Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

"Wake up." He gently nudged her shoulder.

Bibi Dong slowly woke up, groggily raised her head, rubbed her eyes, and then suddenly became fully awake.

Oh no, I fell asleep!

She quickly looked at Su Mo, shrinking her neck guiltily: "How long...did I sleep?"

"It's been almost an hour."

Bibi Dong: "..."

Just then, Su Mo picked up a few sheets of paper from beside him and placed them in front of her.

"These are some key points, please take notes."

Su Mo was extremely worried about preventing Bibi Dong from being fooled in the future.

He extracted the key knowledge points and organized them into concise and essential points.

Bibi Dong paused for a moment, then took the papers.

The handwriting is neat and the organization is clear.

Holding those few sheets of paper, a strange feeling suddenly welled up inside her.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

A little embarrassed, her face flushed slightly, she said, "Thank you, Su Mo. I will definitely study hard from now on!"

Then she lowered her head and began to look at it carefully.

……

in the afternoon.

After physical training, it's time for actual sparring.

A spacious, empty area, cleared out and quiet.

Su Mo and Bibi Dong's training areas are far apart, so they do not interfere with each other.

Su Mo's opponent was a man in his thirties, tall and with a calm gaze.

Su Mo stepped forward, raised his right hand, and the Asura Demon Sword appeared in his palm. Two soul rings, one yellow and one purple, slowly rose from beneath his feet.

"Su Mo, a level 25 offensive-type combat Soul Master, with the Martial Soul Asura Demon Sword."

Although the man already knew Su Mo's information beforehand, a hint of surprise still flashed in his eyes when he saw the purple soul ring with his own eyes.

He quickly composed himself and released his martial spirit, a long sword appearing in his hand.

The blade is long and narrow, with a thick back and a sharp, cold gleam.

Four optimally configured spirit rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

"Zhou Lie, a level 42 offensive Soul Master, with the Martial Soul Wind-Slaying Blade."

"Let's begin." Su Mo gripped the hilt of his sword, a glint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

Having been in this world for so long, he has never actually fought anyone.

"excuse me!"

As soon as Zhou Lie finished speaking, the first spirit ring under his feet suddenly lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Swift Wind Step."

His figure instantly transformed into a blur, his speed skyrocketing as he swept towards Su Mo like a whirlwind.

It doesn't rush straight ahead, but rather sways left and right, its trajectory unpredictable.

Su Mo's pupils contracted slightly.

So fast, and their movements are unpredictable, making them hard to anticipate.

Without hesitation, Su Mo's first spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Asura Blood Fiend!"

A faint layer of crimson light instantly enveloped Su Mo's body and the Asura Demon Sword.

The attack power of the Asura Demon Sword instantly doubled along with its own speed.

Just then, Zhou Lie arrived close and slashed down with his sword.

Su Mo quickly turned his feet and dodged to the side.

Zhou Lie's Wind-Slaying Blade grazed past his clothes, creating a sharp gust of wind.

When his strike missed, a hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Lie's eyes, but he didn't pause at all. He changed his footwork, twisted his body and spun around, sweeping his Wind-Slaying Blade back horizontally.

Su Mo quickly held the Asura Demon Sword in front of him.

The moment the swords clashed, he felt a tremendous force on his hand, his feet sank, and he slid backward several steps.

Zhou Lie's pupils contracted slightly. He had used half of his strength in this strike, and with the impact of the Swift Wind Step, an ordinary Great Soul Master would not have been able to withstand it. He did not expect that Su Mo would be able to block it.

Without further thought, he stomped his foot hard and leaped backward, creating distance between himself and Su Mo.

"Try taking my second soul skill." Zhou Lie's second soul ring lit up. "Second Soul Skill, Wind Blade Combo!"

Zhou Lie gripped the sword with both hands and swung it in mid-air.

Three cyan blade beams shot out from the Wind-Slaying Blade, flying towards Su Mo in a triangular formation, as fast as lightning, blocking his space to dodge left and right.

