First Victory

The Shang Yang Sword of the Six Meridian Divine Sword was characterized by its nimble, lightweight nature.

Although its power could not be called the strongest, its swift variations were exceptionally effective against opponents who relied purely on strength.

Niu Jing prepared to charge again, but Su Chen tapped his fingertips repeatedly.

Two bloody holes appeared on Niu Jing's arm. Blood streamed down as he lost all of his earlier bravado.

"Hey, big guy. Can you even do this?"

"Do something, will you? Don't tell me you can't beat a kid!"

He was from Skywater Academy, yet he was a boy.

That alone had already upset many spectators who had come hoping to see beautiful girls.

They had originally hoped Niu Jing would give him a thorough beating, but they had not expected Su Chen to crush him so easily.

That left the spectators even more dissatisfied, to the point that they nearly caused a scene.

However, most of them were ordinary people or Soul Masters of very low rank.

They could only vent their displeasure verbally and could not possibly put it into action.

"Second Soul Skill: Mud Bull Force!"

After being mocked for a while, Niu Jing could no longer hold back.

His Second Soul Ring flashed as he used his Soul Skill again.

Second Soul Skill: Mud Bull Force.

It was an exceptionally unusual Soul Skill, one that seemed entirely out of place with the brutal style of his martial soul.

His fleshy palms swung through the air, seemingly wrapped in extremely dense Soul Power.

"Shang Yang Sword Qi."

Using the Shang Yang Sword from his index finger once more, Su Chen began probing his opponent's Second Soul Skill.

Since his main purpose was to test the opponent's Second Soul Skill, Su Chen chose to strike directly at his palms.

This time, however, the Soul Power covering those palms truly proved effective.

The sword qi still pierced through his Soul Power, but it did not leave the same penetrating wounds as before.

It only left a wound a little over an inch deep, not enough to render his palms incapable of fighting.

"As expected, with only one acupoint fully opened, the power is still lacking."

Su Chen sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Because he had only completely opened one acupoint so far.

Although his Six Meridian Divine Sword possessed considerable power due to the sheer ferocity of his Heterogeneous Soul Power.

In his current state, the Shang Yang Sword lacked lasting power.

It could only unleash brief attacks and was not enough to serve as his main method.

"This Six Meridian Divine Sword is rather interesting."

After all, Su Chen was in the elite class, and this was their first group visit to the Soul Arena.

Shui Qingxuan had deliberately dressed inconspicuously and secretly come to the Soul Arena as a spectator.

"Although it still has many flaws, it is not without merit."

Shui Qingxuan nodded in satisfaction and continued watching Su Chen's performance in the arena.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of that sword of yours anymore!"

Seeing that his palms, enhanced by his Second Soul Skill, had successfully blocked most of the Shang Yang Sword's damage, Niu Jing's confidence surged.

He immediately swung his iron-like palms and charged at Su Chen again.

"You're too slow. Your martial soul would work much better with some mobility skills."

Even without using Soul Skills, Su Chen's combat strength was far beyond what a nobody like Niu Jing could compare to.

With light steps, he darted and shifted, continuously firing sword qi.

Before long, several bloody holes appeared across Niu Jing's body.

"If you don't stop now, the next shot will be at your head."

As he spoke, Su Chen raised his hand and fired a burst of Shang Yang Sword Qi.

The sharp sword qi grazed past Niu Jing's ear, leaving a streak of blood.

Feeling the warm liquid dripping from his ear, beads of sweat the size of soybeans formed on Niu Jing's forehead.

He understood that the youth before him really could kill him.

"I... I surrender."

With a trace of reluctance, Niu Jing raised his hand.

Registering required ten Gold Soul Coins, and each match after registration cost another five Gold Soul Coins.

For someone who made a living this way, it was equivalent to fighting his next victorious match for nothing.

But before the threat of death, all of that was insignificant.

"The match is over! The winner is contestant Su Chen!"

This was not a life-and-death match, so once Niu Jing admitted defeat, the commentator immediately stepped forward and raised Su Chen's hand high.

"Damn it, what rotten luck!"

Where there was betting, there would naturally be gamblers.

One side was a seasoned Soul Arena veteran, while the other was a newcomer just starting out.

Most gamblers had placed their bets on Niu Jing.

This one-sided beating had cost them quite a bit of money.

There was not much applause from the stands. Instead, a chorus of boos rang out.

"Not bad."

A calm voice sounded beside his ear.

It's a technique for transmitting one's voice with Soul Power.

Almost instantly, Su Chen looked toward the source of the voice.

"Is that the principal?"

Although he could not make out the person's face in the seat, the feeling of their presence was very similar to when he had met Shui Qingxuan that day.

"Has she already left?"

In the brief moment he was distracted, the woman who had been sitting in the stands had vanished.

Su Chen did not dwell on it and returned to the stone monument.

He could not let go of that peculiar sensation.

"Little Black, Little White. Come out."

After half a year of cultivation, Little Black and Little White had grown noticeably larger.

Though they were still in the form of mixed-energy balls, they had already grown to the size of palms.

"Can you feel something from this too?"

"Ah-woo."

"Ah~"

The moment they came out, Little Black and Little White were like starving men who had spotted a feast.

They began greedily devouring something in front of the stone monument.

Of course, to outsiders, they simply appeared to be biting at the air for no reason.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Little Black and Little White's strange behavior was quickly noticed by the staff. Sensing that something was wrong, one staff member came over to ask.

"These are my martial souls. I suppose they haven't been out in too long?"

Su Chen answered casually.

After all, beast martial souls like Luo Sanpao that could leave the body existed. Saying that Little Black and Little White were martial souls was not entirely implausible.

"I see. Sorry for disturbing you."

After staying for a minute and seeing that Little Black and Little White had not caused any damage to the stone monument, the staff member left.

After all, martial souls came in every imaginable variety. No matter what kind existed, it was possible.

More than ten minutes passed before Little Black and Little White finally ate their fill and comfortably closed their eyes.

Then, swaying unsteadily, they returned to Su Chen's body and began resting with their eyes closed.

Over the past half year, their food had always been Heterogeneous Soul Power brought by violent resentful spirits.

The rich, meaty Soul Power of resentful spirits was nutritious, but anyone would grow tired of it after eating too much.

The traces of soul lingering on the stone monument were like light vegetarian fare to them.

Eat, sleep, then eat again. That was Little Black and Little White's entire life now.

They understood that, for their current selves, storing up energy was the most important task.