Wang Long didn't know that Little Black was Feng Baiyu's Martial Soul. But everything here belonged to Young Master Feng, so of course he couldn't bring himself to bully it.
Feng Baiyu noticed the hostility in Little Black's eyes toward Wang Long and couldn't help frowning.
Little Black was a simple-minded bird. He had never seen it make a face like that before. What was so special about Wang Long that Little Black disliked him?
Could it be the enmity between the Phoenix and the Dragon?
Feng Baiyu thought of a possibility and said, "Little Black, go have a match with Wang Long!"
"Wang Long, give Little Black a good thrashing," Feng Baiyu said. "Go all out. Make it as rough as you like."
"Yes, Young Master Feng." Wang Long answered and summoned his Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul.
"Wang Long, Martial Soul: Coiling Dragon Staff, twenty—"
Before Wang Long could finish, Little Black flapped his wings and charged at him.
Seeing this, Wang Long stopped talking and shouted, "First Soul Skill: Dragon Pattern Impact!"
The Coiling Dragon Staff, boosted to 200% attack power, swung toward Little Black.
Little Black wasn't his usual simple-minded self. His sharp claws collided with the Coiling Dragon Staff.
"Clang!"
At the first clash, Wang Long was sent flying.
Feng Baiyu sensed that Little Black had just brought out the full strength of a thousand-year Soul Beast!
It wasn't the strength of an ordinary thousand-year Soul Beast, but Feng Baiyu had seen too few Soul Beasts to make a direct comparison.
Wang Long had only been knocked flying because Little Black had simply met him head-on, without delivering a fatal chicken strike.
"Little Black, stop!" Feng Baiyu hurriedly called his Martial Soul back and scolded him. "I ask you to show your strength every day, and you refuse. Now you're showing off?"
"Caw!"
Little Black cried out proudly, as though gloating to Feng Baiyu.
Looking into Little Black's eyes, Feng Baiyu knew its intelligence hadn't improved. It simply couldn't stand seeing its natural enemy.
Were dragons and phoenixes natural enemies?
Feng Baiyu wasn't sure, but he could watch how Little Black reacted to other people with dragon-related Martial Souls.
"Enough. Looks like you two can't spar after all." Feng Baiyu called Little Black back and said, "Wang Long, rest and treat your injuries first. I'll have Shui Guan guide you later."
"Yes, Young Master Feng." Wang Long struggled to his feet, ashamed. "I've let you down."
"It's not really a disappointment. Little Black just fought dirty," Feng Baiyu said. "Little Black is my external Martial Soul, and his strength is roughly on par with mine. It's only natural that you couldn't beat him. He's usually lazy, so I didn't expect him to go all out against you."
"Th-this is your Martial Soul!" Wang Long exclaimed. Only now did he learn that Young Master Feng had an external Martial Soul.
Before Feng Baiyu, there had been only one recorded case of an external Martial Soul in the entire world. It was the disgrace of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—Yu Xiaogang!
He never would have guessed that Young Master Feng's Martial Soul was also an external Martial Soul.
But Wang Long had never imagined that Young Master Feng's external Martial Soul could be this powerful!
Who said external Martial Souls were useless? This one was incredibly strong!
It wasn't the external Martial Soul that was useless. Gangzi himself was just useless.
Wang Long was a Soul Grandmaster, after all. One ordinary tackle wasn't enough to kill him. He took a bun from his Storage Soul Tool and wolfed it down.
The bun was a Recovery Bun made by a Food-type Soul Master the family had trained. After eating it, he'd be back on his feet before long.
As a family with two level-96 Super Douluo, the Wang Family had many Soul Saint-level and lower retainers. Before coming to see Young Master Feng, Wang Long had prepared all sorts of things.
A Recovery Bun like this was just the most ordinary item. He could always go out and get more after he finished these, so he didn't mind using them at all.
Feng Baiyu sat in a tree, stroking Little Black as he murmured, "Little Black, Little Black, do you have a grudge against the Dragon Clan?"
"The once-every-ten-thousand-years Douluo Chicken Dinner Tournament is about to begin," Feng Baiyu suddenly murmured. "Little Black, we'll make it to the end for sure, right?"
"Caw~ caw~ caw~"
Little Black gave a few cries, as if asking, "What are you doing?"
Looking at Little Black's dazed expression, Feng Baiyu smiled helplessly.
Never mind.
Feng Baiyu fed Little Black a little food, then began cultivating.
From the day Wang Long arrived at Feng Baiyu's home, he fell into a routine of getting beaten once a day.
Every day, without fail, Little Black landed one attack on Wang Long. Wang Long tried to resist each time, but he could never defend against Little Black.
But Wang Long was Defiant. He found that even though he got beaten every day, his cultivation speed had increased considerably. Shui Duanliu's instruction was part of it, but more important was having Little Black as a sparring partner.
Of course, Feng Baiyu couldn't let Little Black beat Wang Long to death. He had a Soul Emperor-level support Soul Master at home. Whenever Little Black beat Wang Long, that support-type Soul Emperor healed him as quickly as possible.
After half a month of this, Wang Long had grown used to Little Black's abuse.
That day, after recovering, Wang Long stood up, summoned his Martial Soul, and taunted Little Black. "Little Black, come hit me!"
"Caw~ caw~"
Little Black let out a cry, his eyes filled with disdain.
How many times had he beaten Wang Long already? And now Wang Long still dared to Taunt him!
"Little Black, if you want to hit him, go ahead," Feng Baiyu said with a sudden mischievous grin. "But you're not allowed to fly!"
Little Black rolled his eyes at Feng Baiyu. If he couldn't fly, was he supposed to jump up and ram Wang Long's knee?
Well, ramming was about all he could do!
Little Black scraped his right claw against the ground a few times, as if Stockpiling strength.
Feng Baiyu watched helplessly. It seemed Little Black had learned this from a cow Soul Beast a few days earlier.
In a flash, Little Black arched his back like a black bow pulled taut. His legs surged with power, and his body shot sideways like a cannonball, Tackling straight into Wang Long!
Wang Long had been ready. As Little Black charged, he hurriedly raised the Coiling Dragon Staff to intercept him.
Little Black was so fast he became nothing but a black blur. Even though Wang Long had been prepared, it made no difference.
With a thud, Wang Long went flying again.
"Just as I thought, just as I thought!" Feng Baiyu watched Little Black's tackle and murmured, "Little Black is naturally skilled at Earth Mountain Bash! He just never had a chance to use it before."
"Little Black, have you noticed that this move is more powerful than biting or clawing?" Feng Baiyu coaxed him. "If you master it, your strength will surely increase by a lot!"
"Caw~ caw~ caw~"
Little Black cried out, as if agreeing with Feng Baiyu.
His gaze locked onto Wang Long once more, and he prepared to ram him again.
"Don't be a menace. You're about to ram him to death!" Feng Baiyu stopped him. "Can't you pick another target? Shui Guan's right beside you!"
Shui Duanliu: Why are you ramming me?
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