Chapter 65: Can Ye Lingling Win?
A low grunt slipped from Shi Mo's throat as the tortoise shell on his chest was continuously shredded by the spinning sphere.
Even so, the Black Turtle's shell was incredibly thick. Although it was being torn apart on the surface, the Rasengan had not completely pierced through yet and had not touched his body directly. Of course, if he failed to react in time, it was only a matter of moments before his defense collapsed.
Luckily, Shi Mo was a defensive-type Spirit Master who prioritized stability. Even when he charged just now, he had not thrown his full weight forward like an offensive-type Spirit Master would. Because he held back a portion of his strength, he still had room to maneuver after being hit.
Shi Mo stomped heavily on the ground, forcing his momentum to halt, then used the recoil and Ye Lingling's palm against his shell to push himself backwards, retreating rapidly.
As Shi Mo withdrew, the Rasengan in Ye Lingling's hand slowly dispersed. She clearly had no intention of chasing after him to press the advantage.
"Wow, that's incredible." Osler, the Black Panther, could not help but gasp, his eyes wide. "Lingling is a support-type Spirit Master, yet she can actually do something like that?"
Yu Tianlin gave him a sideways glance but did not respond. You can be shocked all you like, he thought silently, but can you stop spouting nonsense every time you breathe?
Right now, Shi Mo looked rather bedraggled. A deep groove, the exact size of Ye Lingling's Rasengan, had been carved into the tortoise shell on his chest. Fortunately, it had not been fully pierced through.
"This skill is terrifyingly strong," Yu Tianheng exclaimed. "The Black Turtle is a top tier defensive beast Martial Soul, and Shi Mo even used his first Spirit Skill to reinforce his shell. If I were fighting him, I wouldn't be able to break that defense in a short time. I never expected that this seemingly ordinary sphere of Spirit Power could damage Shi Mo's shell in an instant."
Yu Tianlin chuckled. "Big Brother, even though you possess the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, you are only at level twenty-eight and still cannot transform into a dragon, so your attack power is only a bit stronger than that of a normal power attack type Spirit Master. It's completely normal that you can't break the Black Turtle's defense quickly."
"The self-created Spirit Skill I developed is called Rasengan, and it is not some simple trick. Don't let its appearance fool you, it looks like nothing more than a ball of Spirit Power slightly larger than a fist, but there is a lot hidden inside. In terms of power, it can rival a thousand-year Spirit Skill. The Black Turtle's defense is indeed strong, but Brother Shi Mo has not reached level thirty yet and only has two hundred-year Spirit Rings. With just that level of amplification, he cannot fully block Rasengan."
"What a fine Rasengan." Qin Ming, who had been staring at the arena the entire time, finally spoke with admiration. "I think I understand now. This Rasengan of yours compresses high-density Spirit Power in the palm and forces it to twist irregularly. You maintain and compress that chaotic rotation until it forms a sphere of Spirit Power similar to a small typhoon in your hand."
"The power is truly impressive. It directly damaged the tortoise shell that Shi Mo reinforced with his first Spirit Skill. Moreover, I could tell Lingling pulled her strength. After this Rasengan hits, it should be able to erupt further, but she only pushed Shi Mo back and then dispersed the energy. Otherwise, his internal injuries would have been much worse."
"Ahem, as expected of Teacher Qin Ming, your observation is spot on. That is basically the principle behind Rasengan." Being praised by a five-ring Soul King made Yu Tianlin feel quite pleased. "As for holding back, everyone here is a teammate. Sister Lingling can't seriously injure her own companion."
"Don't get too proud, kid." Qin Ming could not help smiling when he saw Yu Tianlin's expression. "The Black Turtle is a top tier defensive beast Martial Soul. Its standing among defensive types is comparable to that of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul among offensive types. It's only because very few people possess the Black Turtle that it has never formed its own sect."
"I'm telling you this because I want you to understand that the Black Turtle is not that simple. Do not underestimate it."
Yu Tianlin only smiled and did not argue.
He came from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and had already read detailed records on the Black Turtle in the clan's archives. He understood very well how strong that Martial Soul truly was. But Sister Lingling was also not as simple as Qin Ming imagined.
Back on the arena, once they had pulled apart again, Ye Lingling did not immediately attack. She stood quietly in place, while Shi Mo, whose shell had been damaged, also needed a brief moment to adjust.
Since the shell on Shi Mo's chest was formed from Spirit Power, he could repair its surface so long as he continued feeding Spirit Power into it.
While the crowd beneath the stage continued discussing Rasengan in low voices, Shi Mo finished mending his tortoise shell. He took a deep breath, then fixed his gaze firmly on Ye Lingling and made his next move.
"Shield."
With a low shout, Shi Mo's second Spirit Ring lit up.
A strange transformation took place. The tortoise shell plates on his chest and back detached from his body and slid down into his hands, as if the shell itself had turned into two massive shields.
As the shell shifted into shield form, Shi Mo's previously stocky frame shrank noticeably, becoming much thinner, as if he had poured his strength and essence into the twin shields.
Each tortoise shell shield was nearly a meter in diameter. With one in each hand, they overlapped and almost completely concealed Shi Mo's now slender figure.
"The Rasengan you developed requires extremely fine control over Spirit Power, so Lingling probably cannot form Rasengan in both hands at the same time," Qin Ming commented with a smile as he watched Shi Mo's second Spirit Skill. "If that is the case, then with Shi Mo wielding two tortoise shell shields, how can Lingling attack when she only has one hand free?"
"Alright, let's stop here for today. This match was mainly to see what kind of self-created Spirit Skill you developed. I am already very satisfied with what I've seen. You did not waste those three months. It is about time to call it."
With that, Qin Ming prepared to step forward and end the battle.
"Wait a moment, Teacher Qin Ming."
Yu Tianlin stopped him, looking straight at him. "You seem to think Sister Lingling is already destined to lose, don't you?"
"Don't underestimate Sister Lingling. In these three months, we did more than just create Rasengan."
"So you are saying Lingling can still win?" Qin Ming looked at Yu Tianlin with some surprise. "Do you have something else hidden up your sleeves?"
Yu Tianlin replied, "Just keep watching for now. If things really become dangerous, you can step in then."
"Interesting." Qin Ming's gaze shifted between Ye Lingling on the arena and Yu Tianlin below. With clear curiosity in his eyes, he said, "Then let the two of them continue. I want to see what other surprises you can show me."
<><><><><>
[P@treon Christmas Discount: 20% OFF]
[Check Out My Patreon For +40 Advance Chapters On All My Fanfics!]
[[email protected]/FanficLord03]
[Join Our Discord Community For Updates & Events]
[https://discord.gg/MntqcdpRZ9]