Bibi Dong sensed the panic rising inside her. She didn't want Ye Tian-gege to think less of her, so she clenched her fingers tight, driving her sharp nails into her palms.
The pain in her palms brought her back to her senses. Bibi Dong quickly made up her mind.
A web appeared between the bald man and Bibi Dong. At the same time, she swiftly retreated.
The bald man sneered and casually swept a green claw-shaped imprint in front of him. The web that had even troubled the burly man shattered instantly.
The bald man kept charging forward without slowing down.
As the claw imprint was about to land on Bibi Dong, a confident smile spread across the bald man's face.
Then he noticed that Bibi Dong, who had been retreating all along, suddenly opened her mouth. A familiar beam of white light shot straight out.
Impossible!
She had just used two Soul Skills. How could a Great Soul Master in her twenties still have any Soul Power left?!
The bald man was in midair and couldn't dodge. The white light pierced through his forehead in an instant, and the next second, the light went out of his eyes.
Bibi Dong watched the bald man's body fall before finally letting out a breath. She leaned against the wall, forcing herself to stay upright as she gasped for air.
Only then did she realize that sweat had soaked her from head to toe. Even lifting an arm left her feeling utterly drained.
She couldn't let her guard down. There was still one enemy left!
Bibi Dong steeled herself and turned toward the burly man. He had torn through the web and was watching her with an amused glint in his eyes.
"Impossible! How are you not hurt?!"
The burly man chuckled. Apparently, he figured the little girl was as good as dead, so he volunteered an explanation.
"My third Soul Skill lets me create a solid clone. It only lasts a minute, but that was plenty of time to break through your web."
"Damn it..."
Bibi Dong bit her lip, her eyes full of unwillingness.
If she had paid a little more attention to the burly man, she wouldn't have let him escape so easily.
Now, her Soul Power was completely spent, while he still had ninety percent of his strength. She couldn't take him down on her own.
The steward, who was lying nearby and pretending to be unconscious, had also sensed how things stood. With his back to the burly man, he signaled to Bibi Dong with his eyes.
Miss, you've done wonderfully. Leave this last bandit to me.
"Dong'er, this was your first real fight. You did an excellent job taking on two opponents at once."
"Let me handle him. You can use the chance to learn some close-combat techniques from a Soul Master."
Bibi Dong nodded. When she lowered her head and raised it again, her eyes had gone completely calm.
"Little girl, get over here and die!"
The burly man roared and charged up to Bibi Dong, bringing down a palm as big as a fan.
Bibi Dong—no, Ye Tian now—pulled a long saber forged from refined steel from the Storage Ring.
Ye Tian shifted his feet lightly, slipping free of the palm strike's lock. His figure darted forward, and he jabbed the saber into a particular spot on the burly man's arm.
In the air, the mighty palm imprint suddenly stalled. The burly man's face twisted with surprise and discomfort.
The flow of Soul Power he had just sent out had been cut off!
The burly man bellowed. The first and third Soul Rings behind him lit up, and in the blink of an eye, two imposing burly men appeared before Ye Tian.
"Dong'er, with a clone-type Soul Skill, you just need to observe carefully to tell which one is the real body."
Ye Tian still had time to instruct Bibi Dong as he fought. His saber flashed without pause, sometimes bearing down on the burly man like a hundred-zhang-high mountain, sometimes landing lightly on his vital points like a dragonfly touching the water.
In just a few seconds, the burly man, trying to do two things at once, revealed a weakness. Ye Tian cut down the clone in a single strike.
Using the walls of the alley, Ye Tian relied on his meager Soul Power to turn the fight into a chase. Every so often, he glanced back and added another few cuts to the burly man.
Before even the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed, the burly man's stamina and Soul Power were rapidly depleted. Driven by his instinct to survive, he turned and ran.
"Dong'er, did you see? No matter how dangerous a fight gets, you have to stay calm."
The burly man was so focused on escaping that he had apparently forgotten Ye Tian was much faster than him.
Ye Tian caught up and cut off one of the burly man's legs from behind. As the man let out a howl of pain, Ye Tian killed him with a single slash.
"Remember what I just did. When we get home, practice it on the training ground."
With that, Ye Tian returned control of the body to Dong'er.
All three bandits had been dealt with. The steward stopped pretending to be unconscious and walked over to Bibi Dong, looking at her with admiration.
Miss Dong'er was not yet ten, yet she had taken down three Soul Elders in their thirties all by herself. With talent like hers, the two masters would surely be proud of her one day.
"Miss, let's head home first. The guards will come and deal with the trash here."
"All right." Bibi Dong's face was pale. She glanced at the steward, closed her eyes, and hurried away.
Not long after leaving the alley, Bibi Dong still felt the smell of blood lingering beneath her nose. After the tense fight for her life, images of the three men's corpses kept surfacing in her mind.
In the end, she couldn't hold it in any longer. She turned aside with difficulty and threw up.
Ye Tian's eyes filled with sympathy, but he knew that to survive on the Douluo Continent, she had to get past the sight of blood.
Bibi Dong threw up until she was utterly spent. In the end, the steward simply carried her back to her room.
When she opened her eyes again, dusk had begun to fall outside.
"Ye Tian-gege, can you teach me the moves you used earlier?"
"Of course. Go eat something first."
Bibi Dong soon had the kitchen bring her some food. After filling her stomach, she returned to the Mental Space.
"Ye Tian-gege, let's begin!"
Bibi Dong looked at Ye Tian with a determined gaze. She would never allow herself to be this weak again.
If she couldn't even defeat three Soul Masters of the same rank, how could she ever ascend to the throne of the Supreme Pontiff?
Ye Tian taught her every move in the set that went with his spear technique, holding nothing back.
Because of his Martial Soul, he had been practicing with a spear nonstop since the age of six. Every move he had learned was a killing technique.
To hone his spear technique, he had gone to the Soul Fighting Arena after reaching level thirty. At first, he had been beaten until he was gravely injured. In the end, he had won a hundred consecutive matches.
"Before every move, you have to think about how your enemy will respond."
"The angle of your attack must leave your enemy no way to dodge. That way, you can keep up the rhythm of your assault without interruption."
"Memorize this set of moves and practice at least a hundred times a day, until your body has carved them into its bones!"
After learning the moves, Bibi Dong threw punches like rain on the training ground. Whenever she got a movement wrong, Ye Tian pointed it out without mercy. Now he had become the strictest of teachers, showing not the slightest leniency.
Whenever Bibi Dong thought she was out of strength and could no longer stand, Ye Tian's voice would ring out in time.
"Get up!"
"You can't take this little bit of hardship? And you still want to become the greatest person on the Douluo Continent!"
"If you want to give up, then keep lying there. Otherwise, as long as you're not dead, keep training!"
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