Only a Man Like This Deserved to Possess Me!

"?" The Blood Tiger abruptly slammed on the brakes, lowering its limbs slightly as it crouched and watched.

With only a remnant soul left, its intelligence was limited. It was a little confused—why had a tiger identical to itself suddenly appeared in front of it?

It looked like a formidable opponent!

The next second, the fake tiger in its sight charged forward fearlessly. It could not even be bothered to roar at it, as though it disdained to do so.

The Blood Tiger felt provoked. With an angry roar, it immediately charged to meet it.

Seeing this, Minghui did not follow up with his Second Soul Skill, Sacrifice of Soul. After all, if he burned the Blood Tiger's remnant soul, what would he absorb? So, as the two tigers charged at each other, he circled around to the side.

Then, with a whoosh, he leaped onto the tiger's head.

Bang! He threw a punch, knocking the Blood Tiger staggering to the ground.

The Blood Tiger was stunned. It thought the fake tiger ahead had some real tricks—it had hit it before they had even made contact.

Roar! It roared and sprang directly at the fake tiger.

Minghui was startled by the move. This Blood Tiger did not seem very smart.

But then he remembered that it was only a remnant soul, and he understood.

Then it occurred to him that, with this Blood Tiger's intelligence, if he used the Simulation Soul Skill to create illusions and interfere with it, it might think this was not a one-on-one battle between men and refuse to yield to such an unfair duel, even unto death.

That would not be a good thing!

He suddenly understood why there were so many bloodstains on the ground. This thing could only be beaten head-on.

Or at least, it had to believe that was the case.

Minghui sighed helplessly, but could only dispel his Simulation Soul Skill and jump down from the tiger's head.

"?" The Blood Tiger pounced on empty air and was confused again. It looked around blankly before finally spotting the human boy it had seen earlier.

"Come fight me, idiot!" Minghui curled a finger at it.

The Blood Tiger could not understand human speech or the meaning of the gesture, but it was undoubtedly a provocation.

Enraged, it roared as it turned and pounced at him.

But every movement was crystal clear under Minghui's spiritual perception. With a flash, he leaped aside, then sprang up with a fierce side kick. His timing was perfect, flawlessly predicting and matching the Blood Tiger's movements. The instant it landed, his foot struck its ear and kicked its head sideways.

He had taken pills since childhood, bathed in the Light of Life, undergone brutal physical training, and then consecutively absorbed a three-thousand-year Second Soul Ring and a six-thousand-year Third Soul Ring. At this point, in terms of pure strength, he was not much weaker than this Blood Tiger, which was merely an energy body.

Under those circumstances, his vastly superior intelligence and agility came into play.

It was a head-on fight, but that did not mean he could not fight smart, right?

He was a cute little guy only five foot three. If he tried to wrestle a tiger over six feet tall, would that not make him a complete idiot?

Watch me perform Wu Song Fights the Tiger!

Minghui shouted inwardly. The instant he landed, he put on an imposing front and charged forward in quick, short steps. Then the Blood Tiger, like an agile big cat, turned around and spread its forelimbs, pouncing at him with claws and fangs bared as if trying to crush a girl in its arms.

Its bell-sized eyes were bloodshot, clearly furious.

Watch my slide tackle! The thought instinctively flashed through Minghui's mind, but one glance at the Blood Tiger's gaping maw and unusually broad chest made him hold back.

Wisely taking advantage of his small frame, he lowered himself and jumped diagonally out of its pouncing range, then rolled along the ground to the side of its claw. He half-crouched with the momentum before springing upward, vaulting onto the tiger's back. He punched straight at the tiger's lumbar spine, then used the force to leap onto the back of its neck.

Grabbing the fur on the Blood Tiger's neck as it staggered and began to topple, he raised his fist and hammered down again and again.

Already unsteady, the Blood Tiger finally toppled onto its side completely. Its limbs, unable to turn over, stretched rigidly upward. No matter how hard it tried, it could not reach Minghui. It could only struggle to roll over while twisting its head to roar and bite wildly, but it always fell just short.

Bang! Minghui seized the opening and punched it in the nose, making it whimper as it jerked its head back.

This human was incredibly strong. His punches hurt badly, and he was sitting on top of it, pinning it down so hard that it could not move at all.

The Blood Tiger felt utterly aggrieved.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Minghui was not about to give it any chance to resist. If it did not raise its head, he struck its neck and shoulder joints. If it raised its head, he pummeled its nose.

The Blood Tiger's forelimbs had been beaten to the point where they could barely exert any strength. It could only kick wildly with its hind legs, trying to roll over and fight again, but it was useless.

Roars and the sounds of fists striking flesh soon filled the entire Cave. As the Blood Tiger continued struggling, the man and tiger shifted from their original positions.

In the end, the Blood Tiger completely submitted, sincerely acknowledging from the depths of its soul the man riding atop this tigress and displaying such overwhelming masculine might.

Only a man like this deserved to possess her!

The tiger's roars fell silent. The Blood Tiger's body exploded into dissolution, transforming into a dazzling ball of red light that hovered where its head had been.

Minghui suddenly lost his support and dropped onto the ground with a plop.

"Hah!" He let out a heavy breath, then sat cross-legged where he was and began activating his Soul Ring to draw in the energy.

The blood-red energy surged like a tide, pouring into the Third Soul Ring that pulsed gently close to the ground.

Minghui felt no discomfort whatsoever. He even felt warm all over—feedback from his Martial Soul.

Under his spiritual perception, the energy merged quickly. Before long, the floating ball of blood-red light began to fade. Then, a streak of red light suddenly shot into his brow, like a raging flood bursting through floodgates and crashing violently into the Original Body of his Pineal Gland Martial Soul.

"Hiss!" In an instant, Minghui's mind felt as though it had been struck hard, and he let out a muffled groan involuntarily.

He did not feel the extremely cold aura flooding into his mind that the elders of his clan had described, nor did he hear the roars of a Soul Beast in his ears—the sensation Soul Masters experienced at the moment they suffered a Soul Shock while absorbing a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

That was formed from a Soul Beast's resentment after death.

All he felt was a simple impact—brutal and direct.

This is somewhat like Sacrifice.

Minghui thought, but the remnant soul's intelligence is simply too low, and it lacks sufficient control. It cannot burn its own soul like a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, turn it into pure Spiritual Power, and steadily inject it into a Soul Master's body.

Right now, it is simply rushing in all at once.

No wonder the Sect designed so many resistance-training programs for its disciples, including spiritual pressure. If one's will is not firm enough, things could really go wrong!

Although these remnant souls willingly allow themselves to be absorbed after being defeated, they have no idea how to control their strength.

More precisely, they do not have the intelligence for it.

With that thought, Minghui stopped distracting himself and focused entirely on resisting the powerful force striking directly at his soul.

Fortunately, the impact came quickly and went quickly, with no follow-up. It ended before long.

The first wave is the hardest to withstand. It is not prolonged attacks that are frightening—it is a sudden, vicious blow like this. No wonder some people fail their awakenings. Quite a few probably could not endure the first hit and passed out immediately. Having experienced it once, Minghui now truly understood.

However, he did not feel that his Martial Soul had evolved, though he did feel refreshed and invigorated.

After the impact ended, his mind suddenly became clear. He felt full of energy and spirit, without the slightest hint of fatigue.

Without hesitation, he immediately calmed himself and examined the change. Then he discovered that his Spiritual Power had increased considerably.

Although it did not evolve directly, this increase is still substantial. Minghui was overjoyed. He quickly opened his eyes and shouted into the air, "Teacher, send in another one!"

He felt like he could take on ten more right now!