Absorbing a Spirit Ring

Tang Hao completely ignored the pleading look in the Cat-headed Dog's eyes and said to Chen Huang, "Xiao Huang, take out your dagger and kill it."

Soul Masters showed not the slightest mercy when hunting Spirit Rings. They would never let a suitable Spirit Ring go.

Chen Huang understood this perfectly, but it was still his first time, and he felt somewhat nervous. He took out his dagger, thought for a moment, then put it away again.

"Teacher, let me try out my strength," Chen Huang said.

Tang Hao understood what he meant. He pressed the Cat-headed Dog down hard with one hand, then made room for Chen Huang.

Chen Huang rolled up his sleeves. His tiger-like eyes widened as huge muscles bulged on his arms, thick veins standing out. This was one of the force-generating methods from the Six Powers Secret Art.

"Monster Strength! Iron Fist Charge!" he growled.

His fist slammed into the Cat-headed Dog's head. This was also to free it sooner. If I hit you once and you don't die, then hit you again and you still don't die, wouldn't that be too miserable?

With that punch, the ground caved in, leaving a crater neither too large nor too small. His control over his own strength was still lacking. Well, that was not quite right. He had cultivated the National Martial Body Refinement Method to the realm of Dark Strength, allowing him to freely use the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound method to temper his body. In theory, his force could penetrate like a needle; one punch could churn a person's internal organs into mush while leaving their exterior undamaged. The power would be extremely concentrated.

It was simply that the explosive force of Monster Strength was too terrifying. Chen Huang could not control that overwhelmingly immense power, which was why so much of it had leaked out.

The Cat-headed Dog let out a mournful cry. Its canine traits gradually faded away, and it turned into an adorable White Cat. However, it looked listless and weak. It had already lost a great deal of its life force.

This also showed that Chen Huang's punch had truly reached the mark. If an enemy neither dodged nor blocked, he could probably kill them with a single punch. Anyone around rank thirty who was not a defense-type Soul Master would likely meet the same fate. However, that punch had consumed quite a bit of strength. His arm was already numb, effectively on cooldown, and he could not throw a second punch like that anytime soon.

"So this is one life?" Chen Huang found it rather novel. The Cat-headed Dog had never specified which life it would discard first; it generally depended on the circumstances. For example, right now, its cat form was tougher than its dog form. A cat's body was soft and could disperse force. If it had been an ordinary Soul Master, one punch might really not have been enough to kill it.

But Chen Huang's arm was numb now, so he simply took out his dagger and ended it with one stab. Earlier, he had only wanted to test whether one punch could kill it. Now that he had tested it, it turned out that it could.

This fist technique of his combined the profundities of the Six Powers with Monster Strength, Dark Strength, and Armament Haki. It was truly terrifying. It counted as a genuine trump card, a killing move that he would not use often in daily life. He could try it when sparring with Tang Hao. There was an ocean of difference between a Titled Douluo and him. Tang Hao could casually take one of his punches.

A purple Spirit Ring rose from the White Cat's corpse.

"Xiao Huang, you'd better think this through. Although your physical constitution is strong enough, there's no telling what might go wrong. Absorbing a thousand-year Spirit Ring as your first ring might still cause you to explode and die," Tang Hao said.

Xiao Shan held Chen Huang's hand, deeply worried. Xiao Shan had absorbed her first Spirit Ring without any trouble, but by the time she absorbed her second ring, she had felt its difficulty. That sensation of violent Soul Power filling her body—if she was not careful, she might truly explode.

Chen Huang smiled. "If my physical constitution is enough, what is there to hesitate over? I chose this road myself, and besides, I believe I'm not someone destined to die young."

He said that without the slightest confidence. Not long after he had joined the Loser Chat Group, the chat group had said that rather than calling it the Loser Chat Group, it might as well be called the Unlucky Bastards Chat Group.

Why did Chen Huang have to feel so sad over other people's affairs? Why did he have to worry about this and that?

Among those group members, quite a few were actually uninterested in their own futures. What could you do even if you knew? Could you learn to run before learning to walk? Wouldn't they still live the same way today?

He had not even considered whether the others might dislike this way of spoiling their futures and exposing their privacy. To be honest, it was impolite and not very good. At the very least, he should ask first and see whether they were willing to share.

But Chen Huang was afraid of hearing the words "don't share."

If you said not to share, would I really stay silent?

Everyone in this group was an unlucky bastard. Chen Huang understood that clearly. The chat group actually had another hidden nickname: the Misery Chat Group. Compared to them, he merely had poor talent, a poor family background, and an unsatisfactory life. But wasn't that gradually improving now?

If making money itself had not been something he particularly desired, he probably would have earned quite a few Points from the chat group.

As for the others, Tsunade was relatively straightforward. She had never met her parents. Her grandfather, Second Grandfather, grandmother, boyfriend, and younger brother were all dead. They were practically wiped out. In the original story, there was not even anyone left to be found from the Senju Clan.

Chen Huang had asked Tsunade about it. The Senju Clan had never had many people even during the Warring States period, and they had always passed down through a single line. In one generation, they had not been a single line, and a branch had split off into the Uzumaki. With Asura's emotional intelligence, could anyone expect him to understand the pleasures of the bedroom? It would already be good enough if he could pass on the family line without dying out. Much of the time, they had relied on clan members who were not Asura's reincarnations.

That was why there had been many people during the Warring States period—Hashirama's father and a whole group of brothers. After that, they were basically all dead. Most of the rest were affiliated clans, somewhat like the Ninja Sect's structure. The Senju represented the leader of the Ninja Sect. A few branches with diluted bloodlines remained, but only Tsunade was left in the main family. Those branch families could not inherit the Senju name.

The Ino-Shika-Cho were loyal supporters of the Hokage faction. Whoever became Hokage, they supported them. They were three of the affiliated clans. Ordinary clans had no access to the secret arts of Yin-Yang Release. These were Yin-Yang Release techniques passed down from the Ninja Sect and later developed into secret arts.

Although many people around Tsunade had died, she herself was basically never in any mortal danger. Honestly, so long as the Otsutsuki did not emerge and she did not provoke Uchiha Madara, who could kill her?

Yang Jian had once lost his Magic Power and become a mortal. Howling Celestial Dog had nearly starved to death. If something went wrong with the plan, his entire family, young and old, would truly be wiped out. No one could save them.

Zephyr was easier to deal with. He was a classic case of courting death. If you didn't court death, you wouldn't die.

Zhang Sanfeng was also relatively easy to deal with.

Xiao Fugui lived in a chaotic era, so it was not very safe. But after teaching him some Internal Energy and national martial arts, he should be able to protect himself. If he ran into muskets, though, he would still be dead. At least everyone could help him.

If Iron Man had not snapped his fingers, Thor and everyone else would have been wiped out.

Even those who had seemed safe before might encounter danger someday, or be betrayed. So shouldn't he put some thought into these unlucky bastards?

Chen Huang had been thinking all along: he was one of these unlucky bastards too, so what if he was just as unlucky?

Now was the time to test his luck.

He sat down cross-legged, summoned his Martial Soul, and with a thought, drew the purple Spirit Ring toward the Weed.

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