[Tang San: Hmph, arrogant fool. Just wait until he faces my Tang Sect Hidden Weapons. Let's see how cocky he is then!]
[Xiao Hongchen: Tang San, you little bastard, quit yapping. If you've got the guts, come fight me right now. My cannons could use a target!]
Tang San was left speechless. He only had two soul rings right now. What could he possibly fight him with?
[Chen Xin: This boy's firepower is indeed terrifying, but brute force alone won't win a duel between soul masters.]
[Du Busi: I never said he relied on brute force alone. He learned his close-combat swordsmanship from Ji Juechen, too. Weigh that up for yourselves.]
At those words, the world channel erupted again. Even his close combat was that fierce? How were they supposed to stand a chance?
[Yu Xiaogang: Impossible! How could such a perfect person exist in this world? This contradicts martial soul theory!]
[Xiao Hongchen: What the hell do you know, you theoretical deadweight? Ji Juechen only had rank-three innate soul power!]
Innate rank three? Those words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, leaving their heads ringing.
[Chen Xin: Innate rank three? Then what is his martial soul?]
[Du Busi: A longsword. The most ordinary kind, without any special abilities or attributes.]
Chen Xin froze as he read the message, nearly dropping the sword in his hand. This was utterly absurd.
With rank-three innate soul power and the most ordinary longsword for a martial soul, how could he possibly have cultivated to such a level?
He understood all too well what that meant. This was nothing short of a miracle. No, this was an outright monster.
[Feng Xiaotian: Holy shit! Innate rank three? The most ordinary longsword? What did this lunatic grow up eating?]
[Ning Fengzhi: Innate rank three, and