Copy Eye, Awakening Lightning Style Ninjutsu, Five Spirit King

Huo Yuhao stood beside the dying Datura Snake and tilted his head slightly.

His mismatched pupils locked tightly onto the two people emerging from the woods.

His left eye was a clear, ethereal azure Spirit Eye. His right eye was a scarlet, sinister Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

Under the gaze of those strange eyes, a layer of cold sweat uncontrollably seeped across Beibei's back.

He felt as though every weakness in his body had been laid bare.

"What is it?"

Huo Yuhao's voice was cold, carrying obvious displeasure.

Beibei took a deep breath, adjusted his taut nerves, and put on a gentle smile, trying to convey goodwill.

"Don't be nervous, little brother. Let me introduce myself. I'm Beibei, a student of Shrek Academy."

He turned sideways and pointed to the pink-clad girl behind him.

"She is Tang Ya."

Beibei cupped his hands again and spoke sincerely. "Little brother, we have been tracking this Datura Snake all the way here. It is extremely important to Xiao Ya. Could you do us a favor and let us have it?"

Apparently afraid that Huo Yuhao would misunderstand and think they intended to seize it by force, Beibei immediately added:

"Of course, we will not take your spoils for nothing. We will give you sufficient compensation."

Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow slightly.

Shrek Academy... Was the original storyline already beginning to converge?

"Words alone prove nothing."

Huo Yuhao pointed at the snake on the ground. "You say you have been hunting it all this way. Where is the proof? In this forest, a Spirit Beast belongs to whoever kills it. I can't just hand over the duck already in my mouth because of one sentence from you."

Instead, Beibei felt relieved upon hearing that.

It was good that he was willing to reason. The worst kind were those who attacked at the slightest disagreement.

"That is simple. Little brother, you can inspect the snake's abdomen. There are several obvious scorch marks there. Those were left by lightning-type soul skills."

Huo Yuhao looked as instructed.

Under the close observation of Spirit Detection, he indeed found traces of electrical burns.

"That was the damage I inflicted with my second soul skill, Thunderbolt."

To completely dispel Huo Yuhao's doubts—

"Watch carefully."

Crackle!

A sharp sound rang out.

Beibei's arms changed instantly.

The muscles in his originally slender arms swelled dramatically, becoming covered in dense blue-violet dragon scales, while his hands transformed into savage dragon claws.

Three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—pulsed beneath his feet.

That was a top-tier beast martial soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

"Second soul skill, Thunderbolt!"

Beibei gave a low shout and slashed a claw toward a massive tree beside him.

Countless fine arcs of serpentine lightning rapidly expanded through the air, turning into a dense net of thunder that engulfed the tree amid ear-piercing crackles.

Boom!

There was no violent explosion, but the tree trunk instantly turned charred black before snapping in half with a crack and crashing to the ground.

Blue arcs of electricity still danced along the broken surface.

Huo Yuhao's scarlet right eye began spinning madly.

So this was how soul skills worked?

Under the Sharingan's perception, the path of Beibei's Soul Power flow was clearly displayed in Huo Yuhao's mind.

At that moment, a flash of understanding arose in Huo Yuhao's heart.

So that was it.

In this world, I did not understand the principles behind ninjutsu.

But through the Sharingan's "copying," I could analyze the principles behind soul skills!

As long as I understood how he used Soul Power to create lightning, I could draw parallels and use Chakra to simulate ninjutsu!

The door to lightning-attribute ninjutsu had opened.

After finishing his demonstration, Beibei withdrew his martial soul, his aura steady.

"Well, little brother? Do you believe me now?"

The red glow in Huo Yuhao's eyes gradually faded. He nodded and waved his right hand, causing the wooden stake embedded in the Datura Snake's body to instantly snap and disperse.

"Mm. Since you found it first, take it."

"That's wonderful!"

Tang Ya cheered and bounced up like a rabbit. "Thank you, little brother! You're such a good person!"

She eagerly pulled out a short blade and ended the Datura Snake's life.

A purple soul ring slowly emerged.

