Wang Long Battles Little Black

Wang Long did not know that Little Black was Feng Baiyu's martial soul, but since everything here belonged to Young Master Feng, he naturally felt embarrassed to bully it.

Seeing that Little Black held some hostility toward Wang Long, Feng Baiyu couldn't help but frown.

Little Black was usually a simpleton; it had never displayed such an expression before. What was it about Wang Long that could make Little Black dislike him so much?

Could it be the hostility of a phoenix toward a dragon?

A possibility crossed Feng Baiyu's mind, and he said, "Little Black, go and have a spar with Wang Long!"

"Wang Long, teach Little Black a lesson," Feng Baiyu instructed. "Give it your all; let's see how you fare."

"Yes, Young Master Feng." Wang Long responded, summoning his [Coiling Dragon Staff] martial soul.

"Wang Long, martial soul Coiling Dragon Staff, level twenty..."

Before Wang Long could finish his sentence, Little Black flapped its wings and charged forward.

Seeing this, Wang Long stopped wasting words and shouted, "First soul skill: [Dragon Pattern Impact]!"

The [Coiling Dragon Staff], bolstered by a 200% attack boost, struck toward Little Black.

At this moment, Little Black shed its usual goofy demeanor, its sharp claws colliding head-on with the [Coiling Dragon Staff].

Clang!

With that single collision, Wang Long was sent flying backward.

Feng Baiyu sensed the output; Little Black had just fully unleashed the strength of a thousand-year soul beast!

It wasn't the strength of an ordinary thousand-year soul beast, though Feng Baiyu had seen too few to make a direct comparison.

The only reason Wang Long was merely knocked away was that Little Black had engaged in a simple brute-force clash rather than delivering a fatal blow.

"Little Black, stop!" Feng Baiyu quickly called his martial soul back, grumbling, "You never want to show your strength on normal days, but now you decide to show off?"

"Caw!"

Little Black let out a proud, triumphant cry, as if it were gloating at Feng Baiyu.

Looking into Little Black's eyes, Feng Baiyu knew its intelligence hadn't increased; it was simply uncomfortable seeing a sworn enemy.

Were dragons and phoenixes considered sworn enemies?

Feng Baiyu wasn't entirely sure, but he could observe Little Black's attitude toward others with dragon-related martial souls.

"Alright, it seems you two can't spar properly." Feng Baiyu called Little Black back and said, "Wang Long, go rest and heal. I'll have Shui Guan guide you later."

"Yes, Young Master Feng." Wang Long struggled to climb up from the ground, ashamed. "I have disappointed you."

"It's not a disappointment; Little Black just lacks sportsmanship," Feng Baiyu said. "Little Black is my external martial soul, and its strength is roughly equal to mine, so it's normal that you couldn't beat it. It's just usually very lazy; I didn't expect it to use its full strength when sparring with you."

"Th-this is your martial soul!" Wang Long was shocked; he hadn't realized Young Master Feng's martial soul was an external one.

Before Feng Baiyu, there was only one recorded case of an external martial soul in the entire world. That was the disgrace of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—Yu Xiaogang!

He never expected that Young Master Feng's martial soul would also be an external one.

However, Wang Long never imagined that Young Master Feng's external martial soul would be this powerful!

Who said external martial souls were trash? This one was incredibly strong!

It wasn't the external martial soul that was trash, just Gangzi himself.

Wang Long was a Great Soul Master after all; he wouldn't be on the verge of death from a single ordinary impact. He took a bun from his storage soul tool and began to eat it in large bites.

This bun was a [Recovery Bun] made by a food-type soul master raised by his family; after eating it, he would be back to his energetic self in no time.

As a family possessing two level-96 Super Douluos, they had quite a few retainers below the Soul Saint level. Before Wang Long came to find Young Master Feng, he had prepared countless supplies.

Something like this [Recovery Bun] was just the most ordinary item. Besides, he could just ask for more when he ran out; he didn't feel the slightest bit of heartache using it.

Feng Baiyu sat in the tree, petting Little Black, and whispered, "Little Black, oh Little Black, you have quite an opinion on the dragon clan, don't you?"

"The once-in-ten-thousand-years Douluo Chicken Dinner Tournament is about to begin," Feng Baiyu suddenly said softly. "Little Black, we will definitely make it to the end, right!"

"Ooh~ ooh~ ooh~"

Little Black chirped a few times, as if asking: What are you doing?

Feng Baiyu looked at Little Black's blank expression and smiled helplessly.

Forget it.

Feng Baiyu fed Little Black a bit of food and then entered a state of meditation.

From the moment Wang Long arrived at Feng Baiyu's home, he entered a state of being beaten up every single day.

Every day, without fail, a move was unleashed upon Wang Long. Wang Long tried to resist every time, but he never managed to defend against Little Black.

Yet, Wang Long was not one to give up. He discovered that although he was beaten up all day, his cultivation speed had increased significantly. Aside from the guidance of his teacher, Shui Duanliu, the more important factor was having Little Black as a sparring partner.

Of course, Feng Baiyu couldn't let Little Black beat Wang Long to death. He kept a Soul Emperor-level support master at home, and whenever Little Black beat Wang Long, that support-type Soul Emperor would heal him as quickly as possible.

After this continued for half a month, Wang Long had grown accustomed to being abused by Little Black.

On this day, after Wang Long recovered, he stood up, summoned his martial soul, and shouted at Little Black, "Little Black, come and hit me!"

"Ooh~ ooh~"

Little Black let out a cry, a hint of disdain in its eyes.

It had already thrashed the opponent so many times; it never expected him to dare provoke it again!

"Little Black, if you want to fight, go ahead." Suddenly, Feng Baiyu felt a bit mischievous and said with a smile, "But you aren't allowed to fly!"

Little Black rolled its eyes at Feng Baiyu. If it couldn't fly, was it supposed to jump up and hit him in the knees?

It seemed that was the only option left!

Little Black scraped its right claw against the ground a few times, as if gathering strength.

Feng Baiyu watched with a sense of helplessness; it seemed to have learned this from a cow-type soul beast a few days ago.

No sooner said than done, Little Black arched its back sharply like a fully drawn black bow. Its legs suddenly exerted force, and its entire body shot forward like a cannonball leaving the chamber, slamming into him sideways!

Wang Long had long been prepared. Seeing Little Black charge, he hurriedly used his Coiling Dragon Staff to intercept.

Little Black's strike was so fast it was nothing more than a black blur; even with Wang Long's preparation, it was completely useless.

With a loud "bang," Wang Long went flying once again.

"As expected, truly as expected!" Feng Baiyu watched Little Black's charge and whispered, "Little Black has an innate mastery of the Earth Mountain Bash! It just never had the chance to display it before."

"Little Black, have you noticed that this move is more powerful than using your mouth and claws?" Feng Baiyu looked at Little Black, guiding it patiently. "If you can master this move, your strength will surely increase significantly!"

"Ooh~ ooh~ ooh~"

Little Black cried out, seemingly in agreement with Feng Baiyu's words.

It locked its gaze onto Wang Long once more, intending to ram him again.

"Stop messing around, you're going to kill him!" Feng Baiyu intervened. "Can't you pick a different target? Shui Guan is right there!"

Shui Duanliu: Why hit me?