Hand-to-Hand Combat Was the Best Training

The two vanished from where they stood at the same time, making Huo Yuhao's scalp tingle.

So fast! Even with his Spirit Eyes activated, he could barely track their movements.

The stone slabs covering the ground kept shattering, yet neither fighter could be seen.

An occasional afterimage flickered as they constantly shifted between the ground and the air, like a slideshow.

Explosions continued to ring out, their dense, relentless barrage making Huo Yuhao feel deeply uncomfortable.

Uchiha Huan had not used any soul skills or ninjutsu. If he combined them with his other abilities, he could make Long Aotian kneel within minutes.

Yet Long Aotian was also a rare opponent for him.

His soul power level and physical strength were both perfectly suited to be Huan's opponent.

He was neither a Title Douluo who could crush him through sheer numerical superiority, nor an ordinary Soul Sage with defenses that shattered at the slightest touch.

His Silver-Level Second Awakening and Skin Martial Soul's extraordinary vitality and strength gave him combat power beyond that of Soul Masters at the same level.

Uchiha Huan's Monstrous Strength, abundant vitality, and the enhancements to his physique and regenerative abilities granted by the hundred-thousand-year Ink Jade Divine Bamboo torso bone and the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone also made him far stronger than Soul Masters of the same level.

Du Bushi and Old Jin were watching the battle in secret as well.

The two had long guessed that when Uchiha Huan was announced as the Young Sect Master, Long Aotian would challenge him.

"That kid's physique is actually this strong?" Old Jin revealed a shocked expression.

"Otherwise, how do you think he managed to absorb a ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring?"

Old Jin had originally thought that Uchiha Huan specialized in spiritual soul skills.

Yet Uchiha Huan was directly engaging Long Aotian, who possessed a Skin Martial Soul, in hand-to-hand combat.

And Uchiha Huan's vitality and strength were not the slightest bit inferior to Long Aotian's.

"His physique is a little absurdly strong."

"It should be because of his second Martial Soul. I can sense the immense life force within it," Du Bushi said.

"Long Aotian is only level sixty-nine, but his combat power is no weaker than that of a low-level Soul Douluo. Uchiha Huan is only at Three Rings now, yet he can fight Long Aotian to this extent. Once he reaches Soul Sage, even ordinary Title Douluo may not be his match."

"Have you forgotten that Uchiha Huan still hasn't used the soul skills he excels at most? His eye Martial Soul possesses spiritual, time, and spatial attributes. Those three attributes are all the rarest, strangest, and most mysterious."

"Our Body Sect is truly fortunate to have encountered a genius like Uchiha Huan."

"Yes..." Du Bushi looked toward Huo Yuhao in the distance. "Our Body Sect truly is fortunate."

The once tranquil courtyard had now become a complete mess.

The longer Long Aotian fought, the more alarmed he became. Uchiha Huan was actually matching him blow for blow in the field where he excelled most.

Uchiha Huan, meanwhile, discovered that his soul power was becoming increasingly condensed during the battle.

As expected, fighting was the best way to train, especially this kind of impact where every punch landed solidly.

Uchiha Huan's eyes shone, and the excitement on his face intensified.

The Body Sect lacked many things, but reckless brutes were not among them.

Soul Sages, Soul Douluo, and even Title Douluo could all become Uchiha Huan's sparring partners.

Bang—

Uchiha Huan was blasted away by a punch, his entire body slamming into the mountain wall behind him as shattered stones rained down.

The next instant, Uchiha Huan pushed off the ground and shot toward Long Aotian, returning the favor in kind.

One hour passed. Then two hours passed.

The two were like tireless fighting machines.

Their powerful physiques and vigorous vitality granted them incredible endurance.

Had they been ordinary Soul Masters, they would have long since exhausted themselves.

Yet both still brimmed with vitality. Though they were wounded, they remained full of life and vigor.

At last, Long Aotian stopped moving. "Stop."

"What? We haven't decided a winner yet."

"I concede. You only have Three Rings, while I already have Six Rings. We fought for so long without determining a winner. That already says enough."

Uchiha Huan was still unsatisfied. "We can keep going."

The feeling of tempering his soul power while fighting was simply too good.

"Another day. I need to go back and get some proper rest." Seeing Uchiha Huan's boundless energy and eagerness to fight, Long Aotian suddenly had a feeling that he might become Uchiha Huan's punching bag in the future.

