Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

Chapter 33 Bottleneck

After winning the Soul Fighting Competition against Meng Yiran, Yang Ping'an carefully considered his fighting style. Summoning the Purple Gold Mastiff did allow him to achieve a two-on-one situation for a short period of time, but it also had a major drawback.

That is, the actions and thoughts of the Purple Gold Mastiff almost all need to be directed by him. Even if he doesn't direct the Purple Gold Mastiff to act independently, it is ultimately impossible for two people to fight one person. And all of the Purple Gold Mastiff's actions require the consumption of his soul power. As a result, his soul power is consumed much faster than that of other soul masters.

All martial spirit actions require the support of soul power. When the Purple Gold Mastiff was particularly weak, summoning it required almost no soul power. Now that the Purple Gold Mastiff is getting stronger, it consumes more and more soul power. This also resulted in the soul power being consumed much faster in the battle with Meng Yiran, and it was almost completely exhausted.

Thinking of this, Yang Ping'an couldn't help but shake his head. He realized that his soul power level was indeed too low. If he could reach the level of an advanced soul master, perhaps he could make up for the deficiency.

After the battle ended, Yang Ping'an thought that was the end of it, but the next day after class, he was stopped by Meng Yiran, who looked rather displeased.

Meng Yiran, accompanied by two girls, seemed a little angry: "Yang Ping'an, you're the Long Xing Tian Xia player who battled me yesterday, right? I never imagined we'd be classmates."

Yang Ping'an asked in confusion, "Student Meng, this is just a normal spirit battle competition, is there a problem?"

Meng Yiran seemed to have suffered some injustice: "Precisely because it was just an ordinary spirit battle competition, you went too far yesterday by using such heavy force?"

Yang Ping'an was speechless for a moment: "Miss Meng, I didn't even hurt a hair on your head yesterday, so why did I hit you so hard? Besides, as long as you participate in the Soul Fighting Competition, you have to be prepared to die at any time. This is a danger that Soul Masters have to face at any time."

Meng Yiran was furious: "What do you mean by that? I clearly had such a big advantage yesterday, but you only won because I was careless. Now I've become a laughing stock in Grandpa and Grandma's eyes. No way, I want to fight you again."

Yang Ping'an couldn't help but sigh: "Student Meng, if we can be assigned to compete together, I will naturally fight you in spirit battles."

After saying that, Yang Ping'an walked away without paying any more attention to the young lady. He knew that his strength and talent were both somewhat lacking, and associating with such gifted young ladies would only bring him humiliation.

In the following days, Yang Ping'an went to school during the day, trained his lower abdomen with weights to hone his body to the extreme, and took a medicinal bath after training. In the evening, he continued to participate in Soul Battles, and his life was relatively simple.

Whether it was bad luck or a deliberate arrangement by the Soul Arena, Yang Ping'an encountered Meng Yiran multiple times in the Soul Battle. However, after various fierce battles, they were basically evenly matched, with Yang Ping'an having a slight advantage, but not a significant one.

Meng Yiran is indeed a little genius. Her combat ability is improving rapidly. No wonder she is the granddaughter of the Dragon King and Snake Queen. She must be secretly training hard or having someone in her family giving her guidance.

Yang Ping'an also did another thing: he took whale glue multiple times. About once a week, Yang Ping'an would take a piece of whale glue.

The method of use is the same each time. Basically, every time Yang Ping'an feels that he has adapted to the changes and enhancements in his body through training, he starts taking whale gelatin again.

It must be said that whale gelatin is indeed a treasure. It has no side effects on the human body after consumption. The only side effect that can be called is that it has a slight aphrodisiac effect.

Each time I take whale gelatin, I feel that my physical fitness has reached another limit, and the speed at which my soul power increases will also increase slightly, but it is not like the first time I took whale gelatin, which could increase my soul power by one level.

As for money, Yang Ping'an is no longer worried about it. For almost half a year, he participated in about 150 Soul Fighting matches, winning more than he lost. He accumulated about one million gold soul coins, not including the cost of using whale glue.

After more than half a year of hard work, Yang Ping'an's soul power increased by three levels, finally reaching level twenty-nine. This rate of improvement has exceeded his previous rate of improvement. You should know that even when he first started cultivating, Yang Ping'an could only increase his soul power by a maximum of two levels per year.

The battles against Great Soul Masters no longer put any pressure on him, and the whale glue had no effect either. Yang Ping'an thought for a long time and finally decided to go out for training. Otherwise, it would be difficult to advance to the last level, and he always felt that he was stuck in an inexplicable bottleneck.

That morning, Yang Ping'an went directly to the Academic Affairs Office, hoping to ask the director for help in requesting leave, since this training trip would take a rather long time.

The head of the teaching department is Meng Yiran's father and the only son of the Dragon and Snake Goddesses. His name is Meng Chuan, and he is a Soul Saint-level powerhouse.

Yang Ping'an had met this dean of students a few times, mainly during grade-level assemblies, and occasionally during regular classes.

After Yang Ping'an knocked and entered the dean's office, Meng Chuan was engrossed in writing something rapidly, completely oblivious to the sudden interruption.

"Excuse me, what brings you to the administration office?" Meng Chuan's voice was low, and he didn't even raise his head.

Yang Ping'an quickly bowed and said, "Director Meng, I am Yang Ping'an from the Ferocious Beast Class. I would like to request a long leave. My soul power has now reached level 29, and I feel that I have hit a bottleneck. I would like to go out and train for a while."

Meng Chuan then looked up at Yang Ping'an, before continuing to write: "Yang Ping'an, as I've heard, is the most hardworking student in the Beast Class, and also the strongest in combat. The growth of a Soul Master requires a gradual approach; one must not resort to any crooked methods."

"I remember you were only level 25 when you enrolled, and now, after only half a year in the Beast Class, your soul power has already reached level 29. That's a very fast rate of improvement. Did you use any special methods to enhance yourself?"

Yang Ping'an was shocked to hear this. He hadn't expected the director of the teaching department to know about his soul power improvement. He quickly denied it, saying, "Director Meng, I've only been diligently cultivating for the past six months. Every day, besides attending classes, I'm in the Soul Arena. I haven't gone anywhere else, nor have I used any methods to forcibly increase my soul power."

Meng Chuan suddenly put down the pen he was writing with, raised his head, and his eyes seemed to be captivating. He exuded the pressure of a Soul Saint.

(End of this chapter)