The Second Ultimate Weapon

Xue Qinghe stood with her hands behind her back, watching Jiang Ming with a grave expression.

Two aged figures silently appeared behind her.

Snake Lance Douluo.

Puffer Douluo.

"Your Highness, this boy's physique... isn't quite right."

"With a thousand-year second Soul Ring, an ordinary Soul Master's meridians would be burst apart by the Soul Power. Yet he barely reacted at all."

"This old man suggests that you try to recruit him, Young Master!"

Snake Lance Douluo's voice was hoarse and low.

"That's what I was thinking too."

"Look at the path his Soul Power is taking."

"This kid is forcing his Soul Power into his body, bit by bit."

A trace of astonishment flashed through Puffer Douluo's eyes.

Anyone who dared do this could no longer be described as a genius.

As they said, geniuses stood on the left, madmen on the right!

Jiang Ming was a complete madman!

"There are many people in this world who aren't afraid of death. They have always been exploring the path of Soul Masters."

"It is precisely because of these pioneers that the Soul Master system has grown more and more complete."

Xue Qinghe appeared calm, but her heart was already churning like a stormy sea.

The age limits of Soul Masters' Soul Rings had all been tested with lives!

The configurations of Soul Masters' Soul Rings had likewise been tested with their futures!

All of it required someone to make sacrifices.

And then...

Some shameless thing gathered all that information together and turned it into his own theory!

That was the man who had put forth an invincible theory.

[Few rings, few bones, turn and run. Many rings, many bones, charge up and strike.]

In short...

If you ran into someone taller and stronger than you, run immediately!

If you were taller and stronger than them, beat them up hard!

Even a three-year-old understood that!

Time gradually passed, and six hours soon went by.

The rate at which Jiang Ming's Soul Power increased also slowly came to a halt.

That spatial origin within Jiang Ming's body underwent a strange transformation!

All its power was drawn into a point invisible to the naked eye.

Boom—

An indescribable force erupted from that point and flowed through every limb and bone in Jiang Ming's body.

It was not an impact.

Nor was it tearing.

It was a form of stripping.

Like a humanoid construction block!

He could strip away a portion of the block!

The Lego block would still be a Lego block.

But if a portion of a human body were removed...

The outcome was obvious!

"Young Master, he is nearly done absorbing the Soul Ring. Let's leave first!"

The figures of Snake Lance Douluo and Puffer Douluo vanished in an instant, as though they had never appeared.

"Only six hours, and he absorbed a thousand-year Soul Ring without a single mishap!"

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath and calmed the turmoil in her heart.

At that moment, Jiang Ming opened his eyes.

A silver-gray glint flashed through his pitch-black pupils before vanishing.

The fluctuations of Soul Power gradually subsided like a receding tide.

Level twenty-two.

Jiang Ming lowered his head and looked at his hands.

They were still the same hands.

Their knuckles were distinct, their skin slightly pale.

But he knew that something had changed.

His second soul skill.

Spatial Stripping.

He slowly raised his right hand and loosely curled his five fingers.

A tiny silver-gray point of light silently appeared.

The light was so small it was nearly invisible, yet the air around it was collapsing inward.

It was not being sucked in, but being "stripped" away.

It was neither cutting nor crushing.

It was being dismantled from the very dimension of space.

Jiang Ming stared at that point of light for three seconds, and the corners of his lips slowly curved upward.

A thousand-year second Soul Ring!

His Soul Power had risen by two levels!

And he had gained an ultimate weapon!

Spatial Stripping!

"Looks like you gained quite a lot."

A gentle smile rested on Xue Qinghe's face.

"Thanks to Your Highness."

Jiang Ming slowly rose to his feet.

"Will you still not reconsider the proposal I made earlier?"

Xue Qinghe asked with great interest.

"I won't."

Jiang Ming replied.

"Then let me put it another way."

"You're going to settle things with Shrek Academy next."

"With your personality, there's no way you'd simply accept a loss like that."

Xue Qinghe's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's right."

Jiang Ming nodded.

"Shrek Academy has three Soul Saints and two Soul Emperors. No matter how capable you are, you can't possibly face five experts of that level at once."

"But if the Crown Prince Mansion provides you with a little help, things will be different."

Xue Qinghe stared at Jiang Ming.

"If that's the case, then would Your Highness dare to make a bet with me?"

A playful smile appeared on Jiang Ming's face.

"How would we bet? What would we bet on?"

Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow.

"One month!"

"I will make Shrek Academy bleed!"

"At least one Soul Emperor will die!"

"If I fail, I'll owe you a favor and help you with one matter."

"And the same goes for you if I succeed!"

Jiang Ming said confidently.

The implication was clear: I've already set up a bet I'm bound to lose. Aren't you going to take this chance to recruit me?

"Then I shall take that bet!"

Xue Qinghe was very curious as well.

Jiang Ming was currently only a Soul Grandmaster.

Shrek Academy, meanwhile, had three Soul Saints and two Soul Emperors.

How was a Soul Grandmaster supposed to make Soul Emperors and Soul Saints bleed?

But those who knew Jiang Ming understood...

He never spoke empty bravado.

Xue Qinghe stood in the courtyard with her hands behind her back, watching Jiang Ming's figure disappear around the street corner.

The two aged figures appeared once more.

"Your Highness, this boy is deeply calculating. He does not resemble a ten-year-old child."

Snake Lance Douluo's voice remained hoarse.

"More than merely not resembling one."

"This old man has lived for so many years, yet this is the first time I've seen a Soul Grandmaster dare to wager with a Soul Emperor's life."

"Either this is not arrogance, or he truly has a trump card."

Puffer Douluo's tone was exceedingly grave.

"That is why I took the bet."

"If he loses, I gain a favor from him."

"If he wins..."

"I will absolutely bring him under my command!"

Xue Qinghe did not turn around, but the corners of her lips curled upward.

If Jiang Ming lost, she would use that favor to recruit him!

If he won?

She would find every possible way to win him over!

For example, by changing her identity...

Jiang Ming left the Crown Prince Mansion and turned past three streets.

Only after confirming that no one was following him did he slip into a dark alley.

From the inconspicuous silver ring on his finger, he took out a human-skin mask as thin as a cicada's wing.

The Soul Tool had been a gift from Xue Qinghe.

It was not large, only about the size of a suitcase.

A suitcase could be used to hold banknotes!

It could also be used to hold people!

Jiang Ming placed the human-skin mask over his face, and its faintly cool touch vanished in an instant.

The mask adhered to his skin, completely changing his features.

Three breaths later.

The person standing in the dark alley was already someone entirely different.

An ordinary-looking young man of fifteen or sixteen!

Although Jiang Ming was only ten and a half years old, the absorption of Soul Rings and the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline had brought his height close to one meter seventy.

Judging by his build alone, he was no different from an adult.

Western Heaven Dou City.

Rose Hotel.

As a luxury hotel with branches throughout the nation.

Its guests were all children of nobles and wealthy merchants.

The reason Jiang Ming chose this place was simple.

Because someone liked coming here more than anywhere else.

So Jiang Ming came.

He had not expected to find that person today.

If he did not encounter them today, he would keep watch tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow?

He would continue.

He would wait until his prey appeared.

Fortunately, the heavens favored him.

Jiang Ming sat by the window and ordered several small dishes.

After eating for less than half an hour, a man and a woman entered through the hotel doors.