Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

The white light inside the sphere flashed briefly.

Qian Xunji withdrew his hand and carefully observed the changes in the light sphere.

He discovered that after injecting one-tenth of his soul power, the illuminated area inside the sphere only accounted for one percent of its total volume.

Qian Xunji immediately understood.

One-tenth of a peerless Douluo's soul power can only fill one percent of the progress. This means that if you want to completely fill it in one go, it is impossible to do so even if you instantly drain all the soul power in his body.

This is not a test of explosive power based on the total amount of soul power.

Combining the conditions of "unstoppable" and "unlimited speed," this is a tug-of-war that tests how Soul Masters can maintain their own recovery while continuously expending resources.

"It requires inputting while restoring," Qian Xunji muttered to himself.

"That is, to control the output speed of soul power at a critical point that is exactly the same as the recovery speed of one's own soul power, and keep going like that."

Having figured out the rules, Qian Xunji was no longer in a hurry.

With his current level 99 foundation and precise control over his soul power at the microscopic level, this test poses no danger or difficulty for him; it's simply a matter of grinding away the time.

Qian Xunji sat down cross-legged again, placing one hand on the transparent sphere of light. He controlled his meridians, channeling an extremely subtle yet continuous wisp of soul power into it. Then, he closed his eyes, calmed his mind once more, and began the long and tedious second divine trial.

.......

Soto.

The students of Shrek Academy returned to their dormitories late at night.

The entire dormitory was filled with a strong smell of blood and a depressing atmosphere.

Flander, carrying the heavily injured Yu Xiaogang, traveled to almost every famous high-level healing-type soul master in Soto City.

But the final result left people utterly hopeless.

Hopeless.

Zhao Youji's claw strike was incredibly vicious. The giant silver iron bear's claws were extremely sharp, severing the animal at the root, and the tissue at the cut was severely damaged by the soul power.

Worse still, Yu Xiaogang was writhing in agony on the arena, unable to bear the pain. This violent struggle tore the wound open completely, and the infection from the dirt and dust meant that even though Flander had used his soul power to wrap the severed ends, the best time to reconnect them had already passed.

The healing-type Soul Master tried his best, but could only seal the ruptured blood vessels and barely save his life. As for that part of his body, it would never grow back.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was lying on his bed in the dormitory.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

The excruciating pain had been suppressed by medication, but what followed was a deep-seated sense of shame.

He was a man, and a man who would do anything to prove himself, a man who cared a great deal about his image.

Now, he has become a eunuch.

He could even imagine how the entire city of Soto would talk about him, the team leader who had been slapped and castrated by his opponent, as soon as it was dawn tomorrow.

This mental torment made him feel worse than death, even more so than the physical pain.

The next room.

Xiao Wu lay on the bed. The doctor had reset the bones in both arms, immobilizing them with thick splints and wrapping them with white bandages. Due to the intense pain and weakness, she had fallen into a deep sleep, but her brows were still tightly furrowed.

Tang San sat on a chair by the bed.

His mental sea was impacted; although he still experienced occasional sharp pains in his head, it no longer affected his basic actions.

Looking at Xiao Wu's swollen arms and pale face, Tang San felt an overwhelming pang of heartache. Xiao Wu was someone he had sworn to protect with his life, but today, her arms had been broken right before his eyes.

Tang San clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, drawing blood.

A violent killing intent surged wildly within him.

"【Thousand-Handed Angel's Sister】..." Tang San gritted his teeth, silently reciting Xiao Qing's code name in his heart. He secretly vowed that no matter what the cost, he would make that ruthless woman die without a burial place.

However, after the extreme anger comes a deep sense of powerlessness.

Tang San looked at his hands and hated his own powerlessness.

He has always considered himself to be an absolute standout among his peers.

But today's battle shattered his pride.

His soul power is progressing too slowly. Even if he cultivates diligently every day, and even with the Mysterious Heaven Technique, his current soul power level is only about the same as Xiao Wu's, having just recently broken through to level 30.

The one on the other side, who not only also uses Tang Sect hidden weapons but also steals his catchphrase, is the "Thousand-Handed Angel," who is already a Soul Master of over level 40.

Faced with the suppression of soul power and that strange liquid metal armor, his Blue Silver Grass's proud control became useless, and ordinary hidden weapons couldn't even break through the opponent's defense.

If his attack power can't be increased, how will he protect Xiao Wu? How will he take revenge?

Just as Tang San was feeling extremely frustrated, a scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

That was his left hand.

Hidden there is his second martial soul—an extraordinary little hammer.

If he could now add a spirit ring to this hammer, or even just use its weight to fight, his attack power would definitely experience a qualitative leap.

While Blue Silver Grass can't break through the defenses of that metal armor, this hammer might be able to.

However, this extremely tempting idea only flashed through his mind for a moment before he forcibly suppressed it.

He shook his head vigorously.

No, absolutely not.

He clearly remembered that when he left Holy Soul Village, his father, Tang Hao, warned him in a stern tone that he must never easily show that hammer in front of others.

Later, he became a disciple of Yu Xiaogang. After learning that he possessed twin martial souls, the master also gave him many instructions. He was absolutely forbidden from adding any spirit rings to his second martial soul without their permission, and he had to be extremely restrained in his daily cultivation.

His father and teacher were the two people he respected and trusted most in the world.

Tang San was a person who respected his teachers immensely, and he would never disobey their teachings and painstaking efforts.

Tang San let out a long sigh.

He completely banished the thought of the Clear Sky Hammer from his mind, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night outside.

Since he couldn't use his second spirit, and the Blue Silver Grass's damage output against strong defenses was limited, he could only try to improve his absolute combat power from other angles.