Three Minutes

Jiang Che said flatly, "I won't need three minutes to deal with trash like you!"

Golden light emerged from his body, and blue-gold Blue Silver Grass surrounded him, rapidly spreading outward.

When the three fat men saw that Jiang Che's Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, mockery flashed in their eyes.

"Boss, did you see that? This brat's Martial Soul is actually the Trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass!"

"I thought he was someone impressive, but this is all he's got?"

"Brat, I don't know what you were thinking, daring to provoke the three of us."

The fat man Jiang Che had just kicked had thought he was someone formidable, but this was all he amounted to.

But soon, the mockery froze on their faces, turning into terror and disbelief!

Two Soul Rings, one yellow and one purple, rose from beneath his feet.

"Level 23, Support System Soul Master."

Jiang Che classified his Martial Soul as Support System. It was just that his physical abilities were a tiny bit stronger than those of other Support System Soul Masters, and he had a tiny bit more in the way of self-defense.

But Wang Niu and the other two froze when they saw the Thousand-Year Soul Ring shimmering with purple light.

They had Thousand-Year Soul Rings on their side too, but the crucial point was that their opponent's Second Soul Ring was already a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. This was simply inconceivable.

Zhao Li asked Wang Niu in a low voice, "Boss, what do we do? His Second Soul Ring is already at the thousand-year level."

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Wang Niu's forehead. He wanted to slap himself. A Soul Ring Configuration beyond the optimal standard-this man had definitely come from some sect.

Wang Niu steeled himself and said, "What's there to fear? He's just one Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster, while there are three of us. Don't tell me three people can't beat one two-ring Soul Master?"

"We've already offended him, so we'll cripple him today. If he really belongs to some major power, one so powerful that even the Feilun family can't protect us, then the three of us will head out to sea and live free and easy as pirates."

The other two calmed down as well and felt that their boss was right.

"Attack together!"

Wang Niu charged at the front. A Yellow Soul Ring lit up, his eyes turned blood-red, and white light shone from his bull horns. He lowered his head, bent at the waist, and stamped his hooves against the ground.

"Second Soul Skill, Wild Bull Charge!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Li Qing followed close behind. The Yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up, and his wooden staff rapidly turned to black iron, growing half again as long.

"Second Soul Skill: Metalization!"

Zhao Li remained where he was. A Yellow Soul Ring appeared beneath his feet, and he opened his mouth, spewing white ripples.

"First Soul Skill, Tiger Roar Wave!"

Seeing all three charging toward him, Jiang Che hesitated no longer.

"First Soul Skill, Profusion!"

"Second Soul Skill, Water Tribulation Blue Silver Blade!"

The Hundred-Year Soul Ring and Thousand-Year Soul Ring beneath his feet appeared simultaneously.

Six Blue Silver Vines rapidly grew out of the ground.

As Jiang Che's First Soul Ring lit up, six Blue Silver Vines burst from the earth in front of Wang Niu and the other two, weaving into a blue silver wall before their eyes.

"Cheap tricks!" Wang Niu said disdainfully. Instead of stopping, he intended to smash through the Blue Silver Grass.

Apart from its vigorous reproduction, Blue Silver Grass had no distinguishing features. In Wang Niu's eyes, the blue silver wall Jiang Che had summoned was as flimsy as paper.

What Wang Niu did not know, however, was that Jiang Che's Martial Soul was not Blue Silver Grass, but the top-tier Martial Soul, Blue Silver Emperor. After it had absorbed Razor Kelp, even a Thousand-Year Soul Beast could not break through it in a short time.

With unstoppable momentum, Wang Niu slammed into the blue silver vine wall. The thick vines bent backward under the impact but did not snap. Instead, they wound around his bull horns and neck.

Li Qing's metalized black iron staff smashed down immediately afterward, denting the vine wall, but the rebound numbed the web between his thumb and forefinger.

