Blade Auras continued to grow, Madara's stamina was depleted ever faster, and the situation began shifting against him.

If it came down to endurance, Madara had not yet obtained his Second Spirit Ring. He certainly could not outlast this Three-ring Soul Master.

Naturally, Madara would not sit and await death. He planted the scythe in his right hand into the ground, pulled countless Shuriken from his ninja tool pouch, and hurled them at Scarface, who was swinging his blade while retreating.

Scarface was also highly experienced. Faced with Madara's attack, he showed no panic at all and intended to slip through the gaps between the ninja tools.

But in that instant of distraction, Madara had already seized his opening. The First Spirit Ring behind him flashed.

Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Claw Crimson!

Every kunai Madara threw had secretly been imbued with the Uchiha Throwing Technique. The instant their trajectories changed, Madara activated his soul skill as well.

The burning ninja-tool shuriken spun outward in every direction, streaks of fiery light flashing so brilliantly that they dazzled the eye.

This move was impossible to evade!

Scarface's expression changed. He clearly had not expected Madara to attack at such a moment, catching him completely off guard.

Still, Scarface had survived in the Star Dou Great Forest. He possessed a ferocity far beyond that of ordinary soul masters.

His face hardened. Holding his blade in reverse, his second soul ring flashed behind him, and he viciously stabbed the weapon into the ground.

Earth Splitting Slash!

The original effect of Scarface's soul skill was to split the ground, sending a fissure racing toward his opponent.

But through his flexible use of it, a huge chasm split open beneath his own feet and swallowed him in an instant.

Madara's attack immediately came to nothing, evaded by Scarface's almost miraculous maneuver.

Madara found this extremely troublesome as well. Back in the Shinobi World, the ninjutsu he encountered had been nothing more than various escape techniques. They were nowhere near as bizarre and strange as the soul skills of Douluo Continent.

Taking advantage of the moment, Madara raised the sickle in his other hand and shattered every strand of Blade Aura pressing against his War Fan, finally catching his breath.

The balance between offense and defense had completely shifted. Scarface had clearly lost the initiative; next, he would have to experience Madara's strength.