Wu Siduo's Extraordinary Talent

Lunchtime ended quickly.

Qi Ji wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and led Xie Xie and Wu Siduo toward the arena inside the ship.

In the world of the Douluo Continent, Soul Master duels are one of the fundamental principles. Even on ocean ferries like this, there are standard arenas specially set up for Soul Master to spar and compete.

After all, sea voyages often last ten days to half a month, and there are often Soul Master among the passengers. Without a place to stretch their muscles, those energetic Soul Master might just dismantle the ship.

The arena is located on the third floor of the ferry. Pushing open the heavy alloy door, a standard circular ring comes into view.

The arena is made of high-strength alloy and covered with an impact-resistant soul-guiding coating. It is surrounded by layers of spectator seats. Although it cannot compare to the grand scale of the Skysea Gymnasium with 80,000 seats, it can easily accommodate several hundred people.

As soon as Qi Ji and Wu Siduo stepped onto the arena, the news spread like wildfire throughout the entire ship.

In less than ten minutes, the previously empty stands were gradually filled with people, and even the aisles were crowded with passengers who had come after hearing the news.

After all, Qi Ji is not just the top of the Young Genius Rankings —he is a household name in the Federation, the Seven-Colored Dragon Emperor who swept Shrek one-against-seven in the Skysea Gymnasium.

Opportunities to witness him in action are rare.

Are you nervous?

Qi Ji glanced at Wu Siduo, who seemed a little uneasy due to the growing number of spectators, and casually asked a question.

Her fingers were slightly curled, and her breathing was shallower than usual. Although she maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, those subtle body language could not fool the Mental Power perception of Qi Ji Spirit Abyss Realm level.

"No... no."

Wu Siduo retorted defiantly, her chin slightly raised, but the barely perceptible tremor in her voice betrayed her.

"Really? That's good."

Qi Ji smiled and said calmly, "For Soul Master, being able to adapt to all environments and still unleash their true strength is what makes a qualified Soul Master. Getting nervous with a large audience? What will you do on the battlefield?"

"I... of course I know."

Wu Siduo bit her lip, took a deep breath, and tried to relax her body.

"Is that so? Then it seems I've been meddling. In that case, let's begin—ladies first."

Qi Ji made a "please" gesture, then put his hands in his pockets, his posture as casual as if he were waiting for a bus.

But Wu Siduo on the other side did not hesitate at all.

This is the moment she's been waiting for.

In an instant, black and white light burst forth from her body simultaneously, like two distinct torrents converging, Entanglement, and merging in the air.

The next moment, a huge White Tiger, five or six meters long, appeared on the arena.

Its fur has a strange black and white color, with jet-black stripes distributed on a snow-white background, each stripe like a flowing shadow.

Its limbs were as thick as pillars, its sharp claws gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and its amber tiger eyes were fixed on Qi Ji, radiating a chilling pressure.

Self-fused Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Hell White Tiger.

With this move, Wu Siduo's individual combat power is even stronger than that of a super Martial Soul Master of the same level.

After all, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill is not as simple as one plus one equals two. The fusion of two Martial Soul will produce a qualitative change, causing an exponential leap in attack power, speed, and defense.

Even though the Hell White Tiger Martial Soul is somewhat outdated, it will still use its lightning power to show everyone what "old power" truly means.

The Hell White Tiger let out a deep roar, and with a stomp of its four claws, the entire arena trembled as it pounced, its massive body pressing down on Qi Ji like a black and white mountain.

Its speed was astonishing; its five- or six-meter-long body traversed half the arena in the blink of an eye, its sharp tiger claws whistling as they tore through the air, Qi Ji Ji's chest.

However... when it comes to numerical values, Qi Ji has no shortage of them.

Faced with the Hell White Tiger's attack, which was powerful enough to turn an ordinary Soul King into mincemeat, Qi Ji simply raised one hand, palm facing forward, and gently pushed it away.

The pure Soul Power poured out from his palm, like an invisible wall, crashing squarely into the Hell White Tiger.

The once majestic and imposing White Tiger suddenly seemed to have crashed into an invisible mountain. Its massive body abruptly stopped in mid-air, and then, pressed down by that irresistible force, its limbs bent, forcing it to kneel on the arena.

A low whimper came from its throat, and its once majestic roar turned into a meowing kitten.

Qi Ji slowly walked to the kneeling Hell White Tiger and unhurriedly activated the fourth Soul Skill of his Second Martial Soul — Breaking Delusion.

A crack that only he could see appeared on the left side of the Hell White Tiger's waist, the weakest point of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

He raised his right hand, transforming his palm into a blade. Seven-colored Soul Power condensed into a sharp membrane of light on the edge of his palm, and then he slashed down cleanly and decisively at the crack.

Just like how he cleaved Tang Wuling and Gu Yuena's Martial Soul Fusion Skill at the Skysea Gymnasium a few years ago, this strike also precisely cleaved Wu Siduo's Self-Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Black and white light burst outward from the crack, and the Hell White Tiger let out a unwilling roar. Its huge body split open from the middle and then turned into countless light fragments that dissipated into the air.

The black and white light fell like ashes scattered by the wind, revealing the red-haired girl hidden inside the White Tiger's body.

Wu Siduo knelt on the ground, her arms supporting her weight, panting heavily, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

The backlash from the forced cancellation of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill caused her Soul Power to surge uncontrollably, rising in waves until her vision became somewhat blurred.

Her White Tiger Martial Soul and Nether Civet Martial Soul were trembling violently, as if they had been frightened by something.

Qi Ji squatted down, his gaze falling on her.

Because of the battle just now and the discontinuation of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Wu Siduo's clothes were somewhat disheveled, and her tight-fitting combat suit outlined her already quite well-proportioned figure, which was not yet fully developed.

Especially her full breasts, which rose and fell with her rapid breathing, were particularly striking under the combat suit, trembling with each breath, exuding a strange attraction that blended innocence and maturity.

The red-haired girl was still panting, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, completely unaware of where Qi Ji's gaze had fallen.

Qi Ji reached out, his fingertips landing on her full, soft breasts, and gave them a light squeeze.

The feel was unexpectedly good—it was very elastic, warm, soft, and resilient. The sensation in his palm made him raise an eyebrow slightly.

Through the fabric of the combat suit, he could clearly feel the soft contours and warmth of that body, as well as the rapid beating of his heart in his chest.

"Hmm... As expected of the Hell Spirit Cat, truly gifted." Qi Ji withdrew his hand, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the taste of a dish.

"You... you bastard..."

Wu Siduo looked as if she had been struck by lightning; her face turned red from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears, and even the strands of her hair were trembling.

She abruptly raised her head, her eyes practically spitting fire, her lips trembling as she was about to unleash a torrent of curses.

But the next second, Qi Ji's Mental Power surged out like an invisible tide, precisely pouring into her sea of consciousness.

Wu Siduo rolled her eyes, and before she even had a chance to curse, she collapsed softly, her consciousness sinking into darkness.

Qi Ji stood up and patted his hands to remove non-existent dust.

nailed it.