Imported Grapes

A Self-Martial Soul Fusion Skill?

That was something he had never expected. He had thought the system only ranked overall strength and ignored everything else.

Now it seemed that was not the case. This was also why Chen Ling had never encountered a Martial Soul Fusion Skill before. This was his first time.

He could not help but look forward to it. What sort of novel thing could the Qingming Sword and Fallen Star Locust fuse into?

As he pondered in secret, Xiao Wu beside him suddenly raised her hand lightly and held a plump grape to his lips.

Chen Ling turned to look at her. The girl's eyes were clear and pure as she gazed steadily at him, filled with undisguised love and complete, trusting devotion.

Lovesick Heartbreak Red truly deserved one of its nicknames. In the eyes of some people from his previous life, it carried something of the meaning of a cursed flower.

After Xiao Wu absorbed Lovesick Heartbreak Red, her love for Chen Ling had been magnified without limit, so intense it nearly overflowed from her eyes, impossible to hide.

If Dugu Yan had not been with them yesterday, Xiao Wu would probably have turned into a sword sheath on the spot.

He opened his mouth and caught the grape between his teeth, but instead of immediately chewing and swallowing it, he reached out and pulled the girl tightly into his embrace.

Then he lowered his head slightly and moved close to Xiao Wu, enjoying imported grapes—soft, hot, and bursting with juice.

Not far away, Tang San took in the entire scene. He was stunned senseless, his mind blank. After that brief moment of daze, towering fury instantly flooded his chest.

Damn Chen Ling! He must have forced Xiao Wu to do something like this. Chen Ling had earned a death sentence.

The atmosphere on the field instantly became incomparably tense, the drawn-sword tension suffocating everyone present.

Seeing this, Meng Shenji quickly stepped forward and took the lead in breaking the deadlock.

His tone was respectful and his manners flawless, but his eyes held deep vigilance. "May I ask why Your Excellency Dugu has honored us with your presence today?"

Though his words were courteous, Meng Shenji's Soul Power was already poised to strike.

He knew perfectly well that the young man Dugu Bo had brought clearly had a grudge against the Shrek group. Today's matter would likely not end peacefully.

Still, they were not worried. Three Soul Douluos, plus the Golden Iron Triangle— even Dugu Bo could not do much to them. In fact, they faintly held the advantage.

"Your Excellency, might there be some misunderstanding here?"

Prince Xue Xing hurried forward, hoping to mediate, but before he could get close, the restless Soul Power fluctuations from both sides forced him back several steps.

He had always neglected cultivation, and his Soul Power was negligible. How could he withstand the terrifying pressure created by a Titled Douluo and several Soul Douluos? He staggered helplessly, looking utterly disheveled.

Dugu Bo looked calm, a faintly amused smile on his face. His gaze casually swept toward Ye Lingling as he said unhurriedly, "This old man has come today for no other reason than to take Lingling away."

Ye Lingling looked utterly confused. Before she had fully grasped the tense situation, she obediently lifted her foot under Dugu Bo's gentle gesture and slowly walked over to Chen Ling's group.

Seeing this, Dugu Yan quickly let go of Chen Ling and ran over to chat with her best friend.

No one stepped forward to stop them.

Among the Shrek group, Ning Rongrong was away and had yet to return, while Oscar was merely a support Soul Master. Ye Lingling's departure had no impact whatsoever on their overall combat strength, so naturally no one said a word.

Someone then said, "Your Excellency, you have already collected your person. Please restrain your aura."

"Hehe, this old man's purpose does not end there."

Dugu Bo chuckled. The instant his words fell, the spirit rings around him abruptly pulsed up and down as layer upon layer of terrifying Soul Power surged forth. A vast, tangible pressure locked precisely onto Gangzi, Tang San, and Yu Tianheng.

His gaze turned cold, and his voice carried impatience and intimidation. "This old man greatly dislikes the way you look at me. And besides, who gave you the nerve to call him by name?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure surged again. Mountain-like gravity crashed down. Gangzi bore the brunt of it and was instantly pinned to the ground, his limbs spread wide as he was forcibly pressed into the shape of a large character.

