Sparring—I Only Think of You as a Brother!

Zhao Wuji quickly assigned opponents, then secretly raised his brows at Yang Tian as if to say, "I've given you the chance. Make the most of it."

Yang Tian understood and discreetly gave him a thumbs-up. Then he said to Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, "I used up some mental energy, so you two should go easy on me~"

Zhu Zhuqing immediately nodded at that, but Xiao Wu gave a sly smile. "Easy my ass. Take this!"

Her flashy, ineffectual punches rained down on Yang Tian. Yang Tian helplessly shook his head, casually dealing with Xiao Wu's attacks using only one hand. Then, a faint catlike cry rang out beside him, and a black shadow instantly appeared behind him. A cold voice sounded. "Hell Stab."

Yang Tian shifted his feet, his body turning like a phantom as he evaded Zhu Zhuqing's Hell Stab with an extreme maneuver.

Outside the ring, Tang San watched Yang Tian use that movement technique with a dark expression, feeling utterly displeased.

Zhao Wuji, who was also watching the show, noticed Tang San's expression and frowned. "His talent is his own. You must never harbor jealousy."

Tang San came to his senses and gave a bitter smile. "That was clearly my movement technique. Heavenly Brother watched it twice and stole it. This poor baby is suffering~"

Zhao Wuji froze, then nodded sympathetically at Tang San before consoling him. "As long as you cultivate diligently, one day you'll catch up to Yang Tian."

"That's right, that's right. We'll definitely surpass him." Ning Rongrong clenched her little fists, looking as though she bore a deep grudge.

However, Tang San sent them straight into the abyss with one sentence. "If hard work were enough, what would talent be for?"

"..."

The others watched Tang San in silence. While feeling deeply crushed, they also sympathized somewhat with him. Just how severe a blow had this kid suffered to say something so profound?~

"First Soul Skill, Waist Bow!" Xiao Wu's long legs directly locked around Yang Tian's neck. Her supple waist erupted with astonishing strength, flinging Yang Tian into the air.

"Netherworld Hundred Claws!" Zhu Zhuqing seized the opportunity and darted behind Yang Tian again. Her pitch-black claws shot out like lightning. Just as everyone thought Yang Tian had no choice but to take the attack head-on, his body twisted astonishingly in midair. His hands clamped around Zhu Zhuqing's wrists like iron pincers, and with a powerful swing, he hurled her away.

"If you rely only on soul skills granted by soul rings, a Soul Master's combat methods in the early stages will be extremely limited."

Zhu Zhuqing's body fell uncontrollably. At that rate, she would surely be injured upon hitting the ground. Yet Yang Tian's body suddenly paused in midair. With a casual flick of one hand, a breeze arose from nowhere and supported Zhu Zhuqing's body, slowing her descent.

When Yang Tian landed, Xiao Wu was about to attack again when he waved one hand. A rope of Soul Power bound her in place. This was not a skill stolen by the system, but an application of Soul Power that Yang Tian had figured out himself.

"You think just anyone can create a Self-Created Soul Skill?" Ning Rongrong felt that Yang Tian was speaking too lightly. Self-Created Soul Skills were rare precisely because they were difficult to create.

Yang Tian shrugged. "How would you know without trying? In my eyes, so-called soul skills are merely ways of circulating Soul Power in conjunction with a martial soul.

"For example... Teacher Zhao's Vajra Palm!"

As he spoke, Yang Tian lightly pushed at the air in front of him. A burst of sound exploded, instantly leaving everyone stunned.

Zhao Wuji even shouted outright, "That's my soul skill!"

"No, this is my soul skill." Yang Tian raised his brows at Zhao Wuji, making everyone itch to roll up their sleeves and beat him up.

Still, after hearing Yang Tian's words, everyone felt that he had a point. At that moment, Xiao Wu jumped out to support him. "Creating soul skills really isn't that hard. Xiao San and I succeeded too. It's just that ours aren't as powerful as Heavenly Brother's Self-Created Soul Skill."

"Really? Can I... see your Self-Created Soul Skill?" Behind Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing's face remained cold, but the fact that she spoke up now was enough to show just how much she cared about Self-Created Soul Skills.

Yang Tian was not surprised in the least. Zhu Zhuqing was the most fanatical in her pursuit of strength among everyone at Shrek, and that had much to do with her past experiences.

Hearing that, Xiao Wu grew somewhat embarrassed, but she still nodded and said to Tang San, "Xiao San, let's demonstrate it for Zhuqing."

Tang San did not refuse. After all, they would become companions in the future, and hiding such things would do no good.

Tang San walked to the center of the small square and assumed a defensive stance. Xiao Wu, meanwhile, approached him with her hands behind her back, hopping and skipping along. Just as everyone focused intently, Xiao Wu's legs suddenly tensed. Her body shot forward with a whoosh, moving as fast as an agility-type Soul Master using a speed-enhancing skill. Then Xiao Wu leaped high into the air. Visible pink Soul Power surged around her feet as she delivered two consecutive kicks to Tang San's raised arms. From the visual impact alone, its power was already comparable to a hundred-year soul skill.

Yang Tian held back a laugh and said, "This is Xiao Wu's Self-Created Soul Skill, Rabbit Kicks Eagle! Its power is even a little stronger than ordinary hundred-year soul skills."

After the demonstration ended, Xiao Wu walked back with her chin raised proudly. She truly had reason to be proud, whether because of her own talent or her Self-Created Soul Skill.

After watching Xiao Wu's demonstration, Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes shone with an unusual light. She gently tugged on Yang Tian's sleeve and asked timidly, "Can support-type Soul Masters do it too?"

Seeing Ning Rongrong's expectant expression, Yang Tian gave a mischievous grin. "Give me a kiss, and I'll teach you a Self-Created Soul Skill. One that works for both attack and defense~"

Ning Rongrong's eyes instantly widened. She put her hands on her hips and pointed at Yang Tian with a jade-like finger, fuming, "Pervert! Who would ever kiss you? Don't even think about it!"

Yang Tian spread his hands. "This soul skill of mine can be used by anyone with Soul Power. And whether it's used for attack or defense, it's no weaker than a ten-thousand-year soul skill. Tsk, tsk. You're actually not interested? Then I'll teach Zhuqing."

Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly stepped back upon hearing that. A blush appeared on her cold face as she said in a fluster, "I-I... can I change the condition?"

"Of course. I'll even teach you for free!" Yang Tian nodded, then teased Ning Rongrong, "Mad? Heh, I can teach it, but I just won't teach you. I'm just having fun. So? Are you mad?"

Yang Tian did not need to tease her further. Ning Rongrong was already furious. Her newly developing little buds rose and fell as blood rushed to her face, turning her pretty cheeks red. "Yang Tian, I'm going to fight you!"

Ning Rongrong had never suffered such humiliation before, yet she could not lash out. After all, why should Yang Tian teach her a Self-Created Soul Skill? But Yang Tian was willing to give it to Zhu Zhuqing for free. Compared side by side, that made Ning Rongrong's anger flare even hotter.

Watching Ning Rongrong prepare to rush at him, Yang Tian immediately curled a finger at her with a lewd grin. "Come here. Don't worry, I only think of you as a brother. I won't hurt you—but don't blame me for wherever I happen to touch."