My Sign-in Life in Douluo 8

Zhao Wuji activated his Vajra Bear martial soul and spoke, "Xiao Ming, put some effort into it. That's not even enough to scratch an itch."

Jiang Siming unleashed a few more sword beams, though, naturally, they had no effect on Zhao Wuji.

Would Jiang Siming perform such futile work? Clearly not. From the very first day he sparred with Zhao Wuji, Jiang Siming had realized that brute force was not the answer. His combat techniques back then hadn't been very mature, so Jiang Siming had chosen to hide his true strength.

Jiang Siming had been using the sword beams from his Rusty Sword as a cover, while his Juexian Sword took the opportunity to gather sword energy.

In an instant, Jiang Siming's purple soul ring appeared and lit up.

"One Sword Separates the World!" A massive white sword beam, carrying the power of slaughter, struck toward Zhao Wuji.

Feeling the killing intent contained within the sword beam, and with the attack mere inches away, Zhao Wuji felt a tearing sensation as if his skin were being sliced open.

Zhao Wuji quickly activated his first, second, and third soul skills.

With a loud boom, Zhao Wuji was sent flying back over a dozen meters.

Because Jiang Siming's strike was incredibly fast, Zhao Wuji had been caught completely unprepared, only managing to release his first, second, and third soul skills.

"Jiang Siming, you're too ruthless. My old back! I'm done, playing with you is worse than going back to sleep," Zhao Wuji said with a laugh and a curse. In truth, Jiang Siming was quite to his liking. Regardless of your level, he'd go up and beat you. Even if he couldn't win, he wouldn't care about your status at all. He had absolutely no reverence for a level 70 soul saint like him.

"Ding, check-in mission complete, reward: ten Body Strengthening Pills."

"Ding, because the host's first soul ring is of 3,000-year age, the check-in mission difficulty has doubled, and the rewards have doubled. The time limit has also doubled. Check-in mission: obtain a soul ring of over 6,000 years in the Star Dou Great Forest."

Jiang Siming hadn't even had time to get excited before the system issued the next mission.

"Just as I guessed. But a 6,000-year soul beast..." Jiang Siming muttered to himself, head bowed.

Jiang Siming had originally wanted to trouble Zhao Wuji, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

The path of cultivation is never meant to be easy; only by relying on oneself can one go further.

Jiang Siming smiled helplessly and then left.

For the next three months, Jiang Siming still did not go to obtain a soul ring. Instead, he honed his combat techniques at the Soto Grand Arena.

Three months later, Jiang Siming returned from the Star Dou Great Forest. His second soul ring came from a 7,500-year Dark Night Lion. Jiang Siming had stalked it for seven days and seven nights, finally wearing it to death. He obtained his second soul skill, God of Slaughter Possession. It increased all attributes by 50%, and as his level increased, the percentage would also increase. This could be called a divine skill; usually, attribute boosts become less efficient as one levels up, but Jiang Siming had no such drawback—instead, it would only improve.

Of course, the reward for his successful check-in left Jiang Siming truly speechless.

"Reward: second martial soul innate skill, Aura of Hegemony. Increases personal presence by 100%."

In his heart, Jiang Siming was cursing up a storm. This was what you called doubling the rewards? Isn't this just a scam? It was a skill full of pretentiousness, and the name was so lame.

Of course, Jiang Siming had also unlocked his second sword, named the Luxian Sword.

Jiang Siming discovered that the Juexian Sword was incredibly sharp and carried an inherent aura of slaughter; once unsheathed, it couldn't be stopped, much like the strike he had used against Zhao Wuji—resolute and decisive. As for this Luxian Sword, the moment it landed in his hand, a desire to kill surged within him. When the sword energy struck a soul beast, the wounds would be difficult to heal. The killing intent would overflow at the wound, eventually causing that patch of skin to necrotize.

Jiang Siming's seven months of hard work had finally yielded an equivalent return. His combat techniques were no longer what they had been at the start.

In the Soto City Grand Arena, the legend of "None of You Can Fight" had long since spread. 562 wins, 73 losses.

At this moment, Jiang Siming was no longer the mediocre youth from Holy Soul Village.

Jiang Siming, the stowaway of this world, was finally about to shine.

Chapter 8: System, Are You Kidding Me?

Four years later.

Jiang Siming, who was in the middle of his daily "morning exercises," was called over by the dean.

The "morning exercises," of course, meant Jiang Siming's daily one-on-one sparring with Zhao Wuji.

Over the past four years, Jiang Siming's combat techniques had become increasingly proficient. He had completely moved beyond the level of only fighting with soul skills. His combat techniques were impossible to guard against, and Zhao Wuji found him quite a headache. Jiang Siming's Luxian Sword was very troublesome; after every fight, only Jiang Siming himself could dispel the killing intent inherent in the sword energy. Otherwise, the flesh where Zhao Wuji was injured would inevitably necrotize.

Of course, as Jiang Siming's sparring partner, Jiang Siming gave him a Body Strengthening Pill.

"Siming, I have a task for you today. A new batch of little monsters has arrived at the academy, and they're a bit hard to deal with. I originally wanted Old Zhao to go and dampen their spirits, but I thought about it, and Old Zhao might not be able to make them truly submit. So, I'll have you do it instead. After all, only peers can put significant pressure on them," Flender said, his face glowing.

His books had been selling well these past few years. As a bestseller from his previous life, one of the pinnacles of the "pretentious face-slapping" genre, it was naturally a hit on the Douluo Continent as well. The academy's finances had finally started to improve, unlike the dilapidated state seen in the original work.

Jiang Siming thought for a moment, "Counting the time, those guys should be here."

"Alright, Dean," Jiang Siming agreed.

"Now for the fourth assessment: survive for the duration of one incense stick under your senior, Jiang Siming," Dai Mubai said playfully, waiting to see these guys make a fool of themselves.

Nowadays, Dai Mubai had consumed Jiang Siming's pills, and because of Jiang Siming's presence, he hadn't become as dissolute as in the original work. He had now reached the terrifying level of 39; one must remember, he was only 15 years old this year! Moreover, having sparred with Jiang Siming every day, his practical combat skills were nothing to sneeze at.

Yet our Jiang Siming was still stuck at level 29, because his next check-in mission was to defeat Tang San, who was leading Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu. Jiang Siming didn't dare to gamble. He didn't know if the check-in system was, as he suspected, a continuous chain. If he skipped this check-in to go straight to the next one, would it count as a failure for this one, forcing a makeup check-in? Regardless, in all the games from his past life, no matter the game, makeup check-ins always came with a price.

During this process, Jiang Siming discovered that soul power could be compressed.

Most soul masters only focused on increasing their level, and few stopped to do anything more than solidify their foundation. Very few could focus on improving the quality of their soul power. Even if someone discovered that soul power could be compressed, how many would be willing to give up the temptation of breaking through? After all, who would be willing to waste their prime years for increasing soul power just to spend time compressing it? And as for the older generation of experts, their cultivation was slow; who would be willing to drop their cultivation realm to compress their soul power? In the end, the losses would outweigh the gains.

But Jiang Siming happened to be an oddity. It wasn't that he didn't want to level up; it was that he had to keep waiting. Therefore, compressing his soul power to make it more robust was Jiang Siming's only choice.

"Senior, are you joking? The four of us aren't that weak," Ning Rongrong said haughtily.

"Brother Siming won't be that easy to deal with," Tang San said seriously.

"What? Tang San, you know Jiang Siming?" Dai Mubai asked curiously.

"We are from the same sect; to be precise, we have a common teacher," Tang San laughed.