Filling Out the Data with Your Feet

As Han Tianyi's voice fell, the space before them rippled like water.

Two figures stepped out from within.

The one on the left was tall and thin, his skin so pale it was nearly translucent. He made no sound as he walked, as though he were stepping on cotton.

His Martial Soul condensed behind him like a shadow. It was the Ghostly Martial Soul, an exceptionally peculiar Martial Soul.

The one on the right was entirely different. When he came to a stop, golden light seemed to bloom beneath his feet. He held a chrysanthemum in his palm, its petals layered upon one another, each suffused with a faint golden glow. The flower spun and unfurled, possessing an awe-inspiring beauty that seemed untouchable.

The Velvet Sky-Piercing Chrysanthemum Martial Soul.

Yellow rings appeared beneath both of them. Both were one-ring Soul Masters.

Ziyang could roughly guess who these historical figures were. Ghostly and Yue Guan, whose Martial Souls possessed the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Bipolar Stillness Domain.

Since the data settings in this world were apparently filled out with people's feet, the two of them would definitely use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill. They had to be separated and dealt with quickly.

"One each. I'll handle the pale-faced one." As Ziyang spoke, two rays of light condensed before him, and Austin Griffin and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger appeared.

After growing over this period of time, Austin Griffin had gradually become larger, though he was still slightly smaller than the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

But his bloodline was several times stronger than the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's.

"No problem." Na'er answered and raised her right hand, loosely curling her palm upward.

A streak of silver light flashed, and a long spear grew directly from her palm.

The spear was silver-white, slender, and straight. Fine hexagonal scales covered its shaft, overlapping one another from the butt all the way to the tip.

Only one end of the spear had a point, which took up roughly one-third of the weapon's length. The entire tip was conical, with twelve grooves carved into it.

It was the Silver Dragon Spear.

At the same time, a yellow hundred-year Soul Ring rose beneath the silver-haired girl's feet. Light shone at her side as a dragon condensed into form.

Its entire body was covered in crystalline white semicircular scales. Its membranous wings refracted rainbow hues in the dusk, claws grew from its limbs, and when its silver eyes swept over the surroundings, even the light itself seemed to freeze for an instant.

It was a White Dragon. Or rather, a White Dragon that had landed a job and secured an iron rice bowl.

Seeing this, the two replicated Soul Masters opposite them showed no change in expression.

The battle began immediately. Ziyang directly ordered,

"Little Black! Little Evil! Go, destroy him!"

Austin Griffin opened his mouth and unleashed Destruction Breath.

Ghostly tried to retreat, but the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was faster. The black tiger transformed into a dark shadow, moving as swiftly as teleportation. Its enormous tiger paw slammed down with the force of wind and thunder.

Ghostly was forced to block. Before his Soul Power could even condense, it was scattered by the tiger paw, leaving him utterly unable to resist.

On the other side, the White Dragon beat its wings and soared into the air, stirring up a violent gale. Na'er moved at the same time, silver-white spear light gathering at the tip of the Silver Dragon Spear.

Yue Guan retreated half a step. The golden chrysanthemum spun before him, its petals spreading and shooting out like blades.

Rather than retreating, Na'er advanced. Her silver eyes reflected the rain of flowers filling the sky as her spear pierced through the golden storm, thrusting straight for Yue Guan's throat.

Yue Guan tilted his head, and the spear tip brushed past his neck, carrying away a strand of hair.

He wanted to retreat and reform his stance, but the White Dragon had already appeared behind him and lashed out with its tail.

Yue Guan's movements were forcibly interrupted. In that brief instant, Na'er found her opening.

The butt of her spear swept sideways and smashed into the back of his neck.

For an instant, his vision swam, golden flowers bursting before his eyes. He had not seen at all when Na'er's spear tip had turned around.

It stabbed straight into his heart. In the next instant, he scattered into data and vanished.

Over on Ziyang's side, after Ghostly was struck by the tiger paw, he was immediately hit head-on by Destruction Breath. He turned into mist and drifted between heaven and earth, as though he had never existed.

"This challenge is so easy." Na'er stood with her spear withdrawn, puffing out her chest as she declared arrogantly, "There was no difficulty at all."

"Not bad, not bad. You finished that quickly. Then I'll add a little difficulty to the second round."

Han Tianyi's voice echoed through the illusion as the space ahead twisted once more.

Ziyang narrowed his eyes. His right hand hung at his side, his fingers curling slightly as he once again prepared for battle.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger lowered its body, its eyes still filled with fighting spirit. Austin Griffin remained as proud as ever and growled in beast language, "Bring it on! Other than Boss, who can defeat this lord now?"

Amid the rippling water, three figures emerged.

The man on the left was tall and held a sword in his hand.

The sword was entirely black, around two meters long and half a foot wide. There was not a trace of luster on its blade, as though it could swallow all light.

It was the famous historical Martial Soul—the Seven Slaughters Sword.

Three Soul Rings lit up beneath his feet: two yellow and one purple.

The person on the right had an elusive presence. His Martial Soul flickered in and out of view: a dragon made entirely of bones, green ghostly fire burning within its hollow eye sockets.

It was the Bone Dragon Martial Soul.

He was also a three-ring Soul Elder.

There was another person behind them, a squinting-eyed man who resembled an old fox. He wore glasses and looked refined and scholarly. Three Soul Rings also hovered beneath his feet.

In his right hand, he held a small seven-story pagoda. It was crystal-clear, as though it had been carved from an entire block of glazed glass, with halos of light flowing around every level.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul.

Ziyang suddenly smiled when he saw them. He had guessed their historical counterparts as well.

Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi.

Thankfully, the second round was not as difficult as Sheep a Sheep.

Three Soul Elders were nothing to worry about, even with a Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda Soul Master among them.

"Three rings, plus a support. Did you think I'd be afraid of you?"

Na'er's tone was serious. After studying for this period of time, her memories had gradually begun to return.

She was half of the Silver Dragon King.

How could mere humans possibly be her opponents?

I am invincible.

At that very instant, a streak of sword energy swept past the two of them.

Ziyang had not even seen the man wielding the Seven Slaughters Sword raise his hand. He only heard the sound of air being torn apart as the sword energy grazed his arm and flew toward the stone slabs thirty meters behind him.

Boom—

The stone slabs exploded, sending fragments flying. The sword scar was half a meter wide and bottomless. The only thing visible was the thin layer of frost coating the slabs on both sides of the scar.

Ziyang looked at the sword scar and suddenly understood something.

This was a data world.

The values of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda were publicly known—at three rings, it provided a forty percent boost.

But everyone else... could have their data filled in with feet.

After all, you had never seen them, had you?

He suspected Han Tianyi had adjusted the data of those two to an absurd level. After all, the other sects had gone into seclusion, but the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda had not. It was not impossible that those people had exaggerated history from twenty thousand years ago.

Ziyang raised his head and looked at the people opposite him, his expression becoming incomparably serious. He said to Na'er, "I'll deal with the support and the swordsman. The other one is yours."

"Take this seriously. Their attack power far exceeds that of normal three-ring Soul Masters."

Na'er nodded. "Leave it to me. The current me is already invincible!"

The battle erupted in an instant. Austin Griffin and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger charged out immediately.

Their target was the Soul Master with the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul.

It was a rule in the Soul Master world: a Soul Master with the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul had to be dealt with first.