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"Good!"
Watching this spectacular scene, Dai Weisi could not hide the excitement in his heart and couldn't help but shout praise internally. He admired both Zhang Tie's tough style and You Lang's mastery of the Nether Slash soul skill.
As a member of the Star Luo Imperial Family, he naturally knew that for a Soul Master, the Martial Soul was the foundation.
Aside from strengthening the Martial Soul Origin, the most important role of a soul ring was to provide the Soul Master with a way to learn and utilize that source.
Although the power of the Soul Beast contained within the soul ring could amplify a Soul Master's strength, that was merely a minor benefit.
Soul ring skills could not be used rigidly; the ability to use them in various ways was a reflection of one's improved control over the Martial Soul source and the power of the soul ring.
Without this, rigidly using soul rings—even if all nine were one hundred thousand year rings or even million-year rings—would still result in a waste of talent, hardly worthy of being called a powerhouse.
In the eyes of truly peak experts, such a person would be vulnerable and hollow. Those precious and powerful soul rings and soul bones would be nothing more than pearls cast before swine on such a person.
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, the massive blade qi of the Nether Slash tore through the force of Zhang Tie's Iron Mountain Fist, directly severing the torrent of iron-gray Soul Qi.
The Nether blade qi continued to press down, cleaving toward Zhang Tie's head. After splitting the external Soul Qi, it struck one of Zhang Tie's iron fists, producing the sharp ring of clashing metal.
Zhang Tie gritted his teeth.
The power of You Lang's soul skill was indeed formidable; not only had it broken his external Soul Qi and shattered the fist intent, but its remaining power was by no means weak.
Even though he had activated his cultivation method to enhance his physical defense, his fist had already been cut. Zhang Tie was forced to change his fist into a palm, withdrawing slightly and using both hands.
Coordinating with the protection of his Iron Cloth Skill-tempered body, he joined his hands in front of his chest to prop up this staggering blade qi. However, even so, the residual power of the blade qi did not diminish.
With a loud shout from You Lang, he swung both hands down forcefully at an angle, and the blade qi actually surged in power by another thirty percent!
"Bang!"
Zhang Tie was forced back several steps.
Gradually unable to withstand it, he had to exert all his strength to shove his hands to the right, redirecting the blade qi into the ground. As the pressure suddenly vanished, a thunderous explosion erupted beside him.
The bluestone floor shattered into fragments, with numerous cracks spreading outward. The blade qi from the Nether Slash left a gouge over ten meters long in the ground.
"Sigh!"
Sighing and shaking his head, Zhang Tie couldn't help but feel a bit dejected. If he had worked a bit harder in his daily practice and mastered a Black Grade Soul Martial Technique, he definitely could have taken this strike head-on.
Yellow Grade techniques ultimately could not compare to Black Grade.
The former only involved mobilizing Soul Qi within the body to perform various attacks, while Black Grade techniques specifically dealt with releasing Soul Qi externally for combat.
Although he had reached the Martial Master realm—allowing him to release Soul Qi even with Yellow Grade techniques—it still couldn't compare to a Black Grade technique specifically designed for external release.
Slowly approaching Qin Yi, Zhang Tie had a look of shame on his face. This man, built like an iron tower, now looked like a child who had done something wrong.
"Teacher, A-Tie has disappointed you."
"No, I am not disappointed. Teacher knows you have done your best."
Qin Yi shook his head and offered comfort.
Although Zhang Tie had not taken You Lang's strongest attack head-on, he knew in his heart that a Soul Warrior was not inferior to a Soul Master; it was just that the Soul Warrior path had not yet truly matured.
Moreover, Zhang Tie's failure to master a Black Grade Technique was a factor in this fight.
Furthermore, You Lang was clearly a key focus of the Hell Spirit Cat Clan's cultivation. Whether in terms of soul ring acquisition or training in the path of a Soul Master, he was beyond what an ordinary Soul Master could compare to.
Even though Zhang Tie had yet to master a Black Grade Soul Martial Technique, his strength was not inferior to those ordinary three-ring Battle Soul Elders.
A sudden burst of applause rang out as Dai Weisi walked over, clapping his hands.
"This battle has truly opened my eyes. The strength of a Soul Warrior is indeed enough to rival a Soul Master. In time, I believe the Soul Warrior path will surely grow to its peak and fully match the path of the Soul Master."
"In the future, when the Soul Warrior path matures and the day comes for it to make its name across the Continent, the world will undergo a heaven-turning, earth-shaking change. At that time, the Douluo Continent will be a world where everyone can cultivate."
With a solemn expression and a heavy gaze, Dai Weisi bowed and saluted.
"And my Star Luo Empire will seize this opportunity to become the cradle of future Soul Warriors. Unifying the world is by no means impossible. On behalf of Star Luo, I thank you, Sir."
Under these circumstances, a great wish was finally fulfilled, and a gratified smile finally appeared on Qin Yi's face.
At this moment, within the Star Luo Empire in the south of the Continent, the founder of the Soul Warriors had begun his cooperation with the Star Luo Imperial Family.
No one knew what kind of impact would be generated the moment the power of the Soul Warriors erupted, or how the situation on the Continent would change because of it.
Judging from the current situation, although the Heaven Dou Empire in the north had a vast territory and superior environment, its national strength was declining day by day.
It appeared powerful, but it was like a toothless tiger.
As the overlord of the Soul Master world, Spirit Hall's ambitions were gradually being revealed as they began their own plans.
Yet, the Star Luo Empire in the south was nothing like Heaven Dou; not only was its national strength rising, but it had also begun to secretly develop the power of the Soul Warrior lineage to counter the Soul Master experts of Spirit Hall.
Not just Spirit Hall—likely the entire world was being kept in the dark.
Unbeknownst to Ling Xiao, the development of the Douluo Continent he resided in had gradually veered away from the memories of his previous life. Perhaps in the future, even he would be shocked by the changes.
However, at this moment, Ling Xiao—whose strength was only at the three-ring level—clearly could not interfere in such matters.
He still needed to continue growing.
Just as Dai Weisi was truly learning about Qin Yi's Soul Warrior path, within Spirit City at the center of the Continent:
On a forest path deep within Spirit Hall Academy, a person was walking slowly.
Although it was night, it wasn't pitch black.
A crescent moon hung brightly in the sky, shedding soft moonlight upon his face.
One could see that while his features were still somewhat youthful, he was extraordinarily handsome. Dressed in white with black boots and two red bracers on his wrists, the youth's vitality was on full display.
This was Ling Xiao, returning from Mu Chen's place.
Tomorrow was the start of the new semester at Spirit Hall Academy, and since he had already learned the basics of the Tiger Demon Bone-Refining Fist and the Seven Injuries Fist from Mu Chen, it was naturally time to return to the academy dormitory.
However, just as he passed the Arena District and was about to turn toward his dormitory building, Ling Xiao paused. He turned to look at a platform not far to his side.
Standing upon that stage was a figure with arms crossed over his chest.
Aided by the moonlight, one could see his tall and upright stature, a head of short fiery-red hair, and a face characterized by a cold, resolute air. His dark red clothing was quite striking in the night.
It was Yan.
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