Meanwhile, Xue Bingchen, standing to one side and watching Tang San's back as he diligently prepared to finish the kill, could not help frantically griping to himself.
"Does he have to land the finishing blow to absorb it? What the hell kind of bizarre rule is that?"
Xue Bingchen rolled his eyes hard inwardly.
"Only the final hit grants experience and drops equipment? How is this any different from those turn-based online games from my previous life? This is absurdity opening the door for absurdity—absurdity has come all the way home!"
What left Xue Bingchen even more speechless was that he knew the future course of Douluo Continent.
Ten thousand years later, in the era of the Peerless Tang Sect, with the rapid development of Soul Tools, Soul Masters could even use high-tier Soul Tools to kill Soul Beasts. The Spirit Rings dropped after a Soul Beast's death could actually be "contained" within special Soul Tools!
Under such circumstances, supreme powerhouses would often personally strike down ferocious beasts at the hundred-thousand-year level, then contain the dropped hundred-thousand-year Spirit Rings in devices and bring them home for their core descendants to absorb at leisure!
"These are practically two completely disconnected worldviews!"
Xue Bingchen secretly shook his head.
"Soul Masters nowadays still have to come all the way into the forest and painfully land the finishing blow themselves, while Soul Masters ten thousand years later can just wait at home for their elders to deliver Spirit Rings to their door... The gap is way too huge."
Still, gripe as he might, Xue Bingchen could not be bothered to dig deeper.
After all, what happened ten thousand years later had nothing to do with him, a transmigrator. He only needed to handle the present.
Elsewhere.
Tang San moved with exceptional agility.
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