Woohoo! Eastsea's Little Changkong

Long Hengxu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He knew Bai Yushan was strong, but he didn't know Bai Yushan was this strong. A One-Ring Soul Master, under the full suppression of Six-Ring Soul Emperor, not only did not fall, but instead grew stronger with each battle.

Yu Zhen's eyes shone like two light bulbs. He turned to look at Chen Qingquan, Chen Qingquan was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and a smile on his lips. The smile contained pride, relief, and a hint of heartache.

A yellow Soul Ring appeared above Bai Yushan's head.

First Soul Skill: Electromagnetic Clarity.

Bai Yushan mobilized subtle electromagnetic forces to cleanse his consciousness and the nerve pathways throughout his body, forcibly stimulating and activating his Spiritual Power with electromagnetic fluctuations, instantly unlocking all-around transparent perception. He closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them.

A flash of blue-white light appeared in his pupils, and the whole world seemed to change in his eyes.

He could feel Wu Changkong's heartbeat, the flow of coldness on the Heavenly Frost Sword, every ice crystal in the air, and every crack in the ground. He could see the slightest movement of Wu Changkong's muscles, predict the direction of his sword strikes, and detect the shift in his body's center of gravity. Wu Changkong's movements seemed to slow down in his eyes, not because his speed had decreased, but because his perception had become faster.

This is Electromagnetic Clarity.

By mobilizing subtle electromagnetic forces to cleanse one's consciousness and the entire nervous system, and forcefully stimulating and activating Spiritual Power with electromagnetic fluctuations, one can instantly unlock all-around transparent perception, entering a perceptual realm similar to Transparent World. This allows one to clearly capture all movements around them, the flow of Soul Power, the opponent's pre-movement and movement trajectory, gaining near-predictive abilities. At the same time, one can perfectly control every inch of their muscles and the state of their Soul Power, completely eliminating movement errors and Soul Power waste, greatly improving their reaction speed and the accuracy of evasion and counterattack.

For the people of this world, Soul Skill are obtained from Soul Ring; they are a gift from heaven.

But for Bai Yushan, the Soul Skill was something he created himself. It was a kind of idealistic power Electric Current Push, which solidified what he could originally do into the form of Soul Skill.

Even without using Soul Skill, Bai Yushan could achieve this level of skill, but it would be extremely Spiritual Power taxing.

After all, the human brain and nervous system are extremely complex and vital structures, and a single misstep can lead to disastrous consequences. However, if these are transformed into Soul Skill, there is no longer a need to carefully allocate Spiritual Power to manipulate electromagnetic forces.

The effect can be achieved simply by activating the Soul Skill.

Since he can't use his Soul Power Soul Power anyway, instead of letting it lie dormant in his body, he might as well use it to do something practical.

Bai Yushan has become a precise fighting machine.

Electromagnetic Clarity spread out in full force, and the slightest breeze, Soul Power, and ground tremors were all perceived. Sixty thousand volts of current surged at full speed, and blue and white electric light wrapped around his entire body. His muscles, Soul Power, and meridians were all under ultimate control, with not a single bit wasted.

He shifted his body and launched a sudden attack, his offensive relentless and relentless, like a torrent of water.

Fists thundered, legs struck with lightning speed, each move tightly linked, each stance seamlessly connected.

The advances and retreats were clean and decisive, shedding the previous frenzy and leaving only a pure and precise rhythm of killing.

The training ground crackled and sparked with electricity. Bai Yushan spun around, channeling his energy, and his body surged with electricity as he let out a low shout.

"Lightning Whirlwind Cleave!"

He gathered the lightning bolts from the sky with a single palm, transforming them into a giant thunder axe. The lightning was intense, and the pressure suddenly rose as it cleaved down with immense force.

Wu Changkong's eyes narrowed slightly. His Wu Changkong Heavenly Frost Sword moved swiftly like the wind, its cold light surging, and frost energy piled up to form Ice Wall, defending him flawlessly. He deliberately suppressed himself to the level of Three-Ring Soul Elder, but after several exchanges, he still couldn't suppress this nine-year-old one-ring boy. The child's combat power and instincts had long surpassed common sense.

Bai Yushan's mind was clear, filled only with fighting spirit. Under the Electromagnetic Clarity, the movement of heaven and earth became rhythmic threads.

He detected every slight movement of Wu Changkong's muscles, the flow of his Soul Power, and the shift in his body.

What others saw as a risky move was simply routine offense and defense for him.

"Form ranks!"

Yuan Ming roared with all his might, slamming his hands on the ground. Dozens of arm-thick, emerald-green vines burst forth from the earth, intertwining to form a thick vine wall in front of the four. The surface of the vines oozed a viscous, purple venom that gleamed eerily in the sunlight.