Tang Ya immediately sat cross-legged and began drawing in the soul ring to absorb it.

Beibei stood beside her. He looked casual, but his body was actually taut. On one hand, he was guarding Tang Ya; on the other, he remained wary of Huo Yuhao.

After all, that strange Wood Release and that red eye had left a deep impression on him.

"Little brother, may I know your name?"

Beibei tried to break the silence. "You are quite young. Why have you ventured so deeply into the Star Dou Great Forest alone? This place is very dangerous."

Huo Yuhao did not answer immediately.

With a thought, the yellow soul ring disguised beneath his feet slowly rose.

"Huo Yuhao."

He said indifferently, "I came here to obtain a soul ring."

Upon seeing that century-old yellow soul ring, the usually composed Beibei finally lost his composure.

His pupils abruptly contracted, and his voice unconsciously rose:

"One ring?! You are... a one-ring soul master?!"

How was that possible?

A storm raged in Beibei's heart.

The one who had nailed that thousand-year Datura Snake to a tree was a one-ring soul master with only a single soul ring?

Even I would have to put in some effort to defeat that Datura Snake. What level was he? Level eleven? Level twelve?

"Little brother Yu Hao, you... how did you defeat that thousand-year Spirit Beast?"

Beibei could not help asking. This completely overturned his understanding of soul masters.

Huo Yuhao was just about to make up an excuse to brush him off.

Suddenly—

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several sounds of rushing air came from overhead.

Several enormous Wind Baboons clutched vines and used their swinging momentum to shriek as they charged toward Tang Ya, who was absorbing her soul ring.

Drawn by the scent of blood, they wanted to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

One of them had already spat out a wind projectile.

"Watch out!"

Beibei's expression changed as he prepared to act.

"No need."

Huo Yuhao coldly uttered two words.

He raised both hands, his fingers rapidly shifting as they formed hand seals Beibei had never seen before.

I have just analyzed the principles of Thunderbolt. You are perfect for testing it.

The Chakra inside Huo Yuhao instantly became violent and sharp, surging through his meridians toward his hands.

"Since you asked what my martial soul is, watch carefully."

"Lightning Style: Lightning Prison!"

Crackle, crackle, crackle—!

As Huo Yuhao formed the final hand seal, no soul ring lit up, yet a blinding burst of blue light suddenly erupted in the air.

Centered around the Wind Baboons, more than a dozen azure bolts of lightning appeared from nowhere. They intertwined and connected, instantly forming a three-dimensional Lightning Cage.

"Screech—!"

The Wind Baboons crashed into the lightning bars and were instantly charred black by the high-voltage current. They did not even have time to scream before dropping stiffly to the ground, black smoke rising from their bodies.

The wind projectile they had spat out also dissipated into nothingness.

This move combined the Thunderbolt he had just copied.

It was still crude, but its power was astonishing.

Beibei stood there with his mouth agape, staring at the charred corpses on the ground before looking back at Huo Yuhao.

The shock in Beibei's eyes deepened further.

What kind of martial soul was this? From what I observed, he should be a plant-type soul master.

How could he possibly unleash lightning-attribute attacks? Was it a mutated martial soul?

And that lightning cage just now—the lightning fluctuations within it actually resembled my Thunderbolt!

How had he done it?

Huo Yuhao lowered his hands and said calmly:

"My martial soul is called the 'Elementalist.' It can control the five major elements."

Those words were half true and half false, yet they were enough to plunge Beibei into even deeper self-doubt and shock.

"Control... the five major elements?"

Beibei's brain raced. As a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and one of Shrek Academy's Outer Court Twin Stars, he considered himself well-traveled and had seen countless strange martial souls.

But an "Elementalist"? Controlling the five major elements? That was simply a fantasy!

Even the elders of Sea God Pavilion could often only wield one or two elements.

Beibei glanced at Tang Ya, who was still absorbing the soul ring, and silently calculated:

The Tang Sect was declining and desperately needed fresh blood.

This youth might be solitary and aloof, with a mysterious background, but his strength and talent were simply terrifying.

If they could recruit him into the Tang Sect...