The Powerful Numbers

"Damn it!"

A violent shout rang out.

Mi Hu, who had been looking up at the sky with arrogance just a moment ago, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and was sent flying backward, slamming into the city wall not far away.

"Ugh! You little beast, you...!"

Crashing into the wall, Mi Hu felt his vision go black.

As a three-ring Soul Elder, he was considered a decent expert among the common folk who traveled through here daily.

Not to mention, his Martial Soul was a Beast Martial Soul, which provided the greatest enhancement to physical attributes.

With his strong and sturdy physique, even without using soul skills, he could effortlessly shout out the ten-man declaration of a certain Master Ip to those ordinary people.

Yet even so, the pain radiating from his abdomen and back made him unable to stop himself from crying out.

But along with the pain came a surging, uncontrollable sense of rage and humiliation.

He had been struck by someone, and the one who hit him was nothing more than a little beast who hadn't even grown his hair out yet.

How could he not be furious?

Even his brother had never hit him like this!

"I want you dead!!"

Crimson filled Mi Long's eyes; the pain in his body only fueled the violent rage rising within him.

White, yellow, and purple soul rings manifested around his body.

Sharp claws glinting with cold light and dark green, thick, scaled armor covered Mi Hu, making his already heavy armor look even more bloated.

At the same time, a swollen tail sprouted from behind him, slamming into the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

On the dark green leathery scales were two rows of broad, upright spikes.

Combined with the soul mark flickering on his back, he looked exactly like a humanoid Berserk Crocodile.

"First Soul Skill - Deadly Crocodile Poison!

Second Soul Skill - Fierce Crocodile Charge!

Third Soul Skill - Berserk Crocodile!"

As the three soul rings flickered, Mi Hu's aura surged several times over.

Dark green venom coated his sharp claws.

At the same time, a faint red light—likely an augmentation soul skill—shimmered, increasing his speed and imbuing his attacks with a sense of sharpness.

With a whistling wind, green and red light intertwined as Mi Hu moved like a bolt of lightning, appearing instantly before Fang Le.

He threw a fierce punch, aiming straight for his head.

The massive fist and the soul power attached to it were clearly intended to take Fang Le's life.

"Sigh, such a handsome boy, what a pity!"

"Daddy, I'm scared..."

The surrounding crowd was filled with pity and fear; an old man shook his head, while a young girl covered her eyes, afraid to witness the bloody scene to come.

Yet, there was no shortage of mockery.

A naive child, looking to be only six or seven—the age of just awakening a Martial Soul—acting so arrogant and throwing around Gold Soul Coins.

It was bound to invite jealousy.

"What's there to pity! Who told him to offend Mi Hu?

It was just a few Gold Soul Coins; he was so wealthy, what would it have hurt to just give them? Now he's thrown his life away for nothing. In my opinion, he deserves it."

However, there were also those with sharper insight.

Pulling back a restless companion who wanted to intervene, a man sneered, curled his lip, and began to walk away.

"What? You want to get involved too?!

Do you not want to live!? Why meddle in this?

If Mi Hu's little tricks could actually hurt this young master under the watch of that lord, then the pigs in Lingdou City would turn into 100,000-year soul beasts and fly into the sky tomorrow!"

"Hey! Why are you walking so fast? We haven't even finished watching!"

"Watch what? Is this a spectacle for the likes of you and me?

Have you forgotten how your great-uncle was shaken to death by the aura of experts fighting two years ago!?

If you aren't afraid, go ahead and watch, but I'm leaving."

Such is the state of the world: there is good and evil, and there is indifference.

As one of the protagonists in the arena, Fang Le merely sneered as he watched the fist coming toward him.

This wretched world! It really is quite terrible.

He had clearly paid according to the rules, even giving extra, yet somehow...

How could they all be born looking so hideous!?

Fortunately, he wasn't very tall yet, so he didn't have to look at those ugly faces. He imagined the expression on this guy's face right now must be very ugly and very vicious.

Better not to look; Fang Le was worried that seeing too much would give him nightmares tonight.

If that were to affect his excellent sleep, that would be no good.

Besides, in this world, when fists fly, who needs to see the opponent's face clearly? You only need to recognize where the fist is coming from, and then return a heavy blow in that direction.

"Hah!"

Gather breath! Throw punch!

Fist against fist; after two sounds of impact, there was an even duller thud.

Then, in the shocked eyes of Mi Hu, that brat before him, who wasn't even as tall as his thigh.

Was actually holding his own against him!

Fist against fist, using absolute, overwhelming strength to forcefully block his finishing move!

"What on earth did this brat in front of me grow up eating!!"

The same question arose in the hearts of the onlookers.

That was the finishing blow of a 3-ring Soul Elder! And it was blocked just like that?

Without even activating his Martial Soul or using a Soul Skill, he caught it with pure physical strength!?

Although Mi Hu's first soul ring wasn't the optimal configuration, ever since Mi Long made his fortune.

His second and third soul rings were all carefully selected and matched by his brother.

It could fully achieve a result where 1+1 is greater than two.

Coupled with his level 38 soul power, while he couldn't fight across ranks like those geniuses.

Facing Soul Elders below level 40, he remained a dominant figure, capable of even briefly holding his own against a Soul Ancestor.

Yet even so, facing Fang Le's small body, he couldn't advance an inch.

In other words, this child, despite his young age, was already on par with a Soul Ancestor in terms of pure physical strength!

A monster!

An absolute monster!

A monster capable of entering Shrek!

(Fang Le: Sorry, I feel offended! It is not worthy.)

However, it must be mentioned here, as everyone knows.

Although it shows more of the mechanics, do not forget.

What your Uncle Steve is world-famous for is not just his strange little tricks and magical tools.

Stats.

Stats that aren't overly described, or even described at all.

The powerful, potent stats that manifest in every action he takes.

A stalemate? Nonexistent!

Just look at his external Martial Soul; it could pin a thousand-year soul beast to the ground and hammer it the moment it awakened.

Even if Fang Le falls short of that, as a level 17 Soul Master, a swing of his arm carries at least 5,000 jin of force.

Even if he cannot completely defeat every Soul Ancestor, he can at least match the vast majority of assault-type Soul Ancestors.

The "all" here includes the Golden Dragon King with its strength attribute, and a certain stat-monster Lion Dog.

If someone could awaken them as their Martial Soul, perhaps by the time they reached the Soul Ancestor rank, they might be able to arm-wrestle with the current Fang Le.

Fang Le: Ancestor of Strength? Hah! In my eyes, they are nothing but fools waiting to be slaughtered.

"How is this possible!"

Mi Hu exclaimed in shock, but the game was officially over.

In his horrified eyes.

Fang Le turned his fist into a palm, grabbed Mi Hu's fist, pulled it down sharply, and sent him stumbling.

Then, without even looking, he raised his leg and delivered a spinning kick, his small foot slamming into the man's horrified face.

A beautiful roundhouse kick!

Mi Hu cooperated quite well, spinning and flipping as he hit the ground!

Mi Hu down!