Only after all the little beasts of Class Nine had noisily left the classroom, leaving Chen Ping alone, did Mu Jin step down from the lectern. With a turn of his wrist, a leather pouch appeared in his hand.
The pouch was a Soul Tool. Its brown leather bore dark patterns, and when Chen Ping examined it closely, he could sense faint Soul Power fluctuations coming from it.
By then, Chen Ping had already vaguely guessed why Mu Jin had asked him to stay.
"Chen Ping, you little fellow, you've given me plenty of surprises, and you really let your teacher bask in the limelight this year."
Mu Jin rubbed Chen Ping's head with his long, slender hand and said gently, "I thought about it for a long time, and in the end, I decided to give you this Secret Art Soul Bone I seized back when I was serving in the Shrek Supervision Group."
"First, it's to encourage you, kid. If I'm still your homeroom teacher after the Freshman Competition, you'd better fulfill your responsibility as the leader of the flock."
"Second..." Mu Jin hesitated before continuing, "your Innate Soul Power really is rather low, and naturally, your Martial Soul's quality can't be particularly high either. That's an objective fact."
"Although this Secret Art Soul Bone can't grant you an actively triggered Soul Bone Skill like other Soul Bones, it can give you a passive ability that will remain useful even when you become a Titled Douluo—a full five percent Soul Power Boost."
"Absorbing this Soul Bone won't make up for your inadequate Innate Soul Power, but it can at least strengthen your foundation to some degree."
"Once you reach the advancement rounds after the top sixty-four, each match will be harder than the last. You'll encounter opponents from