Garlic Turtle Has Fans Too

"Get lost!!"

Watching the vines coil around him, Dai Mubai grew increasingly irritated. His hands transformed into tiger claws and slashed furiously, trying to cut the vines apart.

At the same time, a milky-white barrier appeared around Dai Mubai. It was his First Soul Skill, White Tiger Body Protection Barrier!

Dai Mubai's plan was to rush to Qing Mu as quickly as possible. As long as he could get close, the sheer power of his White Tiger Martial Soul would let him deal with Qing Mu easily.

But how could Qing Mu possibly let him have his way?

With a sweep of his hand, several more Leech Seeds flew toward Dai Mubai.

"Bang!"

Although Dai Mubai barely forced his way through some of the Leech Seed vines with the White Tiger Body Protection Barrier's defense and his sharp tiger claws, the barrier finally shattered before the growing number of Leech Seeds.

The moment the White Tiger Body Protection Barrier broke, the remaining vines surged forward and instantly restrained Dai Mubai's hands and feet.

Before long, Dai Mubai was wrapped up like a rice dumpling. Having lost his balance, he fell before Qing Mu, only a meter away from him.

"Damn it... if I could just get one meter closer!"

Lying on the ground, Dai Mubai knew his defeat was certain, but he was utterly unwilling to accept it. Qing Mu was already within arm's reach, yet that tiny distance had become an impassable chasm.

Then the Leech Seeds exerted their power, drawing the energy from Dai Mubai's body and turning it into specks of white light that returned to Qing Mu. Qing Mu absorbed them, healing the last of his injuries.

"Gulp~"

Seeing this, Oscar swallowed and subconsciously said to Tang San beside him, "Little San, your Second Soul Skill and this technique of his aren't even on the same level."

Tang San's expression immediately darkened. It was true, but saying it outright was still out of line.

"Bang!!!"

Just as Tang San was at a loss for words, Xiao Wu smashed Oscar over the head and clenched her fist. "Little Ao, what do you mean by that? Want a taste of my Eight-Section Fall?"

Tang San's Second Spirit Ring had been chosen by Yu Xiaogang. Questioning Tang San's Second Soul Skill was the same as questioning Yu Xiaogang, wasn't it?

Oscar saw stars from the blow and said aggrievedly, "Fine, I won't say it. Why'd you have to hit me?"

"Hmph!"

Only then did Xiao Wu withdraw her fist. With a snort, she said, "He has a Self-Created Soul Skill, but doesn't Little San have one too? Don't forget that battle with Teacher Zhao."

At those words, Oscar's expression turned serious. During the entrance exam, Tang San had relied on those mysterious Hidden Weapons to injure Zhao Wuji, a Level 76 Soul Saint, all by himself.

Although Zhao Wuji had not been serious, the fact that a Soul Grandmaster could injure a Soul Saint was terrifying enough on its own.

Inside the VIP room, Dugu Yan watched the scene and smiled. "Just as expected, those Leech Seeds can heal as well."

Yet as she spoke, a trace of solemnity appeared in Dugu Yan's eyes as she looked at Qing Mu.

That field made of grass, those vines that could attack and heal at the same time, and those seeds capable of parasitizing Spirit Masters—with the support of these three Soul Skills, defeating him would not be easy unless one had an elemental advantage or overwhelming level suppression.

"But luckily, my Jade Scale Snake Poison is not only a long-range, area-type attack, its poison also restrains most plant Martial Souls. That Garlic Turtle should be no match for me."

Dugu Yan thought to herself.

Compared to Dugu Yan's chattiness, Ye Lingling's reaction was much calmer. She merely watched Qing Mu in silence.

Although his healing ability still fell short of her Nine Heart Begonia, her healing was excessive in a sense. Qing Mu's recovery ability was already sufficient in most situations.

Meanwhile, the battle between Qing Mu and Dai Mubai on the Soul Fighting Arena was also nearing its end.

"Smack!"

As Dai Mubai lost consciousness, Qing Mu withdrew the Leech Seeds. The medical staff, who had been waiting for some time, immediately stepped onto the stage and carried Dai Mubai away for treatment.

After all, Qing Mu and the others were only participating in sparring matches, not battles to the death. If they could not even protect Spirit Masters in this kind of fight, it would inevitably damage the Great Soul Arena's reputation.

Qing Mu closed his eyes and sensed the Soul Power feeding back into his body. He could not help curling his lips as he thought:

"So he's the same as ordinary Spirit Masters? It seems the original story's characters are nothing special either. He can't compare to Xiao Wu, a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

Through the Soul Power feedback just now and his battles over the past few days, Qing Mu had gained a preliminary understanding of how Battle Spirit Masters provided experience.

It was much like fighting Soul Beasts. The amount of experience fed back depended solely on the target's current strength and had nothing to do with their Martial Soul, identity, or anything else.

Even at the same level, the experience gained could differ greatly depending on the Martial Soul, combat techniques, Soul Skills, or condition.

Xiao Wu was an exception. Though she was only Level 31, her true form was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Therefore, Bulbasaur's experience system probably judged her to be a severely wounded Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

When Qing Mu defeated her, it was treated as though he had chipped away the last sliver of her health. Although she had been in terrible condition, she was still a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Because he had fought above his level, he still received feedback far beyond that of opponents at the same level.

"That clears things up. Once the murderous aura's effects on Bulbasaur have been removed, it'll be time for me to leave this place."

After all, he had not entered the City of Slaughter, so the murderous aura on Qing Mu was not particularly dense. It had already been mostly cleansed during these days, and even Bulbasaur was more than halfway recovered.

Although he could farm experience at the Great Soul Arena as well, one match a day was simply too slow. It was far less efficient than the Soul Beast Forest.

At that moment, before Dai Mubai had even awakened, the host loudly announced, "Dai Mubai's eleven-win streak has come to an end! The victor is Garlic Turtle!

"At the same time, his winning streak has reached a terrifying sixteen matches. Such a record has been rare in the entire Great Soul Arena for years!"

"Garlic Turtle! Garlic Turtle—"

The next moment, wave after wave of cheers rose from the spectator stands.

After half a month of fighting, Qing Mu had already accumulated quite a few fans. Seeing him defeat another powerful fighter with more than ten consecutive victories, they could not help cheering loudly.

Qing Mu gave the audience a slight wave in response to his fans, then quickly walked down from the Soul Fighting Arena.

After leaving the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena, Qing Mu found a secluded corner, put away his black robe and disguise, summoned Bulbasaur, and prepared to visit the largest market in Suotuo City.