Monster-Like Physical Constitution

Physical constitution meets the standard, mental strength meets the standard, and soul power strength is a bit reluctant, but no harm is done.

Inferred from the criteria of Soul Power Measurement theory, Lin Huo's overall strength was reduced to data and written on paper.

Book Elder, Huo Lin, and Huo Tian took turns holding the report and flipping through it to examine it, yet after studying it for a long time, they still failed to figure out what kind of monster Lin Huo actually was.

"Are you brat really not a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form?"

Book Elder wore a peculiar expression as he looked up and down Lin Huo's entire body, as though he were gazing at a miracle that could not possibly exist in this world.

To be fair, if he hadn't interacted with Lin Huo so much and didn't know deeply that this brat's every aspect was absolutely impossible to connect to a transformed soul beast.

Otherwise, he really would have thought something was wrong with him somewhere, that a dignified Soul Douluo could actually fail to spot a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Lin Huo rolled his eyes at Book Elder, who was teasing him, and said ungraciously, "If I were a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, unless there's shit in my brain, I'd never run around a major city to swagger and court death before cultivating to level seventy.

Besides, if I really were a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, by now I'd be hand-crafting my own first soul ring, and wouldn't be stuck here at the Soul Warrior realm."

Lin Huo's words had a hidden meaning. It looked like he was rebutting Book Elder's teasing, but in reality, he was complaining about a certain Tang San detonator whose brain had been chewed on by a dog.