Your Soul Skills Are Impressive, but from Here On, They're All Mine!

"How should I test my Soul Power attribute, then?"

Taichu had a bit of a headache.

He knew quite a few people, but even so, he felt too embarrassed to say something like, "Could you release a Soul Skill in front of me? I want to copy your Soul Skill."

If people found out that his Mangekyō Sharingan could see the flow of Soul Power through a target's meridians when they used Soul Skills, and that secret was exposed...

Wouldn't he become a ready-made repository for extracting Self-Created Soul Skills?

If it really got out...

He feared some people would set their sights on him and squeeze him dry until he died.

So...

Was there somewhere else where he could copy Soul Skills without restraint?

He racked his brains.

Finally...

"Right, there really is a place like that!"

A name flashed through Taichu's mind.

However...

It was already rather late tonight.

This could wait until tomorrow.

After that...

He cultivated for a while before going to sleep.

Meditation could replace sleep entirely, but there was no need to do so. Excessive meditation would only consume too much Mental Power and leave him looking sluggish and listless, which would instead affect his cultivation.

Therefore, it was best not to spend more than ten hours a day cultivating.

This was all based on his own experience.

The next day.

Taichu got up early and headed to the Nuoding Soul Fighting Arena.

This was the place where he could copy Soul Skills without restraint while remaining unnoticed.

After all, who would imagine that he had come to the Soul Fighting Arena to copy Soul Skills?

The Soul Fighting Arena...

Was divided into three categories: sparring matches, Deathmatches, and Gambling Matches.

Among them, Deathmatches were the harshest, as death was permitted.

Gambling Matches were like gambling; the winner could obtain everything wagered in the match.

Lastly came sparring matches.

Sparring matches were essentially mutual exchanges to determine victory and defeat, but killing was not allowed.

The reason he had come...

Was to participate in a One-on-One Sparring Match at the Soul Fighting Arena.

Rather than standing in the Audience Stand, activating his Mangekyō Sharingan, and copying the Soul Skills used by targets during their matches, he might as well participate himself.

Besides...

It was only after Tang San's challenge yesterday that he had realized how lacking his combat experience was. He had indeed won yesterday, but his Combat Techniques—if one were being polite, they could be called Combat Techniques. If one were being blunt, they were just wild punches.

Yesterday's battle had relied purely on the Dynamic Vision of his Mangekyō Sharingan and his astonishing Reaction Speed, leaving Tang San utterly unable to deal with him.

So overall, he lacked combat experience.

Perfect.

Since he was already coming to the Soul Fighting Arena to copy Soul Skills, he might as well participate in sparring battles and accumulate combat experience through match after match against opponents.

Thus...

He paid the ten Gold Soul Coin Registration Fee.

He casually chose the name Blood Eye. As for his real name, he decided against it. He truly did not want to attract too much attention. He had even specifically prepared a mask for this visit in order to conceal his identity.

Next, he reported his age and Soul Power Level.

However...

When reporting his age, he said he was 9 Years Old.

After all, he was already at Level 18. If he honestly said he was six years old, wouldn't that draw far too much attention?

Under the arrangements...

He was the first to take the stage.

At that moment, the Host, who was livening up the atmosphere, shouted loudly, "Coming up in our Third Soul Fighting Arena's one-on-one match are two Soul Masters! They are Blood Eye, a Control Type Soul Master whose Martial Soul is the Mangekyō Sharingan, versus Ye Zhou, an Agility Attack Type Soul Master with the Beast Martial Soul Thunder Wolf! Let us look forward to their intense battle! Please welcome both contestants!"

After saying that...

Taichu, wearing a mask, and his opponent Ye Zhou both stepped onto the Soul Fighting Platform.

"Kid, are you so ugly that you need to wear a mask?"

Seeing Taichu's mask, Ye Zhou mocked him.

"With that face of yours, I'm wearing a mask so you won't feel inferior. If I took it off, you'd probably kill yourself the moment you saw me."

Naturally unwilling to be outdone, Taichu shot back.

"You..."

Ye Zhou was enraged. He said coldly, "Your strength had better be as sharp as your tongue. Otherwise, I'll personally rip that mask off later and beat you into a Pig Head."

"Then you'll never get that chance in this life."

Taichu's single sentence infuriated Ye Zhou even further.

"That mouth of yours deserves a beating!"

Ye Zhou said angrily.

Then, he activated Martial Soul Possession. His pupils instantly changed, while sharp claws and fangs emerged. Strands of electricity coursed over his body, and a white Ten-Year Soul Ring slowly appeared.

Seeing this...

Taichu silently activated his Mangekyō Sharingan.

Ye Zhou could not help but sneer when he saw it.

"What Mangekyō Sharingan? So it's just a Trash Martial Soul—eyes! A mere Trash Martial Soul, and you still dare show off that tongue in front of me? Just wait. I'll tear that mouth of yours apart!"

He immediately began mocking him.

At those words...

Taichu's expression beneath the mask did not change in the slightest.

Trash Martial Soul!

That was how Body Martial Souls were currently defined.

Even though Spirit Hall had awakened countless Soul Masters with Body Martial Souls over the past several thousand years, and even though some possessed high Innate Soul Power, not a single Body Martial Soul user had ever amounted to anything in the end.

Therefore...

Even if a Body Martial Soul possessed high Soul Power, it was useless. It was still classified as a Trash Martial Soul, seated at the same table as trash Martial Souls like Blue Silver Grass.

"Are you a woman? You've been standing there babbling nonsense nonstop. My ears are getting calluses."

Taichu demonstrated what it meant to enrage one's opponent with a single sentence.

"You're seeking death!"

Ye Zhou's face instantly flushed red, and the white Soul Ring on his body lit up.

"First Soul Skill—Thunder Step!"

The electric currents around his legs suddenly intensified.

The next moment...

His opponent moved, astonishingly fast.

On this small Soul Fighting Platform...

He practically reached Taichu in an instant, extending his claws toward him.

"A lightning-attribute speed-type Soul Skill!"

In that brief moment, Taichu had already memorized the flow of Soul Power through the other party's meridians while using the Soul Skill through his Mangekyō Sharingan.

Your Soul Skill is impressive, but from now on, it's mine.

Faced with Ye Zhou's attack...

He also struck out and began fighting him.

His opponent had become his Whetstone.

At first...

Ye Zhou only felt that Taichu had some ability, enough to block such a fierce attack from him. But after attack after attack failed to defeat Taichu, he began growing anxious.

Until, in the end...

Taichu knocked him off the Soul Fighting Platform. Standing outside it, Ye Zhou noticed that even Taichu's clothes had not been rumpled.

At that moment...

He finally came to a realization.

So...

His opponent had merely treated him as a Whetstone.

And in this Soul Fighting Arena...

He was the first opponent to lose to Taichu, but he would definitely not be the last.

Over the following period...

The Soul Fighting Arena arranged several more matches. Without exception, after fighting Taichu, every one of his opponents fell to his hands.