Seeing that Di Qiu'er was finally about to use her Martial Soul Avatar, Toji smiled brightly.
He flashed forward, and his left leg's Soul Bone Skill was suddenly activated.
Teleportation.
Appearing out of thin air in front of Di Qiu'er, before she could react, he Playful Cloud without hesitation and slammed it down!
This strike involved no fancy techniques whatsoever; it was purely a crushing display of extreme power and speed.
She wasn't Toji given a chance to complete her Soul Skill. In a real battle, the enemy won't just stand there waiting for you to charge up your ultimate move.
"Boom!!"
The entire underground base trembled violently, and the metal ground within a hundred-meter radius was smashed into a trench several meters deep. Cracks spread like a spider web, even affecting the surrounding defensive soul-guided barriers, causing the energy shield to flicker and nearly collapse.
When the smoke and dust cleared, Di Qiu'er lay in the center of the giant pit, her Golden Dragon shattered inch by inch, revealing her originally fair skin.
Her long hair was disheveled, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her proud Golden Dragon eyes were slightly unfocused as she stared blankly at the sky outside the base, seemingly still unable to process how she had been defeated.
"..."
She lost.
Moreover, as Toji said, it was almost a complete annihilation.
Even though the opponent still had hidden trump cards that he hadn't used, the Dark Gold Dreadclaw on his right-hand Soul Bone couldn't force him to use them.
Her supposedly formidable strength was never fully unleashed before she was smashed into the ground with a single blow.
"... Why?"
She murmured to herself, her voice tinged with resentment, yet also with an indescribable sense of awe.
If she Toji previously succeeded in getting him to agree to be her lover through trickery, could she still do so now?
They defeated you in a direct confrontation.
This guy... has been hiding such a trump card all along. He has a set of Soul Tool that can forcibly push his cultivation to the Soul Saint level.
In that case, wouldn't this guy be absolutely invincible among his peers?
Even Di Qiu'er, who knew herself to be very knowledgeable about Toji, couldn't see through him at this moment.
Toji stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at her, while Playful Cloud was carried on his shoulder, his Bloodline Power slowly receding.
His gaze was calm, devoid of mockery or smugness; he simply said:
"Combat isn't a turn-based game; nobody will wait for you to activate your Martial Soul Avatar, unleash your Soul Skill, and then slowly engage in a battle of attrition."
In a true battle, victory or defeat often hinges on a single moment.
"What you may not know is that every Soul Master has a pre-cast animation when releasing their Soul Skill, and it was by seizing this opportunity that I was able to kill you in one strike."
"I've been urging you to use your Martial Soul Avatar, and that's part of the reason, but battles aren't just about cultivation level; other factors also need to be considered."
"My direct combat ability may not be as good as a Soul Douluo, but I can successfully assassinate Eight-Ring Soul Douluo."
Di Qiu'er remained silent.
She grew up in the Star Dou Great Forest and was pampered by Di Tian and other Ferocious Beast. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was the princess of the Star Dou Great Forest.
She has great talent; with only ten thousand years of cultivation, she can rival Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Wherever she goes, she is an absolute prodigy.
Not to mention that she possesses the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, is a master of Ultimate Strength, and has never encountered an opponent among her peers.
But today, she lost.
A complete and utter defeat.
She wasn't even given a chance to unleash her full power.
"..."
She slowly sat up, her dragon eyes fixed on Toji, the arrogance and golden intent in her eyes fading away, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.
"I lost. From now on, I'll listen to you."
She readily admitted it.
Toji raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat surprised by her decisiveness.
I have a feeling... the other person seems to have changed?
He couldn't say for sure.
Di Qiu'er stared at Toji and said, word by word:
"But next time I spar with you when you're giving it your all, I won't give you another chance to beat me."
I will become stronger.
Toji looked at her and suddenly smiled.
"Alright, I'll be waiting. The stronger you become, the happier I'll be. After all, we're allies, aren't we?"
Di Qiu'er didn't say anything, but silently lowered her head and hummed in agreement.
Why does she seem so much more well-behaved?
Toji looked at Di Qiu'er and suddenly reached out his hand.
Can you still stand up?
Di Qiu'er was slightly taken aback, stared at the hand for two seconds, then let out a soft hum and turned her face away, but still raised her arm and grasped Toji's hand.
It's very soft.
This was Toji's first reaction.
Di Qiu'er's palms were warm and soft, with long, slender fingers and delicate skin that made her seem more like a pampered young lady than a Soul Master who fought year-round.
But ironically, this hand had just been wielding a dragon claw powerful enough to tear through steel, directly confronting him.
It's such a contradiction.
With a little effort, he pulled her up from the bottom of the pit. Di Qiu'er's body was incredibly light, and she stood up almost effortlessly.
The two were so close they could feel each other's breath.
Di Qiu'er's lips were pressed tightly together, as if she were somewhat uncomfortable.
She quickly withdrew her hand, turned her head away, and her golden hair fell down, concealing her slightly reddened ear tips.
"... Thanks."
Her voice was very soft, almost squeezed out from between her teeth, with a hint of awkward arrogance.
Toji looked at her and suddenly found it a little funny.
They were fighting like the world was collapsing just moments ago, but now they're acting like a sulking little girl, though they seem to have become much more obedient.
Women are truly unfathomable.
He simply couldn't understand it.
Toji could only shrug, his tone casual:
"You're welcome. Next time we fight, don't just focus on using your Soul Skill; pay more attention to the rhythm of the battle."
Upon hearing this, Di Qiu'er suddenly looked up and glared at him, but then, remembering that she was the loser, she had no choice but to lower her head.
"Um."
Toji was astonished.
Why has she become so well-behaved?
No more rebuttals?
"Forget it, let's clean up first. Look at the mess this battle made, everything's a mess." Toji waved his hand lazily. "Let's go. This fight ruined so many of my Soul Tool, what a huge loss."
"I'll continue teaching you about Soul Tool tomorrow. Now you won't have any reason to object, right? You'd better study hard."
Di Qiu'er stood there, watching his back. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only let out a soft hum.
That bastard...
We must win this time!
However, a faint blush appeared on her usually aloof and beautiful face, a rare sight indeed.
In the world of Soul Beast, the strong prey on the weak; whoever has the biggest fist gets to do what they say, and even Di Qiu'er is no exception.
I never expected that this bastard would actually be this strong.
His strength is probably not truly above mine.
Di Qiu'er raised her hand and examined it in front of her eyes, her expression somewhat doubtful.
"It seems that only the complete power of the Golden Dragon King can rival and defeat a pure body cultivator like him in terms of strength?"
As she thought this, her heart inexplicably started beating a little faster.
Di Qiu'er took a deep breath and patted her cheeks.
"It's only been one loss. We can just listen to him from now on and win back the winnings when we get stronger."
Unconsciously, Di Qiu'er seemed to have been completely conquered by Toji's domineering presence.