Soul Bone Skill, Iron Arm Spirit Ape

Jing Chen released the soul bone and carefully sensed the changes in his condition, gradually figuring a few things out.

Besides granting him an Active Skill, this soul bone also came with a Passive Skill that resembled a berserk state.

As long as he released the soul bone, this Passive Skill would take effect, making his blood boil and leaving him extremely exhilarated.

It was similar to certain enhancement Soul Skills involving berserk states or rampages, allowing him to unleash greater strength.

At his current level of exhilaration, his strength had likely increased by thirty percent, while his defense, speed, reaction time, and the rest had improved by roughly the same proportion.

A single Passive Skill could raise all attributes by nearly thirty percent. It was undeniably an impressive skill.

Moreover, this was only the effect of a soul bone that was just over six hundred years old. If its age broke through one thousand years, ten thousand years, or even a Hundred Thousand Year, its enhancement effect would likely increase accordingly.

In the future, the proportional boost to all attributes might reach forty percent, fifty percent, or even higher. That would be rather terrifying.

"This Ice Crystal Behemoth truly lives up to the name of a Super Soul Beast," Jing Chen praised happily.

He had originally thought that the soul bone had only given him an Active Skill, but he had not expected the pleasant surprise of a Passive Skill as well.

A Hundred-Year soul bone providing two top-tier skills was likely something only a Super Soul Beast like the Ice Crystal Behemoth could produce.

"A soul beast like the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger should be able to produce one too," Jing Chen silently added.

After figuring out the effects of the Passive Skill, Jing Chen began testing the Active Skill.

"Behemoth Blade Slash." Jing Chen's gaze suddenly sharpened, and the claws on his left hand gave off fierce, domineering energy fluctuations.

Jing Chen swung his left hand upward in a diagonal slash. The motion was fast, yet it gave off an unmistakable sense of strain.

That feeling fully demonstrated the extraordinary power of this claw strike. Using it with Jing Chen's current strength was somewhat difficult.

What appeared after the slash was not four sharp blades of light, but the phantom of an Ice Crystal Behemoth over two meters tall.

The Ice Crystal Behemoth phantom lifted its feet from the ground and charged through the air, its equally long arms poised for battle.

As it neared a tree that would take two people to encircle, the Ice Crystal Behemoth phantom swung both arms, leaving behind streaks of blade-like afterimages.

The Ice Crystal Behemoth phantom vanished, and numerous shallow, neat claw marks appeared on the tree it had attacked.

Every claw mark had sunk eight or nine-tenths of the way into the wood, nearly piercing the trunk completely. More than a dozen intersecting claw marks formed a net-like pattern across it.

The little wood that remained could no longer support the tree's weight. With a creak, the great tree toppled over.

Boom. As the tree hit the ground, Jing Chen put away the soul bone and walked over, running his hand across the smooth cuts in the trunk.

"The power is pretty good." Jing Chen nodded in satisfaction, both surprised and delighted.

Having often hunted soul beasts, he knew that even some Thousand-Year Soul Beasts would struggle to easily break a tree of that thickness.

Yet his Soul Skill had accomplished it, which meant its power was enough to rival the attacks of a Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

For someone with a cultivation level of fifteen, being able to produce an attack of such power was already more than enough to satisfy him.

Two days later, Jing Chen returned to the small cabin he had built. As soon as he got back, he washed up and then had a good sleep.

After waking, Jing Chen was fully refreshed, and all the exhaustion from his travels over the past few days had vanished.

After cooking some soul beast meat to eat, Jing Chen brought Yi Yi to Nine Spirit Forest.

This time, he had not come to let Yi Yi devour soul beasts to increase its cultivation, but to find a soul beast for himself to practice against.

Since awakening his martial soul, he had never fought before. Now that he had obtained his first soul ring, it was time to test his combat strength.

Nine Spirit Forest was a very small soul beast forest. The strongest soul beasts within were Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, while Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were almost nonexistent.

At least, during the past five years, he had never encountered a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Even soul beasts over three thousand years old were rare.

He even suspected that the Azure Nether Turtle of over four thousand years that he had encountered before was the oldest soul beast in this forest.

After Yi Yi's cultivation reached one thousand years, he had often wandered around the center of the forest.

Yet after roaming around for two or three years, the highest-aged soul beast he had encountered was that Azure Nether Turtle. There had been none older than it.

The reason Yi Yi had only gained a little over two thousand years of cultivation in five years was also because the soul beasts in this forest were generally not very powerful.

After breaking through one thousand years of cultivation, devouring Hundred-Year Soul Beasts only gave it a year's increase, or sometimes even less. How could its growth possibly be fast?

If Yi Yi devoured without restraint and consumed every soul beast in Nine Spirit Forest, it could indeed reach five or six thousand years.

But Jing Chen was unwilling to engage in such destructive exploitation. Even a ruthless, villainous person like him had certain principles.

This visit to Nine Spirit Forest would also be his last. After finishing his practice, he planned to leave with Yi Yi and move elsewhere.

The soul beasts Yi Yi could devour in Nine Spirit Forest were too weak, offering little help in increasing its strength. Staying any longer would only waste time.

It needed to go to a higher-level soul beast forest. Only there could its strength improve quickly.

Jing Chen wandered around Nine Spirit Forest for more than an hour before finally encountering a suitable soul beast to practice against.

It was an Iron Arm Spirit Ape, a high-level soul beast with over seven hundred years of cultivation. Ordinary soul masters in their teens would find it difficult to contend with.

At Jing Chen's signal, Yi Yi ran off to wait in the distance. It gestured animatedly and babbled away, cheering Jing Chen on.

As long as Yi Yi did not reveal its own aura, the Iron Arm Spirit Ape had no fear of Jing Chen, a six-year-old child.

The Iron Arm Spirit Ape bared its teeth viciously at Jing Chen, then quickly sprang into action. It leaped high into the air and grabbed a tree branch, swinging its body forward.

The forest was filled with trees, making it the Iron Arm Spirit Ape's favorite kind of environment.

It swung nimbly from one tree, caught hold of another, then swung to yet another, rapidly closing the distance to Jing Chen.

Jing Chen was not overly nervous, but neither did he feel relaxed. At once, he released his Martial Soul.

The phantom of the Qilin Martial Soul appeared behind him. After Martial Soul Possession, Jing Chen grew slightly taller, and a thin layer of Ice Crystal Scales formed over the surface of his skin.

His hair changed as well, turning ice-blue to match the scales covering his body.

After releasing his Martial Soul, the energy fluctuations emanating from Jing Chen's body became far stronger, and cold air continuously spilled from him.

The Iron Arm Spirit Ape swung itself toward Jing Chen, reaching out with both hands to grab him and knock him down.

The opponent held the advantage in height, making it difficult for Jing Chen to confront it directly. He hurriedly moved to the left and turned his body sideways.

Jing Chen was quite fast. He successfully passed by the Iron Arm Spirit Ape, evading its attack.

The moment he steadied himself, Jing Chen pushed off hard and charged toward the Iron Arm Spirit Ape. Once he was close enough, he leaped into the air and unleashed a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree kick.

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