Zhao Tieshan reacted the fastest, stomping his right foot on the ground, and a pair of jet-black iron hammers flew out of his Soul Tool Ring and landed in his palm. With the hammers in hand, his aura suddenly soared, his burly body seemed to expand even more, his arm muscles bulging and veins standing out.

"Who came from, you blind fool, daring to provoke me!"

He roared and slammed his double hammers together in front of his chest, producing a deafening clang of metal striking metal.

Zhou Zheng's arms had completely transformed into the wings of Gale Falcon, the sharp wing blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight. His legs were also slightly bent, making him look like a spring ready to be launched at any moment. As soon as he could pinpoint the location of the approaching person, he would deliver the most swift and devastating attack.

Liu Qingping quickly took a half step back, holding up a budding emerald green lotus flower in her right hand. The lotus flower slowly rotated, emitting a soft, pale green light that enveloped the four of them. This was her First Soul Skill, Jade Wave Protection, which could provide her teammates with a certain degree of damage reduction.

The four players' teamwork was seamless, clearly honed through countless battles. The Control System provided defense, the Power Attack System, the Agility Attack System waited for the opportune moment, and the Support System provided buffs. This standard four-person team tactical configuration was more than enough to handle most unexpected situations.

But it was too late.

The bolt of lightning that shot out from the depths of the dense forest was much faster than Yuan Ming had predicted.

Almost at the same instant the vine wall was erected, a blinding bolt of lightning shot out from the shadows of the dense forest and directly into the four people's field of vision.

It was so fast that you couldn't even blink.

Before Zhao Tieshan could even see the person's face clearly, he only saw a dazzling bolt of lightning rapidly enlarge in his pupils, followed by a terrifying force like an overwhelming tidal wave slamming into his chest.

He didn't even have time to raise the heavy black iron hammer in his hand.

boom--

Zhao Tieshan was as if he had been hit head-on by a ten -Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. His feet left the ground, and his massive body drew an arc in the air before slamming heavily into a large tree ten meters away. The huge Impact made the ancient tree, which was as thick as two people could hug, tremble and its leaves fell to the ground like rain.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and then spat out a mouthful of blood. His chest was charred black from the electric shock, and his skin was covered with spiderweb-like scorch marks.

"Tieshan!"

Zhou Zheng Zheng's pupils contracted sharply, but his reaction was indeed fast. Almost at the same moment Zhao Tieshan was knocked away, the wing blades on his arms were already out, and two cyan Wind Blade crossed and slashed towards the spot where the lightning had landed, with a sharp and piercing sound of air being cut.

However, his Wind Blade missed its mark.

The bolt of lightning didn't stop at Zhao Tieshan's location at all. Instead, it made a bizarre right-angle turn and rushed directly towards Yuan Ming in a way that completely defied the laws of physics.

Yuan Ming's eyes widened, his pupils reflecting a rapidly approaching hand.

That hand was very white, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles. It even looked somewhat delicate, like the hand of a noble young master playing the piano.

Yet this very hand carried a terrifying sense of oppression that made him unable to breathe.

He tried to dodge, but his body couldn't react in time. His vines were frantically warning him, but his body's reaction speed couldn't keep up with his senses, and he could only watch helplessly as the hand reached for his collar.

Then, he was lifted up.

Standing at 1.8 meters tall, he lifted Yuan Ming was less than 1.6 meters tall, into the air like a chick. The vines Entanglement around Yuan Ming's ankles frantically tried to wrap around the man's arms, but the moment they touched the other's skin, they were repelled by an invisible electric current, unable to even get close.

"You--"

Yuan Ming had just opened his mouth, but before he could utter a second word, the hand gripping his collar suddenly tightened, slamming him violently against a nearby tree trunk.

Bang!

A dull Collision echoed through the forest.

Yuan Ming's back slammed solidly into the tree trunk, which was as thick as a water bucket. The enormous Impact cracked the trunk in several places. He felt as if his entire spine was about to break, and his internal organs were displaced. A metallic taste rushed to his throat, and he vomited it out with a "whoosh".

Then his body slid limply off the tree trunk, collapsing to the ground, convulsing all over, unable to get up for a moment.

From the moment Bai Yushan appeared to the Yuan Ming was thrown against the tree, the entire process took no more than two seconds.

A level 39 Control System Soul Elder was easily and effortlessly killed.

No one even saw how he made his move.

Zhou Zheng's expression finally changed.

He considered himself a prominent figure in Eastsea City, a level 39 Agility Attack System whose forte was speed. However, the speed Bai Yushan had just displayed made even this Agility Attack System Soul Elder, known for his speed, feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

That's not even in the same league.

But he was, after all, the captain. His willpower, honed through countless life-or-death battles, forced him to suppress his terror, and he shouted sharply, "Who are you! We have no grudge against you, why—"

He couldn't continue speaking halfway through his sentence.

