My Martial Soul is My Fiancée in Douluo

"That's true, too." Ling Nan nodded, though he sighed after saying it, "It's a pity that the shell has changed, but the heart hasn't!"

"Hm? What do you mean by 'the shell has changed but the heart hasn't'?" Zheng Li didn't react for a moment.

"It means they gave me a powerful Martial Soul, but didn't give me the corresponding cultivation talent! It caused my talent to be only a tiny bit better than my old man's," Ling Nan complained slightly.

(Father Ling: Achoo! Who is badmouthing me behind my back? It must be that little brat complaining about his talent again. Damn it, if you don't want it, give it to your old man! If I had your talent, I'd probably be a Soul Douluo by now!)

Su Yunqing glanced at him and said with disdain, "You silly cat, be content! You must know that contentment brings happiness; there are so many people who wish they had your talent but don't."

"That's true." Ling Nan nodded as if he felt the same way.

Su Yunqing sighed; there are some people who really shouldn't be praised.

Ten minutes was a very generous amount of time. The three of them walked at a moderate pace and arrived in front of the Soul Fighting District in just five or six minutes.

Shen Lan was already waiting there.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, she said, "Follow me."

The group entered the Soul Fighting District together.

Two referees were currently standing in the octagonal Soul Fighting District arena.

After Shen Lan led everyone into the arena, she reached out and took a crude wooden box from her Soul Guidance Ring.

"There are one hundred slips of paper in the box in my hand, but there are only numbers from one to fifty; the other fifty are duplicates. You will come up one by one to draw. Those who draw the same number will be each other's opponents in this practical combat!"

The Freshman Assessment is always about practical combat, no matter how it changes.

Her teaching style, Mu Jin's, basically consisted of these three things: theoretical knowledge, practical combat, and physical conditioning.

Chapter Seventeen, "Twenty-Four"

"There is no need to hold back, no need to worry. With me and the two referee teachers here, you won't be able to seriously injure each other. Any minor injuries will be healed by the healing teachers in the Soul Fighting District afterward."

Actually, she was enough to watch over them by herself, but she felt uncomfortable holding the Gold Soul Coins she won from Zhou Yi yesterday and wanted to spend them quickly.

What do you call this?

Winning your money, spending your money, yet feeling disdain for your money in your heart.

"Come up one by one to draw your numbers."

Starting with Dai Mubai, the people in the class went up one by one to draw.

Zheng Li wasn't in a hurry. He only went up to grab a slip of paper when it was almost his turn at the end.

He took a look and saw the number "twenty-four" written on it.

Zheng Li frowned slightly. 24, "I die"? What an unlucky number!

Ling Nan, who had already drawn his number, leaned over and asked, "A Li, what number did you get?"

"Twenty-four."

"Twenty-four, huh? I'm number thirteen. What a pity..." Ling Nan shook his head.

"What's a pity?" Zheng Li asked, confused.

"It's a pity I didn't get matched with you, A Li."

"Hm? You really want to face me? What are you planning? To beat me up?" Zheng Li's eyes turned slightly sharp.

He didn't know why he felt that way, but he just did.

Ling Nan: "...A Li, where is your mind at? I just thought if we were matched, we could just put on a show and get it over with."

Do you think you're very punchable?

Ling Nan thought to himself while staring at Zheng Li's face.

Zheng Li was speechless.

At this moment, Su Yunqing raised a hand and said embarrassedly, "Um... I'm also number twenty-four."

"Hm?!"

Zheng Li and Ling Nan were both stunned, then looked at the slip of paper Su Yunqing had unfolded, which had the number "twenty-four" written on it.

The atmosphere among the three fell into a brief silence.

A moment later, Ling Nan thought of the large hammer in Su Yunqing's hand and couldn't help but pat Zheng Li on the shoulder, saying sympathetically, "A Li, pray for your own good!"

Zheng Li reached out and rubbed his temples.

Although he didn't know the Soul Power Level of this little girl, Su Yunqing, she was definitely stronger than him.

Added to that dark blue hammer, why did he feel like he was about to be beaten up by a little girl?

"Yunqing, you don't need to go easy on me later. Just give it your all. I also want to see what I'm capable of."

Su Yunqing tilted her head after hearing Zheng Li's words and said, "I wasn't going to go easy on you. Mom said that intentionally holding back or intentionally losing to an opponent during a spar is impolite. Don't worry, Zheng Li, I will give it my all!"

Su Yunqing smiled, revealing her pair of cute little canine teeth.

Zheng Li: "..."

What the hell, "Mom said."

"Pfft..." Ling Nan stood to the side, stifling a laugh, looking quite uncomfortable.

He just loved watching Zheng Li get "shut down."

At this moment, Shen Lan said, "Starting from numbers one through five, five groups at a time. Those holding numbers one to five, stay in the Soul Fighting District; everyone else, go to the Spectator Stand."

The Soul Fighting District was not small; it was as large as Shrek Square, and while it could accommodate a hundred people fighting at once, it would likely be a bit chaotic.

Shen Lan's method of dividing them was much better.

With five groups at a time, it would take ten rounds in total, which actually wouldn't take very long.

Moreover, the morning class time was much longer than the afternoon.

Soon, the first wave of five groups began their battles, dividing the Soul Fighting Arena into five zones. The distance between each zone was significant, so they wouldn't interfere with one another.

There was no one Zheng Li recognized among the first five groups, and judging by their Spirit Rings, they were all Spirit Masters.

The five battles didn't have any standout moments.

