Three Years of Gains: Demon Breaking Hand

Three Years of Gains: Demon Breaking Hand

In the private room, Yun Ming watched Qiangu Wuji with curiosity.

"I remember you had excellent talent. You haven't wasted these three years, have you?"

When he finished speaking, Ya Li, seated beside him, also looked over curiously.

Three years ago, news of a genius boy emerging from the Spirit Pagoda had caused a sensation among the continent's upper echelons.

Some even called him the reincarnation of Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao, a successor who would lead the Spirit Pagoda to even greater heights.

In any case, the praise he received had been more resounding than the last.

They had seen plenty of geniuses. A place like Shrek was never short of them. But there were very few, if any, who had received the kind of acclaim Qiangu Wuji had.

So Ya Li was curious, too. What made this boy, who looked as pretty as a little girl, so different?

Of course, what had truly caught her attention wasn't his talent, but what Qiangu Wuji had said three years ago when he turned down Shrek's offer to join.

To have great talent and a kind heart at the same time—that was what made him truly exceptional.

Before Qiangu Wuji could respond to Yun Ming's question, Leng Yaozhu laughed.

She nodded with a smile and said softly, "Wuji, since your Uncle Yun Ming is curious, why don't you show him?"

"Now? Mom, didn't you say there are some abilities I shouldn't show in front of other people?"

Qiangu Wuji looked at Leng Yaozhu in surprise.

"It's fine. These two aren't bad people."

Leng Yaozhu shook her head, unconcerned.

Hearing their conversation, Yun Ming and Ya Li exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in the other's eyes.

Ya Li was the first to speak. "Yaozhu, why all the secrecy? Is there something about this child you don't want us to know?"

Leng Yaozhu smiled faintly but didn't answer. She kept her eyes on her son, an unmistakable look of pride in them.

Her reaction only left the other two more puzzled.

Qiangu Wuji saw their curious looks and sighed. Knowing he couldn't keep it hidden, he nodded and stood up.

First, Soul Power began to circulate through him, and the Heaven's Six Eyes slowly appeared. Then two purple Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

Even Yun Ming, who had remained relatively composed until then, looked surprised.

"A two-ring Soul Grandmaster! I can't believe you've reached the two-ring level in just three years. No wonder, no wonder..."

He repeated himself a few times, then nodded.

"You're only nine, and you've already reached this level of cultivation. That's truly impressive."

For a man known as the strongest of his generation to praise him like this showed just how highly he regarded Qiangu Wuji.

Qiangu Wuji listened and nodded, his expression calm.

Given his talent, reaching level twenty-eight in three years had been inevitable. He had already been level eleven when he arrived in Aolai City, so reaching this level over the next three years had come naturally.

The Thousand-Year Soul Ring was easier to explain. Joker had already been close to a thousand years old, and Qiangu Wuji had found time over the years to visit the Spirit Pagoda and undergo Spirit Ascension. On top of that, his body had grown stronger after he began training with Mu Ye, so it was only natural that he could attach a thousand-year Soul Ring.

"That's right. To achieve this much at such a young age is truly remarkable."

Ya Li nodded beside them, offering her own high praise.

But just then, an untimely voice suddenly chimed in.

"Wuji, don't hold back. Show your uncle and aunt that one."

"Hm?"

Yun Ming turned to look at Leng Yaozhu in confusion.

She was smiling brightly, her eyes full of pride.

Seeing this, he asked curiously, "Is there something else about this child that I don't know?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Leng Yaozhu smiled mysteriously.

Yun Ming and Ya Li exchanged another glance. As two top Douluo, they knew each other well. As far as they could remember, Leng Yaozhu wasn't usually like this.

But now she sounded like a child who couldn't wait to show off. What was that about?

They both felt a little strange about it. Qiangu Wuji's talent was impressive—Three-Life Martial Soul, a Soul Grandmaster at nine—but it wasn't entirely unprecedented.

There were plenty of people like that, though not so many that they were commonplace. And as for Soul Power, there were people at Shrek who were even stronger.

Qiangu Wuji looked at Leng Yaozhu's expression and sighed inwardly.

Now he understood. This woman really had come to show off her son.

She was a grown woman. Why was she being so childish?

It wasn't as if Yun Ming had rejected her advances. Was there any need to make such a big deal out of it?

Still, Leng Yaozhu had treated him well, and she was his mother. He had to help her save face.

So he nodded and said no more.

He took a deep breath. His golden eyes grew brighter and brighter, and then something strange happened.

A faint red glow began to rise around him.

His pale right hand began to swell at an astonishing speed, its color shifting toward bloodred.

In the blink of an eye, his right hand had swollen to twice its size. It was covered in countless cracks, like the claws of a demon.

This was the greatest harvest of the past three years: the ultimate weapon born from his Body Martial Soul's second awakening—the Demon Breaking Hand.

At the sight of this, even Yun Ming and Ya Li, despite their vast experience, sprang to their feet in shock.

"This is...?"

After a long moment, Yun Ming swallowed with difficulty.

"Did you awaken a fourth Martial Soul?"

Ya Li opened her mouth as well.

"A fourth Martial Soul... This..."

"This child's condition isn't a fourth Martial Soul," Leng Yaozhu said, shaking her head as the two stared in disbelief.

Hearing this, they looked at her, puzzled.

Leng Yaozhu explained, "At first, I wondered if this child had undergone a physical mutation. Why did he keep awakening Martial Souls?"

"But after examining him carefully, I realized this wasn't a new Martial Soul at all. It was some kind of special mutation."

"A special mutation?"

The two were even more confused.

Leng Yaozhu looked at Qiangu Wuji.

"Wuji, you explain."

"Okay."

Qiangu Wuji nodded and explained using the story he had prepared earlier.

"That's right. This isn't a Martial Soul. It was caused by a mutation in my Body Martial Soul."

"Uncle Yun Ming, perhaps you don't know what my Body Martial Soul is. It's my brain."

"Your brain? Isn't it your Spirit Eyes?"

Yun Ming frowned at him. He couldn't have mistaken Qiangu Wuji's golden eyes—they were clearly the Spirit Eyes. How had they become a brain?