Because Bai Yushan turned his head and looked at him.

What kind of eyes were those?

With his narrow eyes and sharp brow bones, he was clearly a handsome young man of exceptionally refined appearance, yet the things churning in those eyes sent chills down Zhou Zheng's spine, even though Zhou Zheng was Three-Ring Soul Elder who had seen countless life and death.

There was a nonchalant nonchalance in his eyes, an aloof indifference, and a hint of unfathomable madness.

It was as if they were looking at prey, or as if they were looking at ants.

It's not like they're treating each other as equals.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Bai Yushan flicked his wrist, his tone languid, as if discussing a trivial matter, "Are you going to hand over the signal device yourselves, or will I do it myself?"

The air froze for two seconds.

Zhou Zheng's face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water. He stared intently at the boy in front of him, who was more than half a head taller than him, and his mind raced as he made his calculations.

Standing at 1.8 meters tall with a slender and upright figure, although his face looked a bit young, judging from the Thunderous Might- fast speed of his sudden attack just now, this guy was definitely not as simple as he appeared. Anyone who could move alone in the Spirit Ascension Platform during the Riot Period was either a madman or a true master.

The one in front of us is probably both.

Lightning and frost collided frequently, scattering ice shards and sparks everywhere.

Bai Yushan's current output is stable and consistent, with its offensive power advancing step by step without showing signs of exhaustion.

After several rounds of parrying and dodging, Wu Changkong had already figured out Bai Yushan's strengths. This young man had no weaknesses in his overall qualities, and his combat intuition and ability to withstand pressure far exceeded those of ordinary people, rendering ordinary suppression methods completely ineffective.

He was determined to end the sparring match. His fifth Soul Ring suddenly lit up, its eerie light swirling, and an extremely cold aura instantly enveloped the entire arena.

"Frost Whisper Ice Wheel."

A clear, cold voice landed, and the Heavenly Frost Sword was swung through the air, causing the chilling air to condense into a thick, heavy Ice Wheel. The Ice Wheel was covered with sharp edges and spun at high speed, crushing out with its binding, cold power, directly locking down all escape routes around Bai Yushan.

The cold air had locked the venue in place, leaving no room for escape. Everyone in the audience held their breath, convinced that Bai Yushan was already trapped in a deadly situation.

Bai Yushan's gaze was firm, showing no sign of panic, and he uttered a soft sound.

"Unite form and spirit, and attack the enemy from a single point!"

The scattered lightning bolts all returned to their source, and the 60,000 volts of electricity were compressed to the extreme, coalescing into a condensed ball of lightning between his hands. The lightning was restrained yet powerful, concealing a tremendous explosive force.

Bai Yushan pushed his arms forward, exerted force from his palms, and condensed a ball of lightning that blasted out, crashing directly into the oncoming Frost Whisper Ice Wheel.

A deafening tremor reverberated across the training ground.

The lightning exploded, instantly tearing apart layers of ice and cold. The hard Ice Wheel shattered inch by inch, ice shards flew everywhere, and the chilling aura dissipated in an instant. Wu Changkong's fifth Soul Skill was broken by this single blow.

The remaining force of the thunderbolt was still strong, rushing straight to the spot. When the smoke and dust cleared, there was no one in front of him.

Wu Changkong's movements were unparalleled; he retreated several feet in an instant, then circled behind Bai Yushan. His steps were graceful and silent, demonstrating his unparalleled mastery of movement techniques.

Bai Yushan had just finished his attack, and before he could even catch his breath, the cool blade of his sword was already lightly pressed against his neck. The chill slowly seeped into his skin, devoid of any murderous intent, yet it sealed off all movement.

You lost.

Wu Changkong's voice was clear, cold, and straightforward; he was simply stating the outcome of the battle.

As Bai Yushan relaxed his strength, the electric current within his body gradually subsided, the fighting spirit in his eyes subsided, and the Electromagnetic Clarity state was dispelled.

He felt the chill on his neck, but felt no resentment. Instead, he chuckled lightly, open and unrestrained.

"You're not bad. Are you interested in teaching me?"

He was open about victory and defeat, thoroughly enjoying the battle and recognizing the gap between them. Wu Changkong's swordsmanship, movement techniques, and control of Soul Power were all top-notch, worthy of his tutelage.

Wu Changkong sheathed his sword with swift and composed movements. He lowered his gaze to the young man, his eyes revealing surprise and admiration.

He had seen countless geniuses, but he had never seen anyone like Bai Yushan. At the age of nine, he had already reached the first ring of cultivation, possessed an extraordinary physical body, a unique Martial Soul, and a fighting spirit far surpassing his peers. He was not discouraged by defeat and was open-minded and insightful.