Amon, Fight Me!

"Which Soul Beast did you hunt to obtain your Spirit Ring?" Mi Zonglan asked curiously.

Yan Jin did not hide it. "A Slime."

"A Slime? That kind of low-level Soul Beast?"

"Yes. The one I hunted was somewhat older, slightly beyond the age I could absorb. I took a risk and tried it. Luckily, I succeeded."

Yan Jin concealed Amon's help. Some secrets were not suitable for exposure.

Mi Zonglan pondered for a moment before saying solemnly, "Would you be willing to join Spirit Hall? You would not need to leave Frostleaf City. I will arrange for Spirit Hall Soul Masters to instruct you."

Yan Jin shook her head. "Sorry, but my current teacher is very good."

"That is truly a pity." Mi Zonglan sighed. "All right, your advancement assessment is over. From this moment on, you are an honorable Soul Master of the Heaven Dou Empire. Go to Silver to collect a badge. In the future, you can use the badge issued to you to claim a subsidy from Spirit Hall every month."

Upon hearing that she could collect money, Yan Jin beamed. "Thank you."

After collecting the money, she bought some snacks for her younger siblings on the street, then skipped all the way back to where they lived.

Then she walked to Amon's door and shouted energetically, "Amon, come fight me."

Amon opened the door and walked out. Adjusting his Monocle, he asked with a light laugh, "Are you sure?"

"Heh, my Soul Power is already higher than yours. This time, I'll definitely beat you."

"Then come on." Seeing that she would not rest until she achieved her goal, Amon could only grant her wish.

Yan Jin immediately summoned her Martial Soul and activated her Soul Skill. Lava Flow covered the area from her fingertips to her elbows, forming a pair of Magma Arm Armor.

Knowing that Amon could withstand magma's high temperature, she had no intention of holding back.

"Hey, show me your Martial Soul!"

When Amon had used his Martial Soul to help her absorb her Spirit Ring before, its fusion and removal had both happened silently. So even now, Yan Jin had never truly seen what his Martial Soul looked like.

"No need."

"Are you looking down on me?" A hint of anger appeared on Yan Jin's face. "Never underestimate your opponent. You taught me that."

As she spoke, she charged forward.

Amon merely extended his thumb and index finger, forming the gesture of a gun.

Bang!

An Air Bullet exploded against Yan Jin's abdomen. She felt as though someone had dealt her a vicious punch, and a sharp, twisting pain tore through her.

Amon had controlled the Air Bullet's power. Otherwise, the damage would have been far greater.

Of course, lower damage meant faster attacks and a higher rate of fire.

Knowing that Yan Jin's physique had improved considerably after becoming a Soul Master, he did not hold back too much. Air Bullets struck one after another at less vital parts of her body.

Even though she had seen Amon use this move before, and even though she had prepared herself in advance, only when she became its target did Yan Jin realize how terrifying this Self-Created Soul Skill was.

The Soul Power fluctuations were faint, it was fast, and it was completely silent... Even when prepared, she still could not dodge it!

Yan Jin covered her entire body in magma, forming a suit of armor. Only then did she gain a brief chance to catch her breath.

However, she quickly discovered that the power of the Air Bullets had also increased considerably.

Magma was fluid. It could only cushion and weaken impacts; it was nowhere near as tough as real armor.

A single Air Bullet could blast a large hole in the magma armor. The attacks that followed struck her body one after another, and the situation did not seem much different from the beginning.

After taking a brutal beating, Yan Jin finally shouted in surrender, "Stop, stop, stop! Don't hit me anymore! I surrender!"

But Amon did not stop immediately. "You may start a fight whenever you wish, but when it ends may not be up to you. I do not object to you being willful, as long as you can bear the consequences."

Yan Jin crouched down with her head covered. A minute later, Amon finally stopped attacking.

"Hmph... You win this time. I'll definitely win next time."

Although Yan Jin was bruised and swollen, and her bones felt as though they were about to fall apart, her words remained stubborn.

"Your Soul Skill is way too useful. Come to think of it, I still haven't seen your Martial Soul. What exactly is it?" she asked, her face full of curiosity.

With a smile on his lips, Amon said gently, "Do not pry into other people's secrets."

"Tsk... Fine, don't tell me... Hiss..." Yan Jin tugged at one of her injuries and sucked in a breath of cold air.

Inside the grand and magnificent hall of Ice Thorn Manor, Ma Wen sat in an exquisitely crafted chair, holding a glass of red wine.

"How was it? Do you think they are worth my continued support?"

Glen recalled Yan Jin and Amon's performances, then nodded. "I think the current level of support may not be enough. If possible, we should further strengthen our relationship with them."

"Hm?" Ma Wen was slightly surprised. She knew Glen was an arrogant man, and few people received such praise from him.

"Yan Jin is a genuine genius. She is already level fourteen! And her combat ability is also very strong. Before obtaining her Spirit Ring, she could instantly kill two Icefield Wolves. Now, even ordinary Soul Grand Masters may not be her match."

Glen's voice was calm, but what he said was shocking.

"What?" Ma Wen lost her composure slightly. "I remember she is only seven years old, isn't she?"

Suppressing her surprise, she asked again, "Then what about Amon?"

"Amon... I cannot see through him." After thinking for a moment, Glen answered with some hesitation.

"He remained composed throughout the entire journey. I never even saw him display his Martial Soul. Of course, that is also because I focused more of my attention on Yan Jin."

"I understand." Ma Wen set her wineglass on a small table beside her, lightly tapping the tabletop with her fingers as she fell into thought.

After a long while, she opened her eyes and said softly, "Call back the people sent to watch them. Send over the deed to the house as well. Also, tell them that if they need to hunt another Spirit Ring, I can invest more manpower next time to help them find Soul Beasts."

Another person beside Ma Wen could not help asking, "Lady Ma Wen, is it really necessary to show them such favor? They are only two children. The path of a Soul Master has never been smooth. They may die halfway along the road one day."

"Heh, idiot." Glen shot him a sidelong glance and mocked, "Wasef, has your brain become just like your Martial Soul... She is level fourteen at seven years old. What level do you think she will be in five years, when she graduates from the junior Soul Master Academy?"

"Add that terrifying Magma Martial Soul to the equation—would you still be her match then? A Soul Master with strength comparable to a Soul Elder would be treated as an honored guest by any force in Frostleaf City. Give her more time, and she will become a great figure we can only look up to!"

Wasef's Martial Soul was a kind of boar Soul Beast, and he had never gotten along with Glen.

"Who are you calling pig-brained?" Wasef snapped.

"You even dislike your own Martial Soul?" Glen said in a sarcastic tone.

Wasef was about to say something else when Ma Wen's cold voice sounded. "Enough. Do not question my decision!"