The Hexagonal Warrior: Three Self-Created Soul Skills Are Born!

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Xue Yao went nowhere.

His daily schedule was exceptionally disciplined. He spent his days undergoing special training in the backyard of the Viscount Mansion and his nights immersed in the Royal Library.

Relying on the Little Griffin's abnormal Shadow Clone trait, the man and the bird studied with dual cores.

After three months, the theoretical knowledge in his head was likely greater than that of the white-bearded committee members at the academy.

In the afternoon.

Inside the exclusive Mimicry Training Ground of Villa No. 1.

Xue Yao wore a thin training suit, a few beads of sweat hanging from his forehead.

He stood to the side, staring at the Little Griffin in mid-air.

The Little Griffin was currently venting its fury on a Test Puppet crafted from Steel Puppet material.

"Bang."

With a single wing-swipe, the several-hundred-jin Steel Puppet was knocked back several steps, a deep groove left on its surface.

Over these three months, Xue Yao had finally thoroughly grasped the Little Griffin's stat panel.

First was speed. Once the little guy took flight, the naked eye couldn't keep up at all. It was firmly at the level of a top-tier agility-attack type.

Next was physical attack. That pair of sharp claws and its beak were as keen as knives.

But what satisfied Xue Yao most was its ability to withstand hits—its tankiness.

Most flying-type martial souls had a fatal weakness: they were fragile.

They were typical glass cannons—high attack, low health. A slight touch from an opponent could result in a serious injury.

But the Little Griffin was completely different.

The layer of black and white feathers on its body looked soft, but as long as soul power was injected, they could instantly become as hard as iron blocks.

Fast speed, high attack, and incredibly durable.

Xue Yao mentally labeled it.

This was a heavy-armored agility-attack type.

A hexagonal warrior. Not a single shortcoming to be found.

With such a perfect panel, it can't just rely on basic attacks to fight.

Xue Yao rubbed his chin, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Soul masters on the Douluo Continent fought too rigidly.

The vast majority relied solely on the one or two skills provided by their soul rings. If they didn't have a soul skill, they wouldn't even know how to fight back.

But Xue Yao was different.

His mind contained the entire skill tree of the Kingdom of Locke.

Those flashy skills in the game were actually just special ways of utilizing energy.

As long as one understood the logic of soul power circulation, they could be manually replicated here.

This was what was called a Self-Created Soul Skill.

"Little guy, come here."

Xue Yao snapped his fingers.

The Little Griffin immediately flew back to his side, hovering in mid-air and tilting its head to look at him.

"Let's try the first move: Feather Acceleration."

Xue Yao closed his eyes.

He mobilized the soul power within his body and, following the special path he had deduced over the past three months, poured it bit by bit into the Little Griffin.

The next second.

The Little Griffin let out a crisp cry.

The layer of feathers on its body suddenly glowed with a strange, pale green halo.

The light was soft but radiated a profound fluctuation.

It worked.

Xue Yao opened his eyes. He felt carefully, his heart filled with satisfaction.

This was an extremely top-tier buff skill.

Once activated, all the wind-attribute cells throughout the Little Griffin's body were fully engaged.

In this state, the power of all its own skills increased by twenty percent.

Twenty percent didn't sound like much, but in the late stages, this twenty percent was a terrifying boost; even more absurdly, this thing could stack.

The most crucial part is that this thing doesn't even occupy a Soul Ring slot.

"Not bad. Let's try the second move."

Xue Yao raised his hand, pointing at the Steel Puppet opposite him, which was already covered in dents and scratches.

An ordinary Wind Blade is crescent-shaped.

It has a wide attack range, but its power is dispersed. When encountering an enemy with heavy armor, it is easily deflected.

To deal with this kind of iron turtle, you need something with real punch.

"Wind Arrow."

Xue Yao spat out the two words indifferently.

The Little Griffin pulled its wings back sharply and opened its beak slightly.

"Ssh—"

An arrow compressed from pure wind elements formed in an instant.

This arrow was only as thick as a finger, its color so deep it looked black, making one's scalp tingle just by looking at it.

"Go."

With a whoosh.

The Wind Arrow instantly turned into a blur and shot out.

Even the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp sonic boom.

"Puchi."

There was no crisp sound of metal colliding, only a teeth-grinding sound of penetration.

The Steel Puppet, which was half a foot thick, now had a clear hole punched through its chest, the edges of the opening smooth as glass.

High penetration. Extreme single-point physical blasting.

Even a defense-type Soul Grand Master standing here to take this arrow head-on would be pierced straight through.

Xue Yao nodded with satisfaction.

He had long-range attacks and armor penetration. Now, he just needed a special move for close-quarters combat.

"The last move, Peck."

The Little Griffin's eyes turned sharp.

It made a U-turn in mid-air and dove straight toward the puppet.

The moment it neared the puppet, its head thrust forward violently, its beak flashing with a dazzling golden light.

"Clang, clang."

Two extremely crisp impact sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

It was too fast.

To an outsider, it looked as if the Little Griffin had only pecked once.

But in reality, it had completed two extremely precise strikes on weak points in that split second.

This is the characteristic of "Peck." It naturally comes with a double-hit effect.

Moreover, the most terrifying part wasn't the damage of the move itself.

Xue Yao looked at the puppet, which was shaken to the point of falling apart, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He thought of his first Soul Skill.

That god-tier passive known as "Wind-Riding Combo."

As long as the attack isn't interrupted, each strike stacks one layer of the combo.

And this single skill, "Peck," instantly triggers two hit judgments.

This meant that as long as he used this move, his passive would instantly gain two free stacks.

Stacking two layers of the passive with one hit—this was simply a god-tier synergy.

Feather Acceleration, Wind Arrow, Peck.

Added to the area-of-effect attack inherent to his Martial Soul, Wind Blade.

Xue Yao let out a long sigh of relief.

Four skills.

An ordinary soul master has to grind until level 40 as a Soul Ancestor to possess four soul skills.

And he was only six years old this year.

He hadn't even reached level 20, yet he already held four major killing moves in his hands.

Among them were monstrous combo and amplification effects.

If this were to get out, the Cardinals of the Martial Soul Hall would likely have their jaws drop to the floor.

Just as Xue Yao was calculating in his mind.

A strange palpitation suddenly surged from within his body.

His soul power, which had been flowing smoothly, suddenly began to boil violently, sending waves of numbness through his meridians.

Xue Yao was taken aback. He immediately sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Not long after.

"Hum—"

A visible cyan shockwave erupted violently from his body.

The shockwave whipped up a gust of wind in the courtyard, blowing away the fallen leaves on the ground.

Xue Yao opened his eyes and exhaled a long, stale breath.

Level fifteen.

These three months of grueling training, combined with the mastery of theoretical knowledge.

Had deepened his understanding of his martial soul by several levels.

His soul power had also naturally followed suit, breaking through the bottleneck and crossing into the threshold of level fifteen.

Two levels in three months.

This speed was no different from riding a rocket.

"Not bad."

Xue Yao stood up and brushed the dust off his trousers.

He glanced at the Little Griffin on his shoulder.

The little guy's aura was now even sharper than when it had first awakened. The sheen on its feathers was also brighter.

The foundation of a hexagonal warrior had been completely laid.

The road ahead would be much easier to walk.

Life at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, it seemed, would not be too boring.

Xue Yao shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to walk into the villa hall.

Outside the door, the Steel Puppet that had been used as a target finally could not hold on any longer.

With a "crack."

It shattered directly into a pile of scrap metal, scattering all over the ground.