Douluo: Jianmu Martial Soul, Am I an Abomination of Abundance?

Perhaps speed was the only aspect in which Mu Ci was slightly slower.

But there was no time to think about that. After twenty slashes, Feng Xiaotian had already been swept along by inertia. He could only keep attacking; stopping was difficult.

With every descent, Mu Ci's fist force arrived right on schedule.

Collision, launch! Another collision, another launch!

The twenty-fourth slash!

This was Feng Xiaotian's most fully stacked slash. The Soaring Winged Demon Wolf had become almost tangible as it threw back its head and roared at the sky.

It came crashing down with its final strike.

Watching the demon wolf dive down, Mu Ci did not throw another punch as before. Instead, he materialized a savage spear three or four meters long in his right hand.

He stepped into a bow stance and extended his arm, violently hurling the spear in his right hand.

The dark-gold spear shot like lightning, flying straight at the demon wolf's head.

With his physique, Soul Power, and Soul Skills reinforcing one another, the power of this strike was enough to rival a Spirit King's Fifth Soul Skill.

But one thing should not be forgotten: the spear was merely a creation of Soul Power. As long as Mu Ci wished it, he could keep throwing javelins at his target until his Soul Power ran out.

The two attacks collided, producing a deafening roar.

But unfortunately, Feng Xiaotian was still only a three-ringed Soul Elder. No matter how many times Gale Demon Wolf Consecutive Slashes had stacked, there was still a limit.

Under an attack at the Spirit King level, the Gale Two-Headed Wolf let out a mournful howl and dissolved into scattered motes of Soul Power.

Feng Xiaotian, helpless to resist, fell from the air and was forced to release his Martial Soul Possession.

At the same time, the spear's attack suddenly burst into a cloud of golden Soul Power and vanished without a trace.

After all, this was only a sparring match, not an all-out battle. There was no risk of losing control of a Soul Skill.

Mu Ci sighed and shook his head, dismissing his own armament. Vines spread from beneath his feet, forming a hanging net on the ground to catch the falling Feng Xiaotian.

Though it had been somewhat unsatisfying, Mu Ci was still quite pleased with this style of fighting.

No wonder those Abominations of Abundance enjoyed fighting this way. An unkillable monster trading damage with its enemy was terrifying no matter how one thought about it.

Control, durability, and damage all in one.

And this world did not have the Xianzhou Alliance, no General of Great Victories, and certainly no Supreme Sword Head who wielded moonlight as her blade.

The moment Jingliu came to mind, Mu Ci shuddered.

This world really did have a silver-haired mature beauty who used an ice sword.

He hurriedly shook his head.

He was a Pathstrider, not an Abomination of Abundance. Why was he thinking about this? Besides, the two only looked alike.

Long-Life Species, silver hair, mature beauty, and close sisters.

But their strength was worlds apart.

Mu Ci returned to his senses. At the same time, the First Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up, and a stalk of azure wheat appeared in his hand. With a wave, countless emerald lights enveloped Feng Xiaotian's entire body.

With the support of third-stage Path Power, his healing was already comparable to that of a seven-ringed Nine-Star Begonia Spirit Master.

However, to draw less attention, he still intended to heal Feng Xiaotian at roughly the level of a five-ringed Spirit Master.

In less than thirty breaths, the horrific bloody gashes on Feng Xiaotian's body had completely healed. Only the blood that had yet to dry remained, slowly trickling across his skin.

Lying on the vine net, Feng Xiaotian clenched his fist in a daze. Aside from the emptiness of his depleted Soul Power, he could no longer feel the slightest pain anywhere on his body.

Standing beside him, Mu Ci said with a smile, "Brother Feng, now that you're healed, come down."

"We should get off the Soul Fighting Arena too."

Chapter 35: Guiding Feng Xiaotian

Mu Ci and Feng Xiaotian walked side by side toward their group.

As they walked, Feng Xiaotian recalled those final collisions and asked curiously,

"Brother Mu Ci, was that final form of yours a Self-Created Soul Skill?"

That appearance simply did not resemble a normal Soul Skill. He could understand a top-tier plant-type Martial Soul having a healing support Soul Skill.

Most plant-type Martial Souls without elemental attributes were known for their powerful vitality, so having such a Soul Skill was nothing unusual.

But that final form of heavy armor had completely exceeded the scope of his knowledge as a Spirit Master.

It left Feng Xiaotian with no choice but to consider the possibility that it was a Self-Created Soul Skill.

Seeing Feng Xiaotian's curious expression, Mu Ci nodded, then shook his head.

"My armor form can only be considered a combined application of Soul Skills. It's actually similar to your Gale Demon Wolf Consecutive Slashes."

"They both combine the traits of Soul Skills. At most, it counts as half a Self-Created Soul Skill."

Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian's tone became somewhat subdued. He looked at Mu Ci with mixed emotions and asked,

"So in your eyes, something like that can only count as half a Self-Created Soul Skill?"

Mu Ci looked at Feng Xiaotian seriously. "Yes. Both yours and mine can only be considered half of one."

"In my understanding, a true Self-Created Soul Skill produces an effect equivalent to a Soul Skill without relying on Soul Skills at all, using only the characteristics of one's Martial Soul."