Su Mo's eyes narrowed. He didn't have Tang San's Ghost Shadow Steps or his teleportation soul skill. Zhou Lie's move was extremely fast and had a wide range. With his current strength, he couldn't dodge it and could only take it head-on.

Chapter 13 Su Mo at His Limits: Post-Battle Review

"Second Soul Skill, Asura Blood Armor!"

A red light flashed around Su Mo, and a thin layer of blood-red energy armor instantly covered his body.

He felt a warm current surging through his body, coursing wildly through his limbs and bones.

He could clearly feel that his defense and strength had increased significantly at this moment.

However, at that moment, the cyan blade light was already in front of him.

Su Mo had no way out, nor did he intend to.

He gripped the Asura Demon Sword tightly and faced the azure blade light head-on.

boom--!

The two forces collided with a deafening roar, and a violent shockwave exploded outwards from the point of impact in all directions.

Su Mo felt a tremendous force travel through his entire body along the Asura Demon Sword, causing him to uncontrollably stagger back five steps before he could finally regain his footing.

The stalemate lasted only a moment. Under the sharpness of the Asura Demon Sword, the cyan blade light trembled violently, eventually turning into specks of cyan light and completely dissipating.

Su Mo was breathing heavily, feeling his blood surging violently within him, and his right arm, which was gripping the sword, was already somewhat numb.

If it weren't for the power and defense provided by the Asura Blood Armor, he would have undoubtedly been injured by this attack.

However, Zhou Lie gave him no chance to catch his breath.

"First Soul Skill, Swift Wind Step!"

A blur of motion remained where Zhou Lie had been standing, and in the blink of an eye, the Wind-Slaying Blade appeared within three feet of Su Mo!

Too fast! Su Mo didn't even have time to adjust his breathing, and could only rely on instinct to hastily raise his sword to block.

clang--!

Swords clashed, producing a metallic clang.

Clang, clang, clang...

Zhou Lie gave Su Mo no chance to breathe, slashing one after another without end. His swordsmanship was superb, and each slash was powerful and heavy.

Su Mo could only barely hold on by relying on the amplification of his two soul skills and the basic swordsmanship he had just learned that morning.

In an instant, two figures, one large and one small, flashed across the field, their swords flashing and clashing, the sounds of their blades clashing filling the air.

But soon, Su Mo discovered that Zhou Lie's knife, though seemingly fierce, always managed to retract some of its force at the most crucial moment.

They could have cornered him with a single strike, but instead left an opening for him to catch his breath. They could have ended the battle, but instead dragged it into a stalemate.

Clearly, Zhou Lie was giving him practice moves, allowing him to quickly accumulate experience in battle.

As a result, Su Mo's heart gradually calmed down, and he began to feel the rhythmic changes in Zhou Lie's sword techniques.

Gradually, he went from being purely on the defensive to occasionally being able to retaliate with a sword.

……

After dozens of rounds.

“Not bad.” A hint of approval flashed in Zhou Lie’s eyes. “But let’s stop here for today.”

He could tell that Su Mo's soul power was almost exhausted.

He slashed the Asura Demon Sword with all his might, knocking Su Mo back three steps, while his third spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Third Soul Skill, Heavy Blade Enhancement!"

In an instant, the weight of the blade and his own strength increased by fifty percent!

With a single slash!

Su Mo felt an irresistible force coming from the sword, as if he had been hit head-on by a small mountain. He instantly lost his balance and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground three zhang away.

Su Mo got up from the ground, planted his sword on the ground, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and his chest was heaving violently.

The light of the Asura Blood Armor on his body dimmed, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

Although Su Mo's martial spirit is powerful, he is only six years old. His strength is not comparable to Zhou Lie, who is in his prime, and his combat experience is vastly different. His combat experience is almost zero.

Zhou Lie's sudden increase in force caught him off guard, which is why he was sent flying with a single blow.

Just like a child, even if he has a powerful weapon, he is still immature and cannot fight against an adult who has been through many battles.

However, Zhou Lie, who was opposite him, was also breathing rapidly, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead. His soul power had also been depleted by more than half.