"Xiao Huan, I want to fight like you too." Huo Yuhao stepped forward, his eyes glowing as he looked at Uchiha Huan.

"Don't act like you want everything you see. I really can't teach you this kind of fighting style."

Huo Yuhao scratched his head awkwardly. Back when Uchiha Huan fought the Shrek Inspection Corps, he had wanted to learn the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Now that he had seen Uchiha Huan fight Long Aotian, he wanted to learn this kind of fist-to-flesh combat style as well.

"Bring out your strengths and reinforce the field you excel at most. That is the proper path for a Soul Master's growth, rather than constantly adding areas you are bad at."

The next day, Uchiha Huan found a level seventy-seven Soul Sage within the sect whose Martial Soul was Twin Arms.

On the third day, Uchiha Huan found another Soul Douluo to spar with.

For the time that followed, Uchiha Huan fought every day, and his soul power continued to condense.

Uchiha Huan felt that his soul power's degree of condensation had reached two, meaning it was twice that of a Soul Master at the same level.

Less consumption, stronger output.

However, Uchiha Huan could also feel that the condensation of his soul power had reached a limit. It was difficult to condense it any further unless he formed a Soul Core ahead of time.

But at present, Uchiha Huan did not meet the requirements to form a Soul Core.

Ultimately, his soul power was still insufficient.

Uchiha Huan estimated that he would need to reach at least level sixty to barely meet the minimum requirement for forming a Soul Core.

At last, after Uchiha Huan had stayed in the Body Sect for four months, the cooldown on his third soul skill, One Glance, Ten Thousand Years, ended.

He could finally return to ten thousand years ago.

But before that, Uchiha Huan still needed to inform Huo Yuhao and Du Bushi.

"Old Huo, I'm planning to go out for a while."

"Xiao Huan, I'll go with you."

"No need. Doesn't your second Martial Soul require a trip to the Far North? We aren't headed in the same direction."

"Huh? Xiao Huan, you know?"

"Since that big bug wants to create a god, a Spirit Eyes Martial Soul alone won't be enough. It possesses both spiritual and ice attributes, so it will most likely use its million-year origin to create an empty Martial Soul slot for you," Uchiha Huan said. "Of course, after saying all that, it's really because I can see the future. Besides... your plan can succeed."

"Ah... Brother Tian Meng, did you hear that? Xiao Huan said we can succeed."

"Hmph! I don't need his approval." Tian Meng spoke haughtily, but he also sighed inwardly in relief.

Uchiha Huan's affirmation was more effective than any other words.

At some point, both Huo Yuhao and Tian Meng had developed a certain sense of reliance on Uchiha Huan.

"Alright, I still need to say goodbye to that old bastard Du Bushi."

Whoosh—

Uchiha Huan vanished from where he stood, appearing in the sect's main hall the next instant.

"Old Jin, where's the Sect Master?"

"He began closed-door cultivation last month," Old Jin said.

"Are you looking for him? I can call him out."

"Closed-door cultivation? Then don't disturb him. The Sect Master will probably break through to level ninety-nine, Limit Douluo, this time," Uchiha Huan said.

"Really?"

Old Jin immediately became excited, and Uchiha Huan nodded again. "By the way, I'm going out for a while."

"Huh? You're going down the mountain? I'll send someone with you."

"No, no." Uchiha Huan waved his hand. "With my abilities, no one can stop me if I want to leave. Bringing a guard would only make things more troublesome. I've already marked this place with my technique. If I truly run into danger, I can instantly return to the sect."

Old Jin considered it, then finally agreed. "Alright. If anyone bullies you outside, come back and find me."

"Also, congratulate that old bastard Sect Master for me. I won't be able to attend when he breaks through to level ninety-nine."

"Haha... go on, then. I'll pass your words along to him."

Before entering closed-door cultivation, Du Bushi had also instructed Old Jin not to stop Uchiha Huan if he wanted to leave the mountain.

"Oh, right. The Sect Master said he found a soul beast for your fourth ring. It's in the Mixed Zone of the Star Dou Great Forest: a soul beast called a Gilded Beast, with dual spiritual and spatial attributes. It's forty-four thousand years old. Do you want me to make the trip for you?"

"No need. I can handle it."

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