Freebie Douluo

Everyone at the edge of the arena, aside from Xiao Wu, Dugu Bo, and the others who had known all along, whether teachers or students, was utterly stunned by Chen Ling's Soul Ring configuration.

"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, and this configuration..." Ning Fengzhi murmured in shock. Even he was deeply shaken by such a world-shocking Soul Ring configuration.

Especially those three scarlet Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, which exerted an intangible pressure on everyone.

After the shock came wild delight.

Among powerful Soul Masters, aside from Soul Master rank, the most obvious indicator was the color of one's Soul Rings. Chen Ling had undoubtedly brought Ning Fengzhi another surprise.

Beside him, Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, wore the same look of shock, though her heart was filled with solemnity.

Although she had learned of this from She Long long ago, witnessing it with her own eyes still left her deeply shaken.

Such a powerful expert ought to serve her.

Yet when her gaze fell upon Ning Rongrong in the distance, her heart suddenly sank.

Though Xue Ke was beautiful, she truly could not compare to Ning Rongrong. And in terms of her other value alone, Ning Rongrong would be qualified to stand at Chen Ling's side in the future.

No Soul Master could refuse a noble boost to all attributes.

Her eyes flickered, and an earth-shattering plan had already taken shape in her heart.

She was going to throw herself at him for free.

When Chen Xin saw Chen Ling's Soul Ring configuration, surprise flashed through his eyes, followed by an even fiercer surge of fighting intent.

The two exchanged a glance, and their sword intent suddenly erupted outward. Invisible pressure spread between them, tearing through the air and ground with bursts of metallic clanging.

After one clash of sword intent, Chen Xin abruptly retreated two steps, while Chen Ling took one step back.

In their first exchange of probing attacks, Chen Ling had actually gained the faint upper hand.

The two looked at each other without speaking.

Then Soul Power surged around Chen Ling. His black hair turned silver-white, while his skin was coated in a layer of silvery gray. His aura faintly resonated with the Qingming Sword in his hand, radiating terrifying might.

Self-Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

In essence, this move was the resonance of his two Martial Souls. After the Qingming Sword and Fallen Star Locust possessed him, they completely fused with Chen Ling, and the longsword in his hand became an extension of himself.

Its effect was to allow Chen Ling to wield Fallen Star Locust's chaos attribute more freely.

That included the attribute powers he had yet to unlock.

Silver light flashed around Chen Ling, and he instantly appeared behind Sword Douluo. His longsword thrust toward an invisible opening.

Sword Douluo truly deserved to be a rare swordsmanship master of this era. The Falsehood-Piercing effect allowed Chen Ling to perceive weaknesses, yet even with that, he could only glimpse the few weak points on Chen Xin's body.

Those weak points even shifted erratically, as though they could evade his attacks.

Just as Chen Ling had expected, Chen Xin swung his arm backward. The Seven Kill Sword in his hand vanished, only to reappear in an instant, perfectly blocking Chen Ling's attack.

"Spatial power?" Chen Xin's shocked voice rang out. If he had not spent years facing another Titled Douluo skilled in spatial abilities, Chen Ling's move alone might have defeated him outright.

"Senior Chen has sharp eyes." Chen Ling laughed loudly, continuing to swing his longsword. His movements were broad and forceful, yet contained a distinct rhythm.

A special glow likewise appeared around Chen Xin, as though he himself had become the Seven Kill Sword. Yet it differed from a Martial Soul Avatar; it was a special technique.

Body-as-Sword, Man-Sword Unity.

The Qingming Sword's momentum grew ever stronger, while the Seven Kill Sword refused to yield. Its aura became increasingly sharp as its edge suddenly emerged.

Sword light carrying razor-sharp force rained down upon Chen Ling like droplets. Although the attacks were not especially powerful, they were dense and entirely passive.

However, the domain surrounding Chen Ling blocked all of those invisible sharp sword energies, leaving very few to land on him.

Thousandfold Silent Defense Field.

Though this move had been specifically designed to counter Tang San's hidden weapons, it still held up against such dense attacks.

The most important reason was that Chen Ling's current cultivation was sufficient. Otherwise, he could only have tried blocking the hidden weapons directly.

The longer they fought, the more Chen Xin discovered that the force behind Chen Ling's sword was growing heavier, making it increasingly difficult for him to defend.

Chen Xin furrowed his brow. This situation reminded him of another famous Self-Created Soul Skill.

The Clear Sky Sect's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. That move also seemed to use an opponent's force against them, growing more destructive the longer it continued.

That was what confused Chen Xin. Chen Ling's attacks showed no obvious charging motions, yet their force was steadily increasing.

The greatest difference between Swordsea Shadowfold and Disorder Splitting Wind was that Disorder Splitting Wind borrowed force to return force, while Swordsea Shadowfold directly absorbed the opponent's kinetic energy for its own use. Thus, Chen Ling did not need to deliberately employ any special exertion techniques.

Chen Xin's movements began to force him backward uncontrollably. The force behind Chen Ling's longsword could no longer be met head-on.

Chen Ling firmly seized that fleeting opportunity. As Chen Xin retreated, Chen Ling flipped the Qingming Sword in his hand, gathered all its force, and violently cleaved downward.

Clang!!!

The sound of colliding swords rang out. Force and Soul Power traveled along the blade of the Seven Kill Sword toward Chen Xin, forcing him to borrow the backward momentum to dissipate the blow.

To the others' eyes, the two had been evenly exchanging blows, only for Chen Ling to send Chen Xin flying with a single strike.

This sight stirred everyone watching from the sidelines. Even Ning Fengzhi's face was filled with bewilderment and shock.

"I never expected Chen Ling's attainments in swordsmanship to be so formidable, to force Uncle Sword to this point." Ning Fengzhi's tone carried his habitual trace of gravity, but then he thought about it again. What the hell was he being grave about? Weren't they both his own people?

As he thought this, he rubbed Ning Rongrong's head. The girl was staring blankly at Chen Ling as he fought, her gaze glued to him without moving in the slightest.

Drool even trickled from Ning Rongrong's mouth. She was practically drooling with desire.

Sob, sob, sob... Tonight, I'll definitely succeed in throwing myself at him for free.

As Ning Rongrong thought this, inappropriate images had already begun filling her mind. She glanced at Zhu Zhuqing beside her, then quietly poked her in the chest with her elbow, her face full of yearning.

How did they grow so big? Zhu Qing never told me her secret. What if Brother Chen Ling doesn't like small ones? Small ones are cute too.

Zhu Zhuqing's face reddened under Ning Rongrong's unblinking gaze. Remembering the request Ning Rongrong had mentioned, she practically began steaming all over.

Her gaze also turned toward the tall, upright figure in the arena, her eyes rippling with emotion.

If I could truly stay by his side, then I wouldn't need to worry about the Star Luo Empire in the future, would I?

The little cat thought as her thoughts gradually drifted away, though she still felt uneasy.

Could it really succeed?