Even more awkwardly, the pressure directly shattered his physical and mental defenses. A small wet patch immediately spread beneath him as he publicly lost control of his bladder.

This made Flender and Liu Erlong, who had been about to step forward and help resist, both retreat two steps. This was pure magic damage—who would dare take it?

"Your Excellency, they are our honored guests. Please stop." Fortunately, the three education committee members released their martial souls at the same time, preventing Gangzi from swallowing too much.

Yu Xiaogang struggled up from the ground, his body covered in murky water stains as a pungent stench spread through the air. He looked utterly miserable.

Yet rather than restraining himself, he forced out a threat at once. "Dugu Bo, do not think that we will fear you simply because you are a Titled Douluo!"

After saying that, he seized the chance while the three committee members held back Dugu Bo's pressure head-on and immediately raised his hand to summon his martial soul.

Flender and Liu Erlong beside him both sighed helplessly, but they still activated their Soul Power in tacit understanding. The strength of all three rapidly gathered and poured into that purple-skinned piglet martial soul.

Seeing that the Golden Iron Triangle had finished gathering power, the three committee members could only grit their teeth and activate all their Soul Power, desperately resisting Dugu Bo's oppression to buy the three behind them precious time to form their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Watching the sword-drawn situation, Dugu Yan felt a measure of worry and gently tugged Chen Ling's sleeve. In a low voice, she urged, "Chen Ling, let's leave first. Otherwise, my grandfather will be too restrained to act properly."

She was not worried about her grandfather's strength at all. A Titled Douluo's foundation was there for all to see. Even if the other side had superior numbers, they would struggle to truly win. As long as their group withdrew, the advantage of this enclosed indoor space meant that once her grandfather's snake venom spread, the others would have nowhere to hide. They would simply be seeking death.

"Trying to leave? Too late!"

Before Chen Ling could respond, Gangzi, who had just finished charging his Martial Soul Fusion Skill, suddenly shouted sharply, madness and savagery churning in his eyes.

"Chen Ling, go die!"

Yu Xiaogang disregarded the consequences and power of this strike completely. He only wanted to severely injure his opponent.

The Golden Saint Dragon, gathering the strength of all three, took shape with a thunderous roar. Its jaws opened wide as dazzling dragon breath continuously gathered power, its terrifying might locking onto the direction where Chen Ling and the other three stood, completely disregarding the fact that Xiao Wu and the others were still within the attack range.

"Teacher! Don't!" Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot as he lay pinned to the ground. Xiao Wu was still there!

He gritted his teeth and used every ounce of strength in his body to break free from the pressure and stand up. The clothes on his back exploded apart as the Eight Spider Spirit Bone burst from his body.

But Dugu Bo's Titled Douluo pressure was far too heavy, like a mountain pressing down on him. He could not move an inch and had no way to stop it.

Tang San could only stare fixedly at Yu Xiaogang, already sentencing him to death in his heart.

As Chen Ling looked at the Eight Spider Spirit Bone spreading from Tang San's back, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. A calm smile slowly curled at the corner of his lips.

He had nearly forgotten about that precious Spirit Bone.

"It's fine. Move aside a little." Chen Ling stood up, still holding Xiao Wu in his arms, without the slightest trace of panic on his face.

Xiao Wu was exceptionally obedient and understanding. She immediately understood his intention and raised her hand to draw the Qingming Sword from his waist.

The long sword left its sheath, its clear metallic ring echoing through the entire field.

Immediately afterward, nine distinctly colored spirit rings spiraled up from beneath Chen Ling's feet—purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red, red. Soul Power fluctuations swept across the field, forcefully colliding against the incoming pressure of the dragon breath.

Meng Shenji and the other two committee members' pupils abruptly contracted, and their hearts instantly turned half-cold.

They were done for.

Another Titled Douluo had appeared!