Winning Streak, Xue Qinghe's Plans

"Wang Shuang, Level 15 Battle Soul Master. Please instruct me."

His opponent cupped his fists in greeting, his movements crisp and assured.

Tang Shan was a little surprised. Hong Zhen had already said he was here to challenge every Soul Master and Soul Grandmaster. To put it bluntly, he had come to cause trouble. Yet his first opponent was remarkably polite.

"Tang Shan, Level 19 Battle Soul Master. Let's stop before anyone gets hurt."

Since his opponent was so courteous, Tang Shan returned the courtesy. As for the show of strength Xue Qinghe had asked for, he had already issued his challenge. The right targets would surely step forward soon enough.

Wang Shuang watched the boy across from him without letting down his guard. That caution had kept him alive on the battlefield time and again.

He summoned his Martial Soul first. It was an ordinary iron spear, about two meters long, its shaft gleaming coldly. A pale Yellow Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet, and faint ripples of Soul Power spread from his body.

Tang Shan released his Martial Soul too, but kept his Soul Ring hidden. He was saving that surprise for later.

The instant his Martial Soul awakened, his body swelled. He shot up ten centimeters in the blink of an eye, muscles bulging across his frame until his clothes stretched taut, their seams sharply outlined as though they might tear at any moment.

He spread his fingers, then clenched them again. His joints cracked sharply, and the pressure he gave off made the surrounding soldiers hold their breath.

He rolled his neck, joints popping one after another. With every easy movement, he looked like a formidable warrior loosening up before battle, gathering strength for the fight ahead.

As the pressure from Tang Shan kept mounting,