Zhao Li's Tiger Roar Wave swept in as visible white sound waves, covering the area where Jiang Che stood.

The sound waves distorted even the air, yet they only made the layer of Qi Condensation Shield surrounding Jiang Che tremble slightly. It diverted most of the impact to either side, leaving only a little residual force to set the hem of his clothes snapping.

"Is that all you've got?" Jiang Che's voice came from behind the vine wall, so calm it was almost cold.

Wang Niu struggled free of the vines wrapped around his horns, the red light in his eyes intensifying.

You're telling me this thing is Support System? The thought arose in all three men's minds at once.

"There's something uncanny about this brat! Don't give him a chance to breathe!" he roared, scraping his hooves against the ground as he gathered strength again.

Li Qing seized the opportunity to circle around to the side, swinging his iron staff in a full arc toward a weak point at the side of the vine wall.

But Jiang Che had never intended to keep hiding behind the vine wall.

He turned his right hand over, and his second ring, the Thousand-Year Soul Ring, lit up.

Blue-gold Blue Silver Grass rapidly condensed in his palm, forming the Blue Silver Longsword.

With a gentle push of Jiang Che's left hand, the vine wall before him abruptly scattered, turning into several vines that lashed out to either side, forcing Li Qing to retreat and dodge.

Seizing this opening, Jiang Che slipped forward like a wisp of smoke, closing in on Wang Niu directly ahead, whose footing was unsteady after his charge had just missed. The Blue Silver Longsword in his hand slashed diagonally downward.

Wang Niu's heart trembled. At that critical moment, he forcibly twisted his body and used his bull horns, covered in Soul Power, to block the strike head-on.

Wang Niu felt a surge of force travel through his horns, making his head ring.

When his first strike failed, Jiang Che did not pursue. Instead, he pivoted, letting his blade trace a semicircle.

The movement immediately exposed Li Qing, who had just flanked him from the side, to the blade's path. Li Qing hastily raised his staff to block. The metalized iron staff collided with the Blue Silver blade, producing an ear-piercing scraping sound.

To his horror, a deep gouge was left in the surface of his hard iron staff, and an overbearing force surged from the blade, nearly knocking his weapon from his hands.

Seeing both his companions suffer setbacks in succession, Zhao Li opened his mouth again. A second Tiger Roar Wave took shape, but this time Jiang Che was already prepared.

Three vines swiftly burst from the ground, winding toward Zhao Li's legs.

Zhao Li's Soul Skill was interrupted, and he stumbled backward with a startled cry.

"I told you," Jiang Che said, his voice still indifferent, "I won't need three minutes to beat trash like you."

He flicked his wrist, and the watery light on the Water Tribulation Blue Silver Blade abruptly thickened, as though tidal power surged within it.

With his second swing, that line of water left the blade, becoming a crescent-shaped blue Water Blade. It sliced silently through the air, heading straight for Wang Niu.

"Water Blade Line!"

Wang Niu's pupils contracted sharply. No longer caring about his dignity, he rolled across the ground, dodging in a sorry state. The Water Blade skimmed his scalp and cut a wall several dozen feet behind him clean through the middle, leaving a surface as smooth as a mirror.

Clutching his iron staff, now covered in white marks, Li Qing's voice began to tremble. "Boss, how is he Support System..."

Wang Niu was afraid. He was truly afraid. "Stop! If you kill me, you won't be able to bear the consequences! I'm with the Feilun Marquis Household! I know you might have a major power behind you, but you don't want to bring trouble down on your sect, do you?"

"Bring trouble? I'd even dare beat up a Titled Douluo's son! Do you think I'm afraid of bringing trouble?"

Before his words had faded, Jiang Che had already closed in.

All three froze at once. What the hell? He even dared to beat up a Titled Douluo's son? Just how powerful must the force behind him be?

Could he be from the Three Upper Sects? Or Spirit Hall?

Jiang Che said nothing. My backing is entirely up to your imagination.