The hopes he had extinguished stirred back to life.
A flash of fervor crossed Yu Xiaogang's eyes. If his martial soul could evolve, then with his theories, he could surely rise to become a Titled Douluo!
Liu Erlong was no longer someone he could rely on. Now he could only go to Bibi Dong. She would surely have a way to get her hands on it!
Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong watched Zhu Zhuqing shine brilliantly on the stage and couldn't help pouting.
This is all Dad's fault! Why is he taking so long to reply? When will my martial soul finally evolve?
Xiao Wu grinned and bumped Ning Rongrong with her shoulder.
"Hehe~ Rongrong, you're the only one whose martial soul hasn't evolved yet~"
Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks slightly and lifted her chin defiantly.
"Hmph! What are you so smug about? Once I evolve, I'll definitely look better than all of you, and I won't be any weaker!"
In the arena, Dai Mubai launched the first attack.
The third soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up, faint purple light rippling outward in rings.
"Third soul skill, Thorn Armor!"
With a furious shout, hard, jet-black thorns rapidly sprouted from his skin, winding around him layer upon layer. Their spikes jutted outward, forcibly forming a suit of spike-covered armor over his body.
"Second soul skill! Tiger Binding Kill!"
Dai Mubai charged at Zhu Zhuqing, spreading his arms to embrace her, intending to crush her to death with the spikes covering his body and the toughness his second soul skill granted his arms.
Zhu Zhuqing silently cursed him for an idiot, activated Shadow Strike, and vanished into the shadow beneath her feet.
Having lost his target, Dai Mubai quickly retreated, scanning his surroundings warily.
"First soul skill, Night Raid!"
Zhu Zhuqing