My Sign-in Life in Douluo

If it were a life-or-death struggle, the opponent would certainly fight to the bitter end. By utilizing the physical torment of the Luxian Sword and the mental agony of the Xianxian Sword, while simultaneously activating his overwhelming evil aura, he could inflict ten times the negative emotional impact. The opponent's spirit power would inevitably fall into chaos, accelerating the effects of the Luxian Sword and the Xianxian Sword. Then, he would strike while they were down, press the advantage, and finish them off with a single strike from the Juexian Sword. Combat is about being clean and efficient. Jiang Siming did not want to be like those villainous bosses in stories who, despite having immense power, insist on torturing their opponents first. In the end, they are successfully taken down by the protagonist, providing experience points and becoming stepping stones for others.

Between life and death, no matter what kind of injuries one sustains, one must still possess a heart determined to kill. No matter what kind of injuries the enemy sustains, one must still possess a decisive heart.

Powerful strength always makes people lose their way. Therefore, Jiang Siming constantly reminds himself that only by continuously defeating himself and denying himself will he become stronger.

After another routine morning exercise.

Jiang Siming and Dai Mubai's group finished breakfast.

Dai Mubai proposed a friendly match with Jiang Siming.

"I say, Siming, since we're full, we might as well digest our food. How about we trade a few moves?" Dai Mubai said provocatively.

"Forget it? If you really want to fight, come at me all at once, otherwise you won't stand a chance." Jiang Siming rested his chin on one hand, raised an eyebrow, and said with a slightly provocative look.

"You said it yourself." Dai Mubai's eyes lit up; clearly, this was what he had been thinking from the start.

"Everyone, come here! We've finally waited for this opportunity. Haven't we been training for so long at the Soto City Grand Spirit Arena just to take down Old Jiang? Is anyone in?" Dai Mubai waved to summon Tang San and the others.

"Let's do it! This time, no matter what, we have to beat Brother Siming into a pig's head." Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands together and said with a lewd grin.

"Siming, we aren't the same people we were back then. Get ready to receive our attacks." Oscar also chimed in.

Zhu Zhuqing and the other girls nodded as well.

Only Tang San tilted his head and said, "Fatty, Little Ao, be careful that Brother Siming beats you two the hardest when the time comes."

"Little San, don't boost others' morale and dampen your own spirit. Last time there were four of us, this time there are seven. Get over here!" Dai Mubai laughed heartily.

"Fine! Since you are all so sincere about wanting a beating, I will graciously satisfy you. Who told me to be so handsome and kind-hearted?" Jiang Siming flipped his hair and said narcissistically.

The group collectively pretended to vomit.

They arrived at the training grounds.

"Go ahead and make your move! I'm going to smoke a cigarette first." Immediately, Jiang Siming pulled out a Xuanhemen and began puffing away, his charm stat increasing by 50%. The girls' eyes began to glaze over, and even Dai Mubai and the others were momentarily stunned.

Tang San was the first to react. "Hah! Brothers, don't space out. Let's go!" Several strands of Blue Silver Grass shot out from around his body, tying themselves to the waists of the others.

The group also snapped out of it, and Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda emitted five rays of light.

"Yo-ho, not a bad idea." Jiang Siming finally finished his cigarette and flicked the butt away.

Dai Mubai rushed forward, his first and third spirit rings lighting up instantly.

"White Tiger Barrier. White Tiger Vajra Transformation."

His third spirit skill flared again, and a powerful white beam shot from his mouth, heading straight for Jiang Siming. He then moved rapidly, attacking from the side to find a breakthrough.

Jiang Siming dodged easily with a sidestep. But at that moment, Zhu Zhuqing attacked from the shadows behind him with Nether Thrust and Nether Hundred Claws.

As Jiang Siming dealt with Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai finally attacked from the other side. Seeing his fists getting closer and closer to Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming remained unhurried, grabbing Zhu Zhuqing's hands—which were moving too fast to be seen—and threw her toward Dai Mubai on the other side. Just as the two were about to collide, Tang San controlled the Blue Silver Grass to prevent the impact.

Ma Hongjun seized the opportunity and activated his first spirit skill, Phoenix Fire Line.

Jiang Siming kicked off the ground, rushed in front of Ma Hongjun, and used a palm strike to change the direction of the Phoenix Fire Line. Ma Hongjun tried to retract the Phoenix Fire Line, but it was too late. Instead, he suffered a backlash of his own spirit power.

Oscar, standing to the side, happened to get hit and was scorched black, shiny and glossy.

Jiang Siming kicked Ma Hongjun flying, then kicked Oscar away as well.

Just as Jiang Siming was about to deal with Ning Rongrong, his body was suddenly bound by Blue Silver Grass. "Parasite." Tang San had planted the Parasite on Jiang Siming without him noticing.

Dai Mubai seized the opportunity and unleashed another White Tiger Light Wave.

Jiang Siming took the hit head-on. A cloud of dust rose in the training ground.

The group couldn't see the situation clearly for a moment, and Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun seized the timing, unleashing long-range attacks one after another. The dust cloud spread even further.

Jiang Siming released his fourth Rusty Sword, and sword qi appeared within the smoke, heading straight for Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai. Caught off guard, both lost their ability to fight.

With the two heavy hitters taken care of, Tang San was left alone and unable to hold his own. Jiang Siming was not intimidated by Zhu Zhuqing's speed, and Xiao Wu never even had a chance to get close to Jiang Siming from start to finish.

Ten minutes later, the battle ended.

The group stood up one by one, their expressions filled with disappointment.

"It's okay, you all still made progress. But you're still lacking a bit of polish," Jiang Siming said comfortingly.

"However, do you know what your biggest mistake was? Everyone was attacking me, but no one stayed behind to guard Oscar and Ning Rongrong, the two support-type spirit masters with no combat ability. The only thing that surprised me a little was Little San's Parasite. But Little San also made a rather wrong decision; you used the Blue Silver Grass to tie everyone's waists together, which avoided some casualties, but it left Zhuqing, an agility-attack spirit master, with nowhere to hide. Also, when you don't know the situation, attacking blindly only exposes your own position. More importantly, Xiao Wu, as your teammate, didn't even have a chance to make a move the entire time. Shouldn't you reflect on that?" Jiang Siming still criticized them. Although Jiang Siming constantly reflected on himself and was never satisfied with his own performance, it had to be said that compared to his peers, he was truly crushing everyone.

"Fatty's problem is even more obvious; no spirit master will just stand there waiting for you to release your spirit skill. Your use of spirit skills is also quite unrefined. Look at how you scorched Oscar." Jiang Siming couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head in embarrassment, seeing Oscar glaring at him fiercely.

"Xiao Wu, I won't say much. After all, melee-type spirit masters really have little effect on me. Little Ao and Rongrong are support-type spirit masters, so I won't say much about them."

"As for Zhuqing..." Jiang Siming turned his head to look at Zhu Zhuqing, only to find her staring at him with a strange look in her eyes.

"Uh... why is Zhuqing looking at me like that?"