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Seeing that Xu Tianming had no intention of responding for the moment, Kong Deming simply took the initiative to change the subject:

"Tianming, was that move you just unleashed also something granted by your first soul skill?"

Upon hearing Kong Deming ask this question, Xu Tianming shook his head:

"It wasn't. That move just now... I suppose it should be considered a technique I realized on my own; it has nothing to do with soul skills."

Although he was lying, Xu Tianming didn't blush or skip a beat. After all, anything concerning Mavuika was his most core secret, and for the sake of safety, it was better that no one knew.

However, this shocked Kong Deming once again.

Only six years old! A self-created martial technique! A power comparable to the full-force strike of a Soul Ancestor!

If anyone had said these words to Kong Deming before today, he would have certainly dismissed them as a lunatic.

Even seeing it with his own eyes, he still felt a sense of unreality.

But because he had lived for so long, Kong Deming quickly thought of a reasonable explanation:

Perhaps it was because the world had suffered under Shrek for too long!

And this nephew of his was a genius born in response to the era, destined by fate to lead the Sun-Moon Empire in unifying the Douluo Continent!

Xu Tianming had no way of knowing what Kong Deming was thinking at that moment. Watching his expression, which was as calm as an ancient well (though his heart was actually in complete turmoil), Xu Tianming hesitated for a moment before speaking with a hint of embarrassment:

"Uncle, that move just now was just something I thought up on the fly. Although the power might be a bit lacking, you aren't allowed to laugh at me! I feel like I'll definitely be able to create even stronger martial techniques in the future!"

There was no help for it. Because that Sun-Shattering Strike had produced no effect on Kong Deming, Xu Tianming was completely unable to judge his true combat strength at that moment. Coupled with the fact that he couldn't discern anything unusual from his uncle's expression, he had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure, using such rhetoric to probe indirectly.

Kong Deming was visibly stunned upon hearing this. Although he didn't speak, Xu Tianming could understand the meaning behind that expression:

Are you actually listening to what you're saying?

After a moment, seeing the genuine ignorance on his nephew's face, Kong Deming finally realized where the problem lay.

Because he had always viewed his nephew as a peerless genius, he had subconsciously ignored the fact that he had just turned six and was still unclear about many aspects of the soul master world's power rankings.

After awkwardly scratching his nose, he gently patted Xu Tianming on the shoulder and said with a wry smile:

"Tianming, if your move just now can be called 'a bit lacking,' then I'm afraid no one on the entire Douluo Continent is qualified to act tough in front of you."

"Uncle, don't try to comfort me. My move just now hit your personal defensive soul guidance barrier and didn't even leave a mark. Doesn't that count as lacking?"

Once these words were out, Kong Deming didn't know what to say for a moment.

So, he was having self-doubts because of this?

After another wry smile, Kong Deming explained helplessly:

"Tianming, you underestimate your uncle too much. Any defensive soul guidance device that your uncle carries on his person is at least at the Level 8 standard. Let alone you, even a seven-ring Soul Saint might not necessarily be able to leave a mark on that defensive barrier!"

Hearing this, Xu Tianming's eyes lit up just enough:

"Really, Uncle? You aren't pulling my leg, are you? Then what level was my move just now?"

Kong Deming did not answer this question immediately, but instead asked in return:

"Can you unleash that move again?"

Without a doubt, the answer was no.

Not to mention that Mavuika currently lacked the strength to control Xu Tianming's body again, even if she could, the battle intent accumulated by his first soul skill had already been emptied by that previous strike.

After thinking through his current situation, Xu Tianming shook his head:

"It doesn't seem possible... That move was something I thought of on the spot, and I haven't fully mastered it. Plus, the soul power I absorbed and converted from you just now has been exhausted."

"If you had sufficient soul power converted from battle intent, would you be confident in unleashing it once more?"

After hesitating for a moment, Xu Tianming nodded:

"If the soul power converted from battle intent is sufficient, then I suppose it would be possible..."

After all, according to Mavuika, although she was a bit weak right now, as long as she could absorb enough battle intent, she could quickly recover her state.

After listening, Kong Deming quickly made a basic judgment on Xu Tianming's situation:

The lack of proficiency in the technique was easy to solve; it only required more practice in the future.

As for the soul power converted from battle intent...

Recalling the moment, it took his nephew about ten seconds to absorb his battle intent to reach the limit.

In other words, in an ideal state, his nephew could unleash this terrifying strike consecutively against an enemy in battle!

What heaven-defying potential!

Thinking that his nephew's future enemies would have to face that terrifying strike at any moment, Kong Deming couldn't help but want to mourn for those poor souls.

"Tianming, the power of your move just now is comparable to a newly advanced four-ring Soul Ancestor. If you can unleash it consecutively in battle, there will be no one of your age in this world who can be your opponent!"

After careful consideration, Kong Deming chose to tell him the truth without holding anything back.

He chose to believe that his nephew would not become complacent due to pride. After all, if he couldn't even control his own mindset, it would mean his previous guess might have been wrong.

And the facts were exactly as he had expected.

Upon hearing that the battle power he unleashed at full force was enough to rival a Soul Ancestor, Xu Tianming was only excited for a brief moment before his expression returned to normal. His emotional stability was so great that it made Kong Deming find it hard to believe this was truly just a six-year-old child.

As expected, a peerless prodigy born in accordance with the era cannot be judged by conventional logic.

"So, Uncle, is this the reason you want to support me in seizing the position of Crown Prince?"

Hearing this, Kong Deming nodded.

Seeing this, Xu Tianming took a deep breath, then looked at him with a firm gaze and said:

"Uncle, I feel it is too early to discuss these matters. Father is currently in the prime of his life and at his peak; regarding the matter of the Crown Prince, I believe it is better not to participate in the competition too early. After all, my brothers have always been eyeing that position like tigers watching their prey. If they discover that I also intend to compete, I fear it would bring a great deal of trouble to my daily life."

Calm, rational, yet not lacking in ambition.

After quickly making a judgment on his nephew's character, Kong Deming patted his shoulder once more:

"Very well, Uncle will listen to you and hold off on the competition for now. Whenever you feel the time is ripe, remember to tell Uncle, and at that moment, Uncle will surely do everything in his power to support you in ascending to that position! Even if someone else manages to seize that seat first, Uncle will be able to make them voluntarily abdicate it to you!"