The referee was very responsible, intervening immediately whenever the situation looked wrong, and after the battles ended, those with minor injuries were taken away for treatment.

"Numbers six through ten." Shen Lan's expression was indifferent.

Zheng Li had been watching carefully since the start, learning some useful things.

Ling Nan was uninterested.

Glancing at Su Yunqing, the young girl seemed quite excited.

The corner of Zheng Li's mouth twitched slightly; he felt he was in some danger!

Just then, a "tiger's roar" echoed through the Soul Fighting Arena, followed by gasps of surprise from the other students in the class.

Zheng Li looked over and saw that Dai Huabin's body had expanded by a size, his golden hair had turned white with a few strands of black mixed in, his pupils had become a deep blue, and four faint lines appeared on his forehead, forming a black "King" character.

Beneath his feet, two yellow and one purple Spirit Ring pulsed silently.

The boy opposite Dai Huabin looked dazed; after all, he was only an eighteen-level Spirit Master, and this gap...

Was this even the same "Spirit Master game"?

A look of disdain rose in Dai Huabin's eyes. Taking advantage of the boy's daze, he extended a tiger claw that was twice as large as before, the sharp talons protruding from his fingertips as he swiped toward the boy's neck.

Decisive and ruthless, Dai Huabin wouldn't give the boy a chance to react; his first move was aimed directly at a lethal spot.

The tiger claw was right in front of him before the boy reacted and hurriedly lit up his first Spirit Ring, but it was already too late. Fortunately, the referee snatched the boy away in time, causing Dai Huabin to swipe at empty air.

The referee glanced at Dai Huabin and said indifferently, "You win."

A flash of amazement appeared in Shen Lan's eyes as well.

"Numbers eleven through fifteen!"

"A Li, I'm going, wish me luck!"

Ling Nan wore an expression of going to his death.

Seeing this, the corner of Zheng Li's mouth twitched again. It wasn't like he was being sent to die, so what was this?

As the referee announced it, the match began.

Ling Nan's opponent was a beautiful girl.

At this moment, Ling Nan looked very different from before; he was extremely calm. With a sway of his body, he vanished from his spot. As he moved, his cat ears, cat tail, and black, white, and gray wings instantly unfurled, and he flew into the air.

The girl's Martial Soul was a type of plant, a brightly colored flower that looked like... a corpse flower?

Zheng Li was slightly surprised. No "scent"?

The girl's reaction was also quick. The moment Ling Nan flew into the sky, she noticed him. Her only yellow Spirit Ring lit up, and suddenly, a dark green mist sprayed out from a wide-mouthed jar-like object, quickly enveloping her, Ling Nan, and most of the surrounding area.

"It smells sweet..." Ling Nan said, but in reality, he held his breath after taking just one sniff.

He didn't need to think to know there was something wrong with this mist.

"A bit dizzy..." Ling Nan shook his head, feeling lucky he hadn't inhaled much.

Next, Ling Nan released his first spirit skill. Sharp, three-inch-long cat claws popped out, and the wings behind him flapped, blowing away a large portion of the dark green mist. By the time he reappeared, he had already placed his cat claws against the girl's neck.

The girl didn't even have a chance to react.

His first spirit skill was called "Godspeed," which boosted his flight speed exponentially for three seconds, potentially even reaching the level of "teleportation."

It was just that... "three seconds" was a bit too short.

The girl was frightened by the "cold blade" at her neck. Having been holding her breath, she took a few gasps, then felt her vision blur and collapsed to the ground.

"???"

Ling Nan was stunned. Why did she just collapse?

After realizing what happened, Ling Nan thought: I didn't expect this dark green mist to be indiscriminate!

Well, this spirit skill was quite "clever"!

Come to think of it, that girl's constitution was so weak; Ling Nan felt he could have inhaled more than she did!

Only then did the referee arrive. After checking on the girl, he immediately announced Ling Nan's victory and used his vast Spirit Power to blow away the dark green mist.

"A mutated Martial Soul? It can fly, and its speed isn't slow either; I'm afraid it's not inferior to the speed of a Hell Spirit Cat, though the Spirit Power is a bit lacking..." Shen Lan muttered.

After his victory, Ling Nan did not return immediately, but instead went to the spectator stand where the healing teacher was seated.

The poison needed to be cleared, even if it was only a trace amount.

After the healing teacher used a Spirit Skill, Ling Nan wore a look of comfort before returning to the seat next to Zheng Li.

Su Yunqing took a deep look at Ling Nan and said, "I wouldn't be able to hit you!"

Ling Nan: "?!"

What do you mean you wouldn't be able to hit me?

"If you can maintain the speed you just displayed, then I wouldn't be able to hit you," Su Yunqing said indifferently. "As expected, the young master of a sect wouldn't be that useless."

"...I feel like you're insulting me!" Ling Nan was speechless. When did he ever say he was useless?

He was just keeping a low profile!

"No need to feel, I am insulting you!" Su Yunqing said calmly. "If you're not convinced, let's fight!"

Su Yunqing's follow-up sentence made Ling Nan swallow the words he wanted to say.

Forget it, he, Ling Nan, was magnanimous and wouldn't hold it against her.

Zheng Li, on the other hand, felt that Ling Nan's performance was quite normal; just as Su Yunqing said, he was a sect's young master, after all.

After a while, five more groups finished their battles following the group Ling Nan was in.

Now it was the turn of the group that Zheng Li and Su Yunqing were in.

As they walked onto the stage, Zheng Li said, "Yunqing, don't hold back, okay~"

Su Yunqing responded with a rather cute smile.