Establishing Authority

Qian Ren Shuang instantly sensed the hidden hostility from the other man. He kicked the registration table over and spoke first, his tone carrying a hint of provocation. "Hey, old man, got a problem with us? If you do, then come on and let's have a go!"

Seeing Guilmon in such an abnormal state for the first time, his presence terrifying, Ning Rongrong hurried forward and asked with a face full of worry, "What's wrong with Guilmon? He feels kind of scary like this."

"It's nothing too serious. The main thing is that Guilmon himself has a very strong tendency to attack. Even though we've made him much gentler over the years, he still gets like this when his emotions are provoked." Qian Ren Shuang answered Ning Rongrong's concern somewhat helplessly.

"So what if I look down on you?! Didn't you hear what I just said, you deaf bastard!" Li Yusong's face darkened, and his tone turned extremely nasty as he snapped with thick mockery.

"That's right, if the people in front don't meet the requirements, hurry up and leave. Don't waste everyone else's time!" The people lining up at the back also chimed in one after another, urging them on.

The noisy criticism around them rang out one after another. Qian Ren Shuang turned to Ning Rongrong and warned, "Rongrong, run farther away first. I'm going to explain my reasoning to this old man."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped holding back his aura and slowly revealed his soul ring configuration of two yellow, two purple, and one black. (For the protagonist's first ring, if its age exceeded the current recognized limit, the Asura God would have Tang Chen leave Slaughter City early, Bo Saixi would come from Sea God Island, and the matter of hunting Tang Hao down would make the Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall go to full war. The other two sects and the two empires would seize the chance to kick them while they were down, and the protagonist would have no time to develop before being cleared away like a common soldier.) His momentum abruptly surged.

(If the second, third, fourth, or fifth rings exceeded the current age limit, when war broke out, Ning Fengzhi would go discuss with the others how to kick them while they were down? The protagonist would be cleared away by Bone Douluo.) His aura rose sharply.

(The protagonist would later realize that soul rings, soul bones, and god positions were all burdens, and would abandon them all.)

Ning Rongrong, whose nature of admiring the strong was carved into her bones, was very obedient. She immediately ran quickly into the distance and stood still, her gaze fixed tightly on the field, her heart full of anticipation as to who would be the final victor once this duel ended.

Li Yusong keenly sensed the evil attribute wrapped deep within Qian Ren Shuang's soul power. He immediately assumed a righteous stance and shouted sternly, "A mere Soul King dares be so arrogant? You naturally evil brat, I don't have time to wait for you to commit evil. This old man will personally deal with you right now!"

Holding the Dragon Pattern Staff, Li Yusong moved, carrying a fierce gust of wind as he stabbed viciously straight at Qian Ren Shuang's temple.

When it came to suppressing corruption and purging evil entities, the Qian Clan had specially formed an Angel Legion. In this field, the Qian Clan was the absolute authority on the continent.

Even the leader of the Angel Legion—Qian Daoliu—had not reacted with such excessive hostility when he first saw Guilmon. So what was this old man in front of him pretending to be so righteous for?

"Guilmon, go!"

Having received the order to fight, Guilmon had no more restraints. The fighting intent in his heart erupted completely, and he unleashed his first innate ability without hesitation—Rock-Breaking Claw!

Cold light flashed. The sharp claws of Guilmon's left hand suddenly extended, piercing straight through Li Yusong's wrist in an instant.

With the artery in his wrist damaged, the blood that gushed out was like starving students rushing to the cafeteria after the dismissal bell rang, desperately streaming out one after another.

Warm blood kept splattering down onto the uneven, cracked earth beneath their feet. The dry scent of soil mixed with the heavy stench of blood, weaving together and giving off a smell that made people feel deeply uncomfortable.

His wrist pierced through by sharp claws, intense pain instantly swept through his entire body. Li Yusong, badly injured, immediately lost every bit of strength in that arm. He could no longer hold the Dragon Pattern Staff in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a "clatter."

Before Li Yusong could recover from the agonizing pain coming from his wrist, a cold, grating tearing sound rang out again. The sharp claws on Guilmon's right hand carried a keen edge, and with a muffled pfft, they directly punched completely through Li Yusong's abdomen.

Qian Ren Shuang raised his slender right hand, lightly gathering his fingertips as if picking up a warm, smooth go stone, and leisurely plucked up his own first soul ring.

He deliberately put on a profound, pretentious air, quietly placing the soul ring, which flowed with a moist luster, in the center between his brows. The next moment, the soul ring suddenly slid down along his right arm. With a flash of streaming light, it slid straight to his left shoulder. Before the aura had even settled, the soul ring flowed again, sweeping sideways with another swish and landing on his right shoulder.

Immediately afterward, he deftly turned his wrist, his entire arm sinking with the motion as it slowly moved down toward the lower left, guiding the soul ring to the position of his left waist. Finally, his arm whipped forward, and the power of that soul ring instantly poured out, spilling steadily onto Guilmon's body before him.

That move is so damn showy.

Among the crowd, Dai Mubai, who had witnessed this whole flashy, affected sequence of movements, along with Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing, who were quietly watching from the registration line, all had the exact same complaint pop into their minds almost at the same time.

In truth, this flashy starting motion for a soul skill was not some fixed martial soul casting process at all. It was purely a personal habit.

From the time Qian Ren Shuang awakened his martial soul until before he was nine and a half years old, he had been personally taught by Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong herself had a gloomy temperament with a strong trace of chuunibyou. After being influenced by her day in and day out for years, Qian Ren Shuang had unconsciously picked up more or less the same habit of loving poses and caring about spectacle.

Detached martial souls were similar in nature to food-type martial souls. Before activating skills, they both required the corresponding soul incantation to be chanted.

It was just that compared to Yu Xiaogang's exaggerated soul incantation, Qian Ren Shuang's soul incantation seemed especially plain and unadorned.

"First soul skill, Soul Skill Switch, Enhancement Core!"

Clearly knowing that the opponent's next move would be fatal without question, Qian Ren Shuang had no emotional outburst at all. He merely lifted his foot and walked past Li Yusong's side, saying in an extremely calm tone, "Excuse me."

Seeing his opponent wide open and completely undefended, a fierce light flashed in Guilmon's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he instantly activated his second innate ability—Guilmon Cannon!

A heavy pressure rushed toward them. Deep in his throat, violent fire-type energy began rapidly condensing. The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, more and more blazing.

The fear of death completely seized Li Yusong. He could no longer care about any dignity as a teacher or any righteous excuses. Using the fastest speech of his entire life, he trembled and cried out hoarsely for mercy:

"You can enroll, you can enroll! Don't kill me, don't kill me!—"

Dai Mubai, who was watching from the side, Ning Rongrong, who stood close by not far away, and all the candidates who had come to apply in the line all subconsciously shifted their feet quietly to both sides. Every one of them showed wariness, afraid that the power about to erupt would affect them and drag them into disaster.