The Terrifying Second Soul Skill · Flow-Severing!

Hum!

Points of light began to coalesce over the corpse of the Iron-Spine Giant Crocodile.

The light grew brighter and denser, eventually converging into a deep yellow spirit ring.

Nine hundred years, deep yellow.

Fu Wen's second spirit ring.

"This color is very deep."

Oscar said.

"This color looks really good."

Ma Hongjun also widened his eyes.

"Xiao Wen, sit cross-legged and absorb the spirit ring."

Flender's voice carried a hint of nervousness.

Fu Wen did not hesitate; he sat cross-legged and summoned his China Divine Crocodile Martial Soul.

A yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, and the deep yellow second spirit ring slowly drifted upward, settling onto the phantom of the Divine Crocodile.

Then, the spirit ring transformed into a surging torrent of energy, pouring into Fu Wen's body.

Fu Wen's body shuddered violently, his face flushing red.

The energy of a nine-hundred-year spirit ring was more than twice as powerful as a four-hundred-year one.

That energy rampaged through his body, as if it intended to burst his meridians.

Fu Wen gritted his teeth, not making a sound.

He operated the Innate Divine Crocodile Art at full power, guiding that violent energy to penetrate his limbs and bones, sinking deep into his muscles and skeleton.

One cycle, two cycles, three cycles...

Sweat streamed down his cheeks, and the clothes on his back were quickly soaked through.

But his breathing remained steady, and his hands did not tremble.

Flender stood to the side, his fists clenched in tension.

Zhao Wuji also furrowed his brows.

"Old Zhao, do you think he can make it?"

Flender asked in a low voice.

"He can."

Zhao Wuji's reply was blunt: "This kid's physical constitution is more than a grade stronger than an ordinary two-ring Spirit Master. Nine hundred years is well within his capacity to bear."

Time passed minute by minute.

Fu Wen's complexion shifted between red and white, and the sweat dripping from his body onto the ground soaked a small patch of earth.

Yet, he never cried out.

He simply gritted his teeth and endured.

I do not know how much time had passed.

Hum!

A burst of intense light suddenly erupted from Fu Wen's body.

It was not ordinary light, but a dim yellow glow tinged with bronze.

That was the power of the China Divine Crocodile.

The light grew brighter and more scorching.

The Divine Crocodile phantom behind Fu Wen became more solid and massive in that moment.

Those golden vertical pupils seemed to come alive, coldly staring ahead.

Then, the light slowly receded.

Fu Wen opened his eyes.

A flash of golden light flickered through his pupils.

"I succeeded."

Fu Wen's voice was somewhat weak, but his tone was full of excitement.

Flender crouched down, looked Fu Wen up and down, and then burst into laughter.

"Good! Very good!"

"A second spirit ring, a nine-hundred-year Iron-Spine Giant Crocodile!"

"A deep yellow spirit ring!"

"Xiao Wen, you are now a true two-ring Spirit Master!"

Fu Wen stood up and stretched his body.

Crack, crack.

His bones emitted crisp popping sounds.

He clenched his fists, feeling the power surging within him.

It was at least twice as strong as when he was at the one-ring stage.

"Dad, my soul power has increased."

"By how much?"

Fu Wen closed his eyes to sense it, then opened them again.

"Three levels, from level twenty to level twenty-three."

"Good!"

Flender clapped his hands. "An increase of three levels at once means this soul ring has a high compatibility with your Martial Soul!"

"Quick, release your second soul skill and let us see what it is!"

Fu Wen took a deep breath and nodded.

He walked to the riverbank, turning his back to the water and facing the others.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

The phantom of the China Divine Crocodile emerged behind him.

Two yellow soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

"Second Soul Skill: Flow-Severing!"

Fu Wen turned around, executing a tail-swipe motion.

The massive tail of the Divine Crocodile phantom behind him lashed out violently!

It did not strike the group, but rather the river surface behind him.

Boom!

With one swipe, the river exploded!

The massive waves were forcibly cleaved apart, exposing the very riverbed!

The water flow was severed, and it took a full three seconds before it surged back together.

Flender's eyes widened.

Zhao Wuji gasped.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun stood with their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

"This... what kind of soul skill is this?"

Flender's voice was trembling.

"Flow-Severing."

Fu Wen retracted his Martial Soul, his expression calm.

"A single tail swipe can sever the flow of water. If it strikes an enemy, it not only deals massive physical damage but also forcibly interrupts the flow of their soul power."

"Interrupts the flow of soul power?!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils constricted. "Are you saying that after being struck by your tail, the opponent's soul skill will be interrupted?"

"Yes."

Fu Wen nodded. "It lasts for three seconds."

"Within those three seconds, the opponent's soul power cannot circulate normally, and no soul skills can be released."

The entire scene fell silent.

Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged glances, both seeing shock in the other's eyes.

A second-ring soul skill that could interrupt an opponent's soul power flow.

What kind of concept was this?

It meant that in battles against opponents of the same level, Fu Wen was practically invincible.

When an opponent unleashed a soul skill, he would swipe his tail, and the skill would be directly interrupted.

Then, during the three seconds of the opponent's soul power chaos, he could rush in and end the fight with Primordial Bite.

One ring for crowd control, two rings for interruption, three rings for execution.

Perfect.

"Good! Very good!"

Flender was so excited his hands were shaking. "Xiao Wen, you chose this second soul skill perfectly!"

"Flow-Severing! One tail to sever rivers!"

"This is what a Mutated Sea Crocodile deserves!"

"Alright, alright, calm down."

"Xiao Wen, is the interruption effect of your soul skill effective against opponents with a higher Soul Power Level than you?"

Zhao Wuji patted Flender on the shoulder from the side, though his own voice sounded somewhat strained.

Fu Wen thought for a moment and said, "It is, but the effect will be diminished. If the opponent's soul power is much higher than mine, the interruption time might be shortened, or it might only interrupt them for a split second."

"That is still terrifying."

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath. "When experts clash, a single moment can decide life or death. As long as your Flow-Severing can interrupt the opponent's soul skill, even for just a breath, it is enough to turn the tide of battle."

Flender nodded in deep agreement, then looked at Oscar and Ma Hongjun.

"Keep today's events buried in your stomachs; no one is allowed to speak of this."

"Once the effect of Xiao Wen's soul skill is known to outsiders, enemies will be prepared for it in the future."

"Understood!"

Oscar and Ma Hongjun nodded in unison, their expressions serious.

Flender looked at Fu Wen again. "Xiao Wen, try to hold back your Flow-Severing in future real combat. Don't use it unless necessary, and if you do, don't let the opponent see the effect clearly."

"I know."

Fu Wen nodded.

Wealth should not be flaunted, and trump cards must be hidden even more carefully.

This was the basic literacy of a transmigrator.

"Alright, it's getting late, time to head back."

Flender clapped his hands. "Xiao Ao, Flying Sausage, one for each person, we're flying back."

"You got it!"

Oscar immediately released his Martial Soul, and five Flying Sausages emitting a blue glow appeared in his palm.

Everyone took one.

Ma Hongjun took a bite, blue wings of light unfurled behind his back, and he hopped around in excitement.

"I'm flying!"

He leaped up, wobbling as he shot into the sky.

"Xiao Pang, slow down!"

Zhao Wuji flew up to follow, guarding him from the side.

Flender spread his wings and flew at the very back, his gaze fixed on Fu Wen the entire time.

This child was surprising him more and more.