Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The lower abdomen of the leader is where its defenses are relatively weak.

"puff--!"

The feather blade sliced ​​open the Golden Feather Eagle leader's abdomen, and golden feathers and blood splattered out at the same time.

"Wow!"

The Golden Feather Eagle leader let out a shrill scream, its claws suddenly loosening their grip. Liu Erlong seized the opportunity to escape, tumbling through the air before landing steadily on the ground.

However, the leader of the Golden Feather Eagles has not yet lost his fighting ability.

It flapped its injured wings, wobbling as it tried to take off again, its crimson eyes filled with resentment and madness.

However, Wang Teng did not give it that chance.

"Boiled Tiger Spinning Top, Special Move: Tiger Descending the Mountain!"

The blue spinning top, with its golden blade of light, shot out from the ground like a cannonball, striking the leader precisely in the chest.

"Snap—!"

That was the sound of bones breaking.

The Golden Feather Eagle leader's sternum was dented from the impact, blood oozing from its beak, its crimson eyes widening suddenly before quickly dimming.

Its body froze in mid-air for a moment, then fell from the sky like a tattered rag.

"boom--!"

The 80,000-year-old Golden Feather Eagle leader crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The Golden Feather Eagle leader's wings twitched twice, then it stopped moving.

At this moment, the aura of this 80,000-year-old soul beast rapidly weakened, and it seemed that it would die soon.

Seeing such a good opportunity, how could Flander let it slip by?

His original purpose this time was to hunt for the eighth spirit ring.

Right now, there's a ready-made eighth spirit ring right in front of you.

So, Flander rushed forward, gathering the last bit of soul power in his right palm, and slammed it hard onto the head of the Golden Feather Eagle leader.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Wind Wing Sky-Splitting Slash!"

A wind blade shot out from Flander's palm and pierced directly into the head of the Golden Feather Eagle leader.

The Golden Feather Eagle leader's body stiffened abruptly, and he breathed his last.

A dark black spirit ring slowly rose from the corpse of the Golden Feather Eagle leader.

An 80,000-year spirit ring—that's a spirit ring belonging to the Soul Douluo level. It emitted a faint, eerie light in the darkness, as thick as solidified ink.

Flander stared at the cluster of spirit rings for a moment, stunned.

"Dean Flander, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and absorb it!"

Ning Rongrong called out from behind.

Flander snapped out of his daze, and without hesitation, plopped down next to the leader's corpse, drawing the purplish-black spirit ring toward himself and closing his eyes.

At this moment, the others were not idle.

Although the leader of the Golden Feathered Eagles is dead, the Golden Feathered Eagles that have existed for thousands of years have not dispersed.

They hovered in the sky, their crimson eyes filled with both grief for their leader's death and anger towards the humans below.

A few of the bolder ones have already started to swoop down.

"Zhuqing, cooperate with me and hold them off!"

Wang Teng said.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, and with a flicker, disappeared into the shadows of the camp.

The next moment, her figure appeared in mid-air outside the camp.

This is not a jump, but true suspension in mid-air.

Fifth Soul Skill: Netherworld Shadow Link!

Zhu Zhuqing's figure flashed in and out of the air, as if an invisible line connected her to the shadow on the ground.

Each time she flashes, she can briefly stay in the air for a second, slashing out with her claws to repel a swooping golden eagle.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure moved erratically in the air, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes up, sometimes down, like a real shadowy cat, elusive and unpredictable.

"What an amazing new soul skill."

Ning Rongrong watched Zhu Zhuqing twirling and leaping through the air and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Liu Erlong stood at the edge of the camp, hands on his hips, panting heavily.

Her soul power was mostly depleted in that burst of energy just now.

But Liu Erlong's aura remained fierce, and the golden-feathered eagles quickly rose higher after being glared at by her.

As for Yu Xiaogang, he was leaning against a tree, his face pale, while Luo Sanpao lay at his feet, his yellowish body curled up in a ball.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's battle, Wang Teng quickly stepped in to help after recovering some of his soul power.

Ultimate Skill: Tiger's Roar!

"Roar--"

The sacred beast, the Roaring Tiger, roared to the sky, its sound waves surging forth.

An invisible sound wave erupted from the camp and spread overhead.

"Gah-"

The flock of golden-feathered eagles in mid-air was thrown into chaos by the sudden sound waves.

The fighting gradually subsided.

The leader of the Golden Feather Eagles is dead, and many of the Golden Feather Eagles themselves have also died.

So the remaining flock of golden-feathered eagles circled around the camp for a long time before finally dispersing.

The camp fell silent.

The campfire was burning brightly again, and Ning Rongrong added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire, the firelight making the surroundings warm and cozy.

Zhu Zhuqing emerged from the shadows, her face somewhat pale.

The new soul skill had consumed a lot of energy, but she didn't show much fatigue. She just sat quietly by the campfire, cross-legged, to rest.

Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang moved to sit down by the campfire, each leaning against a tree, and closed their eyes.

Flander is still absorbing spirit rings.

A black light enveloped his body.

Flander's brows were furrowed, veins bulged on his forehead, and his aura fluctuated, clearly indicating that he was in the final struggle against the violent energy within his spirit ring.

An 80,000-year-old spirit ring is not something that even a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse can easily absorb.

Wang Teng did not sit down.

He stood on the outskirts of the camp, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding dense forest and sky.

Although the seven spinning tops had been put away, Wang Teng's mental power remained fully activated, like an invisible net that firmly locked down every slight movement within a kilometer radius.

The night was quiet, with only the crackling of the campfire and Flander's heavy breathing.

After about three hours, the light emanating from Flander finally stabilized and slowly disappeared into his body.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

Flander's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his aura was much stronger than before.

Level 81, Contra.

"Congratulations, Dean Flander."

Ning Rongrong was the first to offer her congratulations.

Flanders stood up, stretched his limbs, and a rare smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't say much, just nodded to Ning Rongrong, then looked at Wang Teng with a complex emotion in his eyes.

Yu Xiaogang leaned against the tree, looked at Wang Teng, and remained silent for a long while before finally speaking.

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear him clearly.

"I remember you were under level 30 when you left Shrek Academy, right?"

Wang Teng turned to look at Yu Xiaogang and nodded.

"How long has it been?"

Yu Xiaogang counted on his fingers, his expression changing from感慨 (gǎnkǎi, feeling of being moved) to叹叹 (tàtàn, sighing).

"In just a few years, you've gone from less than level 30 to level 69."

"He also helped Rongrong and Zhuqing break through to the Soul King level."

"This rate of progress...I have never seen anything like it before."

Mr. Yu Xiaogang paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I misjudged him."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.

She leaned closer to Yu Xiaogang and said with a grin, "Master, you realize you misjudged him, huh?"

"Back when we were at Shrek Academy, you ranked us and put Wang Teng at the back."

"If you had known he would improve so quickly, should you have changed the ranking in the first place?"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed slightly.

Back at Shrek Academy, he ranked the students according to their martial souls and strength at the time, and Wang Teng was indeed ranked at the back.

At that time, he felt that although Wang Teng's spinning top martial spirit was unique, it might not have much potential.

Who would have thought that this unremarkable boy would grow up to be this great?

Yu Xiaogang gave an awkward laugh but didn't reply.