The Might of Seven Rings, Sea-Settling Heavy Spear!

A moment later, the wind at the mouth of the alley suddenly stopped.

Boom—!

A deep engine roar drowned out all the noise on the street.

Outside Li's Braised Beef Shop, the already narrow street was shrouded beneath an enormous shadow.

It was a jet-black heavy mecha standing ten meters tall.

Unlike ordinary police mechas, it had not activated any warning lights. It simply hovered quietly in midair, its rear thrusters spewing dark blue flames that scorched the surrounding air into distortion.

Black-Grade Mecha.

In Eastsea City, this was a war machine that only high-ranking Soul Masters and military leaders were qualified to pilot.

The cockpit hatch opened, and a nimble figure leaped straight down from ten meters in the air, landing with a thud that sent a ring of dust flying.

The newcomer was a burly middle-aged man dressed in an unmarked black combat uniform. His muscles stretched the fabric taut, and his face was full of fierce-looking flesh. He looked even more like a thug than Light Dragon had, yet his eyes held a soldier's distinctive sharpness and discipline.

He casually pressed a button on his wrist, and the enormous Black-Grade Mecha instantly transformed into a streak of light and vanished.

The burly man strode into the noodle shop, swept his gaze across the mess on the floor, and finally fixed his eyes on the calm young man sitting in a chair.

Without wasting a word, he quickly walked up to Tang Linyuan, stopped, and bowed slightly.

"Young Master Linyuan, the chairman sent me to help you dispose of the trash."

His voice was rough, but his respect was obvious.

Tang Linyuan set down his teacup and rose to his feet.

"Sorry to trouble you."

He pointed at Light Dragon, who was embedded in the wall and taking more breaths in than out.

"This man is called Light Dragon. He claims this area is his territory. Just now, he said his brother is Guang Biao from the Mecha Battalion and that he would make our whole family pay with our lives."

"Guang Biao?"

The burly man's brows knotted together, and a grim curve tugged at his lips. "A mere Mecha Battalion commander, yet what imposing authority."

He turned and looked at the human-shaped specimen on the wall.

"Young Master Linyuan, since this involves the Mecha Battalion, dealing with it here would be a waste of your time. I will take him directly to the Mecha Battalion and have Guang Biao give you an explanation afterward. What do you think?"

"That will do." Tang Linyuan nodded. "I do not care about the process. I only care about the result."

"Understood."

The burly man answered and strode toward the wall.

At this point, Light Dragon was already half-conscious, his body only twitching instinctively.

The burly man walked over, did not even spare Light Dragon a glance, and reached out with his callused hand to grasp the shaft of the Tyrant Profound Divine Spear.

"Up!"

The burly man gave a low shout. The muscles in his arm bulged as he suddenly exerted force.

Yet the next second, the expression on his face froze.

It did not move at all.

The black spear, which did not even look particularly thick, seemed welded into space itself. It did not budge in the slightest.

The burly man looked at his hand in disbelief, then at the spear.

He was a power-attack Battle Soul Master. His single-arm strength reached several thousand jin, yet he could not pull out a spear?

"Interesting."

The burly man took a deep breath and no longer underestimated it.

Buzz!

The air suddenly became thick and viscous.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black.

Seven soul rings slowly rose beneath his feet, pulsing with suffocating radiance.

Soul Saint!

Terrifying pressure instantly filled the tiny noodle shop.

Xie Xie felt as if a massive boulder had been placed on his chest. He could barely breathe, and his legs went weak.

Gu Yue and Wulin also looked solemn as they instinctively circulated their Soul Power to resist.

Light Dragon, who had still been groaning, groggily opened his eyes and immediately saw the two pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul rings.

"Seven... seven rings..."

Light Dragon's eyes rolled back, and this time, he fainted from sheer fright.

"Come out for me!"

The burly man activated Martial Soul Possession. A thick layer of brown fur emerged across his skin, and his arms instantly swelled to twice their size. He gripped the spear shaft with both hands and exerted force once more.

The wall began to make overloaded cracking sounds, and fractures spread outward in every direction.

The Tyrant Profound Divine Spear finally moved.

But it only moved.

It was like a mountain being forcibly dragged. Every inch it shifted outward produced a piercing screech against the air.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the burly man's forehead, and his face reddened like liver.

A storm raged in his heart.

What Martial Soul was this? Even ten-thousand-jin rare metal should have been as light as straw while he was in Martial Soul Possession, but this spear... it was absurdly heavy! Unnaturally heavy!

Was this really the Martial Soul of a Soul Elder?

"Ha!"

The burly man no longer held back.

The third purple soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

Thousand-Year Soul Skill: Giant Strength Vajra!

Golden light instantly enveloped his arms, and his strength surged by three hundred percent in that instant.

"Up—!!!"

With an enraged roar, the Tyrant Profound Divine Spear was finally pulled out of the wall and Light Dragon's body, slowly, inch by inch.

Clang.

The spear tip left his body.

Light Dragon slid to the floor like a heap of mud. The bloody hole in his chest was horrifying, but he could no longer feel any pain.

The burly man carried the unconscious Light Dragon in one hand while tightly gripping the Tyrant Profound Divine Spear in the other.

He turned and walked toward Tang Linyuan step by step.

With every step, faint cracks appeared in the floor tiles.

Xie Xie discovered in horror that after pulling out the spear, this seven-ring Soul Saint had not dismissed that purple soul skill.

He was still maintaining that terrifying increase in strength. The veins on his arms bulged like coiling dragons, clearly showing that he was struggling with all his might against the spear's weight.

When he reached Tang Linyuan, the burly man held the Tyrant Profound Divine Spear up with both hands and presented it to him.

"Young Master Linyuan, your spear."

His breathing was somewhat heavy as he spoke.

Tang Linyuan reached out and casually grasped the spear shaft.

Under the burly man's shocked gaze, the divine spear that had required him to exhaust all his strength and even use a thousand-year soul skill just to move seemed as light as a feather in the young man's hand.

It had no sense of weight and gave off no oppressive pressure.

The spear body trembled slightly and let out a cheerful hum before transforming into specks of black light that merged into the young man's body.

"Thank you." Tang Linyuan gave a slight nod.

"Young Master Linyuan, you are too polite."

The burly man dismissed his Martial Soul, and the suffocating pressure instantly vanished.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead. In his gaze toward Tang Linyuan, alongside his previous respect, there was now a deep sense of awe.

As one of Mu Chen's trusted men, he knew that this young man before him was the final disciple of Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, a youth with limitless potential.

But he had never imagined that the young man's personal strength would be this terrifying as well.

The weight of that spear was simply shocking beyond measure.

"Young Master Wulin, fellow students, I will be leaving now."

The burly man did not linger. He nodded to Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and the others as a greeting.

Then, like he was carrying a dead dog, he picked up Light Dragon and strode out of the noodle shop.

Boom!

The Black-Grade Mecha appeared once more.

The burly man leaped into the cockpit. The gigantic mecha arm swung down and grabbed Light Dragon from the ground.

The engine roared, and shockwaves rolled outward.

The black steel giant shot into the sky with overwhelming dominance, roaring toward the Eastsea City Mecha Brigade's base.

Inside the noodle shop, there was dead silence.

Xie Xie stood with his mouth open. He had even forgotten to pick up the chopsticks that had fallen onto the table.

He looked at the large hole that went straight through the wall, then at Tang Linyuan's calm face, and finally at Tang Wulin, whose expression said, "I am already used to this."

"Boss..."

Xie Xie swallowed, his voice drifting a little. "From now on... does that mean we can walk sideways through Eastsea City?"