Second Martial Soul

On the diamond-paved ground, Chen Xin and Erlang stood facing each other, more than twenty meters apart.

Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed as he studied the strange fellow before him.

He truly was strange. Not only was he encased from head to toe in silver battle armor, but he also gave off no presence whatsoever.

If Chen Xin had not sensed his breathing and seen the bright eyes beneath his faceplate, he might almost have thought that the figure before him was not a living person, but a suit of armor forged by Ling Yi that had come to life on its own.

As Chen Xin's gaze wandered, he noticed that silver was not the only color on this man named Erlang. A golden slingshot and a yellow cloth pouch hung at his waist, he wore a pair of cyan gloves, and fine dark-gold and black patterns ran across every joint of his armor.

"Come on," Chen Xin said, raising his chin slightly and gesturing to Erlang.

With his strength as an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, there was no one in Lingyun City who could make him strike first. This time, he was merely weighing the potential of the new path Ling Yi had spoken of and seeing how it differed from the Martial Soul system of Soul Masters.

Sensing Chen Xin's somewhat casual bearing, Ling Yi stood outside the training ground beside Chen Jianjun, his smile undiminished as though he were waiting for a good show.

Just as Chen Jianjun was about to ask something, the taciturn Erlang moved.

He neither charged forward nor circulated his Soul Power. He simply took the golden slingshot from his waist and drew three silvery-white pellets from the yellow cloth pouch.

He raised his hand, drew