Time flowed like water, and in a daze a long period had already passed.
On the Shrek Academy training field, two figures with some metal components covering their bodies were attacking each other across nearly one hundred meters, while a sturdy figure stood outside the battlefield watching them.
Zooming in, one could see that those metal components constantly releasing Soul Power light actually looked more suitable to be called battle armor or armor.
One of the figures had armor primarily in black. On each of his shoulders extended three small cannons that could rotate within a certain range as his main attack method, launching attacks.
Those six barrels were not firing simultaneously to pursue maximum firepower output. Instead, they took turns firing to maintain attack continuity. Generally, at most two barrels fired Soul Power light at once.
From perception alone, the threat from two barrels should have been easier to handle. However, judging from the reaction of the other figure, the firepower, though seemingly not the strongest, achieved extreme fire suppression and the damage could not be ignored.
The figure opposite wore armor that looked much more gorgeous, with a beautiful silver-white primary color. But the person wearing the armor looked rather miserable now.
To escape the opponent's fire tracking and blockade, he constantly relied on the Soul Power flames sprayed from his chest, back, and feet to move rapidly. But from the constantly rippling shield on his body, it was obvious his movement did not make the opponent's attacks miss.
Meanwhile, his own occasional attacks from the arm guards on his forearms were all easily dodged by the opponent. The opponent didn't even activate a shield, nor were his attacks interrupted.
Focusing on the wearer of the silver armor, he felt as if the beam attacks fired from the opponent's barrels seemed to follow some unknown rhythm guiding them.
The six barrels fired continuously and precisely, striking his body. Although a single attack could not break his defensive shield, this attack method continuously consumed his Soul Power.
After trying for a while and still unable to escape the target-locking of those six flexible rotating barrels, he even realized his movement direction was gradually being controlled by the opponent's predictive fire.
Seeing the main cannon on the opponent's chest gradually lighting up, he knew he could not continue like this. If completely controlled in movement, the charged main cannon attack would arrive — and he absolutely could not withstand that firepower.
Thinking of this, he simply stopped moving, stood still, and pushed the defensive shield created by his chest armor to the extreme, forcefully resisting the attack.
Meanwhile, his left and right shoulder armor began transforming. After half a second, two ferocious large-caliber cannons rose above his shoulders, with flashing light at the barrel tips indicating charging.
Seeing this reaction, the black-armored wearer extinguished the charging light on his chest cannon, but in exchange, the six barrels on his shoulders fired simultaneously. And likely due to transferring the accumulated Soul Power into those six barrels, even simultaneous fire had no delay or charge time.
From the violent fluctuations of the Soul Guidance shield on the silver-armored wearer, this level of attack would not let the shield last much longer.
Fortunately, after only three volleys of six shots, the black-armored person exhausted the accumulated Soul Power and had to stop firing to recharge.
Although the silver armor user's shield was only a thin layer left, it didn't matter. He had blocked the attack, and the main cannon's charging had not been interrupted.
He only needed two more seconds for the main cannon to fire.
"The opponent's main cannon definitely can't fire. Even if the shoulder cannons fire again they can't break my shield. As long as my main cannon activates, its tracking properties mean he cannot dodge or defend. This time, I win."
But just as this thought fell, his eyes widened in shock. The black-armored person neither attacked to interrupt nor defended.
Instead, retracting the shoulder barrels, he used the thrust from Soul Guidance devices on his back, calves, and feet, crossing nearly a hundred meters in less than one second to arrive right in front of him. His chest armor even automatically activated a shield due to the speed.
At this moment, the silver-armored person felt despair. Because all of his Soul Power was charging the main cannon, he had no means to counterattack.
Seeing the opponent's left palm releasing scorching energy clearly ready to attack — enough to shatter his Soul Guidance shield in one strike — and the sharp beast claws extending from the right fist gauntlet…
He cleanly dispersed the gathered Soul Power, retreated, and raised his hand to surrender. Seeing him surrender, the black-armored person dispersed the Soul Power in his left palm, and his right hand returned to the original gauntlet form. The battle ended.
Seeing the result, the figure watching quickly walked over — Vice Dean Zhao Wuji of Shrek Academy.
The two in the field removed their face masks, and with mechanical sounds the helmets retracted into metal headbands. Their faces revealed, they were the only two students of Shrek Academy: Oscar, wearing silver armor, and Aos Qin, wearing black armor.
At this moment, Oscar wore a bitter expression. Since two months ago, when the Soul Guidance armor components they crafted reached the best level possible with their current Soul Power at rank eighteen, the teachers and dean had required them to duel daily to quickly familiarize themselves with these devices and maximize their battle strength.
However, due to a significant gap between him and his brother Aos Qin in controlling Soul Guidance devices and in combat usage theory, these two months of sparring had basically been various forms of him being abused.
In fact, regarding the huge gap in Soul Guidance device control and theoretical use between him and Aos Qin, Oscar couldn't understand it.
Although Aos Qin indeed learned Soul Guidance manufacturing faster and achieved higher skill, he did not focus all effort on combat Soul Armor. Instead, he split time making practical daily-use devices and encrypted ones for sale to earn gold soul coins.
Thus, Oscar's Soul Armor completion time was not much slower than Aos Qin's.
"We clearly started on the same starting line. Why is it that the moment I look up, you've already dashed ten meters ahead?"
If Aos Qin had been linked through the mental chain now, he would definitely answer: "Because I am cheating."
"Alright, Oscar, you've already improved a lot in these two months. A true Soul Master never only focuses on the opponent's growth and ignores their own.
Otherwise, they will become lost in the pursuit of strength, becoming a slave to power rather than its master."
Seeing Oscar's bitter and confused expression, the usually rough Zhao Wuji instead spoke encouragingly, then waved for Aos Qin to go do his own thing and not stand here.
Aos Qin let out a sigh of relief and left.
This past month Oscar's state had not been good — extremely silent, overworking himself desperately from being provoked. Although he did improve, Aos Qin worried that Oscar's spirit wouldn't withstand continuing like this.
But since he himself was the source of the pressure, he wasn't in a position to tell Oscar to relax and rest.
He had even considered holding back during battles to let Oscar win once, but to ensure Oscar gained full understanding of Soul Guidance combat, Aos Qin always fought with full strength.
Truthfully, Oscar's talent was excellent. In only two months he could already control Soul Guidance devices smoothly in combat. In another two months, once his tactical thought and awareness matured, he might even contend evenly. Meanwhile, Aos Qin had been training with the best guidance in the Omnipotent Library for two years already.
Yes — two years had passed. Oscar and Aos Qin were now eight years old, Soul Power at rank eighteen. They could likely reach rank twenty before age nine and qualify for their second Soul Ring. For food-type Soul Masters, this speed was terrifying, especially while also crafting Soul Guidance devices.
In these two years, both reached rank-2 Soul Engineer level, and all the devices they wore were rank-2, not rank-1 like normal Soul Masters.
Each month, Aos Qin sold five rank-2 Storage Soul Guidance Devices, made using Spirit-Forged Empty Nether Iron, through Flander. Each had ten cubic meters of space and sold for about 350 gold soul coins, while costing under 90 to make — netting over 260 gold soul coins profit.
With this money, their cultivation expenses were no longer a burden. Oscar also sold simple rank-1 devices through Flander — mainly jungle knives as melee Soul Devices and trigger-type defensive Soul Devices. Though not as exaggerated as Aos Qin's thousand coins a month, he still earned three to four hundred, enough to fund his training.
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