"And it must be something that Spirit Masters with similar Martial Souls can learn and inherit on their own. Only then can it be called a complete Self-Created Soul Skill."

"Could other Spirit Masters with the Gale Demon Wolf Martial Soul use your Gale Demon Wolf Consecutive Slashes?"

Hearing Mu Ci's thoughts, Feng Xiaotian fell silent.

They walked down from the arena.

Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er hurried forward, their beautiful eyes carefully inspecting Mu Ci from head to toe.

"Are you all right?"

Behind them, the stars in Shui Yue'er's sapphire-blue eyes were practically spilling over. Her little hand unconsciously reached toward Mu Ci's body.

Noticing this, Shui Bing'er directly slapped away the little hand reaching out from behind her.

"Yue'er! What are you doing?!"

There was an inexplicable emotion in Shui Bing'er's voice as she glanced at Shui Yue'er, who was clutching her hand with a pitiful expression.

Hearing that, Shui Yue'er said awkwardly, "Wasn't I helping my sister check whether brother-in-law had any problems with his body?"

The moment she said that, everyone present gave her a strange look, as if saying, Yeah, right. As if we'd believe that.

Facing the gazes of the women, Mu Ci patted his somewhat damaged green academy uniform and said awkwardly,

"I'm fine. Don't forget, I'm also a support-type Spirit Master."

Within the crowd, Feng Xiaotian silently glanced at Huo Wu. When he realized that she was not looking at him at all, he felt a little dejected, yet also as though he had let something go.

After silently sighing, he gathered his spirits and looked at Mu Ci. "Brother Mu Ci, I understand what you said. How do you think I should improve my Self-Created Soul Skill?"

Feng Xiaotian's question drew everyone's thoughts in that direction.

Everyone present had watched the entire soul fight from beginning to end.

Whether it was Feng Xiaotian's Gale Demon Wolf Consecutive Slashes or Mu Ci's special form after using his ten-thousand-year Soul Skill, both had drawn countless astonished gazes.

Hearing this, Mu Ci frowned slightly and looked at Feng Xiaotian. "Brother Feng, I think you've put the cart before the horse."

"I believe your elders have also warned you to focus more on cultivation, but judging by your current cultivation, it's obvious you did not take their advice to heart."

Mu Ci paused, then continued as Feng Xiaotian fell silent again.

"You also failed to take the golden cultivation period before the age of twenty seriously."

"I'm not your elder, so these words probably don't sound pleasant. They may come across as preachy."

"But judging solely from today's soul fight between us, if you had spent that time cultivating, you would definitely be a high-level Soul Ancestor by now. You might even have become a Spirit King."

"If that were the case, today's victor would have been hard to determine."

"As for your thoughts about Self-Created Soul Skills, why not wait until you become a Spirit Saint? Once it takes you one or two years to raise your Soul Power by a single level, it will not be too late to think about it."

Just as Mu Ci finished speaking, a clear and hearty young man's voice rang out from behind the crowd, accompanied by a burst of applause.

"Well said!"

Xue Qinghe strode over from the stands with more than a dozen academy heads.

Whether it was the conversation on the arena or that speech just now, people at their level of cultivation had heard every word clearly. Everyone looked at Mu Ci with approval.

During the period when Soul Power grew rapidly in the early stages, one should focus on cultivation. If one was interested in Self-Created Soul Skills, there would be plenty of time to consider them later.

"Little Brother Mu Ci, I never expected that despite your young age, you would have such an understanding of cultivation. Truly impressive."

Xue Qinghe admired Mu Ci more and more. A genius with such talent and personal insight was simply too appealing to him.

If he could bring Mu Ci under his wing, Mu Ci would be of enormous help both here in the Heaven Dou Empire and after he returned to Spirit Hall in the future.

"Your Highness flatters me. These are merely things taught in the academy. Captain Feng Xiaotian simply had not thought things through for the moment."

Seeing all these important figures arrive, Mu Ci felt a little awkward.

At that moment, he looked toward his grandfather. Mu Changsheng met his grandson's gaze and nodded in satisfaction.

His lips moved slightly as he transmitted his voice. "Don't worry about the Soul Rings. Bishop Salas has already explained them. You fought very well in this soul fight, but those final moves did not look much like the actions of a control-type Spirit Master."

Mu Ci felt a little embarrassed about that. The raw, fist-to-fist clash had simply made his blood boil.

Abundance Power had given him unparalleled recovery ability. It would have made no sense not to trade damage with his opponent.

As for standing in the back and acting as a mage, that would have been far too boring.

He could become a battle maniac on the front line without affecting his control over the battlefield.

"This is not flattery. With Little Brother Mu Ci's current cultivation, even looking back five hundred years, no one could compare to you at the age of twelve or thirteen."

Xue Qinghe looked delighted for Mu Ci, but inwardly he thought enviously, If it weren't for this mission, I should have been able to surpass him at that age.

Thinking of this, Xue Qinghe's mood sank slightly.

But in only an instant, Xue Qinghe adjusted his mindset and smiled at Mu Ci.

"From now on, Little Brother Mu Ci, don't call me Your Highness. It's far too formal. Just call me Brother Xue."