All one could say was that the world was vast and full of wonders. Li Yuan had never imagined that Douluo Continent possessed such an outrageous Martial Soul. It was practically no less bizarre than his Keyboard Martial Soul.
Li Yuan was very curious about how such a Martial Soul was supposed to be used, and what Soul Skills it could grant. Did one summon the Martial Soul, play basketball, and sing Ji Ni Tai Mei to the enemy at the same time, inflicting Mental Pollution on them?
Good grief, that was far too vicious!
At the thought of it, Li Yuan could not help shuddering. There was actually such a malicious Soul Skill in this world? It was utterly terrifying!
He never would have thought it—Fatty Jin, with those thick brows and big eyes, had actually cultivated such a horrifying Soul Skill. Was he not afraid of receiving a lawyer's letter?
Just kidding. Everything above was complete nonsense.
Although Fatty Jin's Martial Soul looked somewhat comical, his strength was anything but weak. While his Soul Ring configuration was inferior to Luon Cheng's, his combat strength was in no way inferior.
Compared to Luon Cheng, who had lived in comfort and experienced little real combat, Fatty Jin clearly possessed far more battle experience. His Soul Power Cultivation was also several levels higher. If Luon Cheng fought Fatty Jin, he would not have the slightest chance of winning.
In truth, Luon Cheng had no intention of fighting Fatty Jin. When he realized that he had somehow already completed Martial Soul Possession, cold sweat began streaming down his face.
He had now realized that he had unknowingly fallen victim to someone's technique. The crucial point was that he did not even know when he had been hit.
He had clearly heard that