Traveling Through Douluo, I Pull Out a Dou Technique—Aren't You Blown Away? Part 28

"And—"

"When the petals strike an enemy, they also inflict one second of paralysis."

As soon as she finished speaking.

Dugu Yan and Liu Bai both sucked in a breath.

This support effect—

Could no longer be described merely as "powerful."

Percentage-based Soul Power recovery.

Healing injuries.

Control effects.

It was practically... a divine skill.

Divine Skill! Begonia Bathes the Heart, Sacred Stamen Protection

"What about the Second Soul Skill?"

Dugu Yan asked almost impatiently.

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, Ye Lingling raised her hand again. Soul Power flowed, and her second Soul Ring lit up.

"Second Soul Skill—Sacred Stamen Protection!"

As soon as she spoke, gentle and pure Soul Power rippled outward, and a soft radiance emerged from her body.

In the next instant, that light descended upon Liu Bai.

The air around him distorted slightly as the phantom of an enormous Sacred Heart Begonia slowly blossomed, enveloping his entire body.

The flower's image was crystalline throughout, its petals layered upon one another, faintly radiating a holy and tranquil aura.

Ye Lingling explained softly, unable to hide the joy in her voice.

"The Second Soul Skill, Sacred Stamen Protection. It forms a phantom of the Sacred Heart Begonia that can absorb damage equal to twice my own Soul Power. When the shield shatters, it releases sacred energy, restoring fifteen percent of the vitality of nearby allies."

The moment she finished speaking, the arena fell silent for an instant.

Then Liu Bai and Dugu Yan almost simultaneously sucked in another breath.

Good heavens, another Soul Skill that defied the heavens!

A powerful shield, area healing, passive activation... each effect alone was excellent enough, yet they had all been combined into a single Soul Skill.

The corner of Liu Bai's mouth twitched slightly, and he even felt a faint, subtle sense of loss.

He suddenly felt that the two Soul Rings he had carefully chosen no longer seemed so impressive.

Compared to these two Soul Skills, they were worlds apart.

"I'm lying flat. I'm lying flat."

Liu Bai leaned backward without hesitation.

"With Sister Lingling around from now on, who in this world could possibly be our match? With this support setup, we can walk sideways wherever we go."

Hearing that, Ye Lingling could not help laughing. Her eyes curved into crescents, and she was clearly in an excellent mood.

"Hehe."

For her, it was enough as long as her strength could truly help Liu Bai and Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan's eyes lit up. She stepped forward and pulled Ye Lingling into her arms.

"Smack—"

Without hesitation, she kissed her on the cheek.

"I love you to death, Lingling!"

Dugu Yan was in high spirits, speaking at a rapid pace.

"From now on, the three of us will be the strongest combination on the entire continent! You handle support, I handle control, and Liu Bai handles damage."

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and her hands began to wander.

"You're fast, no one can hit you, you can boost your own defense, and you can control enemies at critical moments. Lingling, you're practically the most gifted support Soul Master on the entire continent!"

Standing nearby and watching the scene unfold, Liu Bai found it particularly pleasing to the eye.

Now that Ye Lingling's Sacred Heart Begonia had completed its transformation, both her potential and her upper limits far surpassed those of an ordinary support-type Soul Master.

In terms of talent, she had indeed entered the ranks of the continent's very best.

Aside from not being skilled in direct combat, she had almost no obvious weaknesses.

And those terrifying support effects were enough to drive any Soul Master team mad with desire.

At first, Ye Lingling had been somewhat at a loss as Dugu Yan hugged, kissed, and groped her. By the end, her cheeks were so red they seemed ready to bleed.

"Y-Yanyan... stop touching me..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, carrying a hint of shyness.

"Xiao Bai is still here."

"Hehehe."

Not only did Dugu Yan fail to restrain herself, she laughed even more happily.

"Lingling is embarrassed? Doesn't that just make you even cuter?"

After fooling around for quite a while, Ye Lingling finally found an opportunity to escape from Dugu Yan's clutches.

She straightened the hem of her clothes, her face still flushed, and spoke softly.

"All right, all right, Sister Yanyan, Xiao Bai... now that my Martial Soul has evolved, I need to return to my family first and tell my mother about it. We'll meet again when school starts."

As soon as she finished speaking, she darted out of the courtyard like a startled deer and soon vanished from sight.

Dugu Yan looked in the direction she had left, curled her lips, then sprawled across Liu Bai's back.

"Tch, she ran off again."

She stretched out a finger and gently poked Liu Bai's cheek, her tone carrying a hint of smugness.

"Xiao Bai, let's go. We should train too. I'm almost level forty, you know."

She narrowed her eyes and smiled like a little fox.

"Don't let your big sister leave you too far behind. I'll still be counting on you to protect me in the future."

Liu Bai carried her steadily on his back and replied with a smile.

"Then Sister Yanyan had better work hard. Maybe one day, you'll accidentally get caught up by me."

"Tch."

Dugu Yan snorted lightly, but she did not truly argue.

"So what if you catch up? You little freak, how could your big sister possibly compete with you in cultivation speed?"

Laughing and chatting, the two headed side by side toward the training grounds, their shadows gradually stretching longer.

Time flowed on, swift as an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, four years had passed.

Four years seemed brief, yet they were enough to change far too much.

This year, Liu Bai was twelve years old.

And four years of bitter cultivation had brought his strength to a shocking level.

The world of Battle Through the Heavens.

Jia Ma Empire, Imperial Guard camp.

On the broad fighting arena, two figures stood far apart, facing one another from the left and right.

Below the arena stood dense ranks of Imperial Guard soldiers, a vast sea of black uniforms, their atmosphere feverish.

"Commander Qin, go!"

"Commander Qin, beat him senseless!"

"His Highness Liu Bai!"

"I support His Highness Liu Bai! Go, Your Highness!"

On the left side of the arena, Liu Bai stood tall.

The passage of four years had completely stripped away the last trace of childishness from him.

Now, he was nearly as tall as a grown man, his figure lean and upright like a spear thrust straight toward the heavens.

His fitted black combat attire accentuated his clean, sharp silhouette.

His jet-black hair was tied high with a simple black ribbon, revealing a smooth forehead and a well-defined jawline.

His swordlike brows slanted toward his temples, while his starry eyes were deep and bright.

At that moment, his expression was calm, a faint smile resting on his lips as he regarded his opponent with composed eyes.

He stood there with a gentle, restrained bearing, yet faintly radiated an indescribably sharp edge.

On the right side of the arena stood a middle-aged man clad in the Jia Ma Empire's standard general's armor.

The armor was covered in fine scratches and dark bloodstains, clearly having endured countless life-and-death battles.

He was broad and powerfully built, with a resolute face as though carved by blade and axe.

Several scars of varying depths crossed his face. Rather than making him look vicious, they added a few more traces of iron-blooded severity and killing intent.

The middle-aged man's lips curled upward slightly, carrying the wild smile of a veteran who had spent years on the battlefield.

The aura naturally emanating from him was the stern presence possessed only by those who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This man was the commander of the Jia Ma Empire's Imperial Guards, a trusted confidant of the royal family, and a peak Dou Ling expert—Qin Zhan!

Below the arena, several thousand Imperial Guard soldiers held their breaths, their burning gazes fixed on the two men above.

On one side stood the commander they deeply respected.