Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

"I'm about to condense my soul core."

Wang Teng said, "It has both ice and fire attributes."

"Therefore, I need your cooperation with the Flame Bird."

A hint of surprise flashed in Ah Yin's eyes, but she didn't ask any further questions, and simply nodded gently.

The Flamebird stood up from the ice, spread its wings, and the flames around it suddenly shot up higher, letting out a clear cry, as if to say: Ready.

Wang Teng's consciousness withdrew from the Sea of ​​Spirit and returned to his Dantian.

He took a deep breath and placed his palms up on his knees.

The soul power within his body began to circulate slowly, converging from his limbs and bones towards his dantian.

This time, Wang Teng did not rush things like he did last time. Instead, he first divided his soul power into two streams, one going through the left meridian and the other through the right meridian, forming two independent vortexes in his dantian.

Left-handed rotation is yin, right-handed rotation is yang.

The power of fire was activated first.

Within the sea of ​​spirit, the Flaming Bird raised its head and cried out, its wings flapping violently, and a burst of blazing golden-red flames surged from its body, traveling along Wang Teng's spiritual connection all the way to its dantian.

That was an extreme fire, with an astonishingly high temperature, but it was enveloped by Wang Teng's soul power and did not go out of control.

The soul power in the dantian began to transform into the ultimate fire attribute.

Wang Teng could feel the burning sensation spreading from his lower abdomen to his entire body, as if his meridians were being soaked in warm water—both comfortable and dangerous.

"Fire attribute, done."

Wang Teng was overjoyed, but he didn't get carried away, because the real challenge was yet to come.

Ice attribute.

He tried to convert his soul power into ice attribute.

Because Wang Teng had previously consumed the Ten Thousand Year Mystic Ice Marrow, he also possessed latent ice power within his body.

So this one is relatively simple.

Soon, Wang Teng's soul power turned cold, and the temperature in his dantian began to drop. But it wasn't the ultimate ice; it was just ordinary ice-attribute soul power, carrying a hint of coolness, but far from reaching the intensity of the ultimate ice.

Wang Teng frowned.

If you don't have Ultimate Ice, then use regular ice attributes as a temporary solution.

He knew it was dangerous, but how would he know it wouldn't work if he didn't try?

Therefore, Wang Teng forcibly guided the ordinary ice-attribute soul power to his dantian, where it merged with the extreme fire soul power surging from the other side.

The moment the two types of soul power came into contact, the soul power within Wang Teng's entire dantian exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited.

There is no balance, no coexistence, only pure, naked rejection.

Ice and fire collided in the dantian, like two caged beasts tearing at each other frantically.

Wang Teng's face turned deathly pale in that instant.

He gritted his teeth and desperately tried to suppress the two rampaging soul forces with his mental energy, but he couldn't suppress them at all.

The quality of the ultimate fire was too high; ordinary ice-attribute fire was no match for it and was burned and forced to retreat.

Although the ice attribute is weak, it is extremely resilient. It melts and then reforms, repeatedly entangled and relentlessly attacking.

The temperature in his dantian began to fluctuate drastically, sometimes as hot as a furnace, sometimes as cold as an ice cellar.

Two extreme temperatures alternated within Wang Teng's body. His meridians felt like rubber tubes being repeatedly stretched and compressed, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge out in pain.

The power of ice and fire intertwined spread from the dantian to the limbs.

His left side began to feel hot, and dark red lines appeared on his skin, like lava flowing beneath his skin.

A layer of white frost had formed on the right side of his body, and the cold air spread outward through his clothes, even making the grass beneath him creak.

One red and one blue, one hot and one cold, eroded and tugged at each other at the junction of Wang Teng's body.

The red and blue interwoven patterns spread outwards from his dantian, like a net being woven, enveloping his entire body.

The clothes were stretched taut and made a creaking sound.

Zhu Zhuqing was the first to notice the anomaly.

She suddenly stood up, ran two steps toward Wang Teng, and then abruptly stopped.

Zhu Zhuqing knew she couldn't touch it; when her soul power went berserk, external intervention might make the situation worse.

"Wang Teng!"

Ning Rongrong also stood up, her voice trembling.

Wang Teng's body began to tremble violently.

The red and blue patterns grew brighter and denser, like countless venomous snakes slithering across his body.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto his clothes. The blood was quickly evaporated by the body heat, leaving a dark red stain.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted from Wang Teng's mouth, splattering onto the grass in front of him and turning the green blades of grass into a shocking red.

Wang Teng's body suddenly leaned forward, his hands braced on the ground, panting heavily.

The conflict between ice and fire in his dantian had reached a critical point; if this continued, his dantian might really explode.

Just then, a hand was placed on his back.

Dugu Bo had somehow appeared behind Wang Teng.

Emerald green soul power surged from his palm, like a cool spring, flowing into Wang Teng's dantian along his meridians.

That soul power was neither too strong nor too weak, neither too fast nor too slow, like a pair of gentle hands, slowly separating the two raging ice and fire soul powers.

There was neither fusion nor suppression, but simply separation, allowing them to return to their own meridians and no longer conflict with each other.

Wang Teng's trembling gradually stopped, and the red and blue patterns began to fade.

He was panting heavily, his whole body soaked in sweat and blood, looking as disheveled as if he had just crawled down from a battlefield.

Ning Rongrong rushed over, squatted down in front of Wang Teng, and frantically pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Her eyes were red, and her lips trembled as she couldn't speak.

Zhu Zhuqing stood behind, her hand on Wang Teng's shoulder, her knuckles white, her expression as if she was desperately trying to hold back something.

Dugu Bo withdrew his hand and remained silent for a while before slowly speaking, saying, "You are indeed correct that your body contains the origins of extreme fire and extreme ice."

"However, you can actively generate extreme fire with the help of the Flamebird, but you cannot generate extreme ice on your own."

"Without the balance of extreme ice, your fire attribute soul power will get out of control."

"If I hadn't intervened in time, your dantian would be injured now."

Wang Teng lowered his head, looking at his blood-stained palms, and remained silent.

Dugu Bo stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked into the gray sky in the distance, as if he was recalling something.

After a moment, Dugu Bo turned to Wang Teng and said, "Ice and fire are mutually exclusive, but they can also complement each other."

"You're just missing a trigger."

"A catalyst that can transform soul power into the ultimate ice attribute."

"I think you need an extreme environment with ice and snow, and you need the extreme cold from the outside world to stimulate the dormant power within you."

Wang Teng raised his head and looked into Dugu Bo's eyes. There was no dejection or regret in his eyes, only a focused look of re-examining and rethinking after being interrupted.

Dugu Bo looked into his eyes and sighed inwardly.

This kid, putting everything else aside, has a really tough heart.

If it were anyone else, after spitting blood and nearly having their dantian shattered, they would have been terrified and wouldn't have had the mind to think about the next step.

"Think about it carefully."

After saying this, Dugu Bo turned around, walked to the side, sat down again against the tree trunk, and closed his eyes.

Ning Rongrong held Wang Teng's arm and carefully wiped the blood off his face.

Zhu Zhuqing squatted on the other side and handed him her water bag.

Wang Teng took the water pouch, rinsed his mouth to dilute the bloody taste, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The extreme environment of ice and snow...

Isn't that referring to the far north?

Or perhaps the Yin-Yang Well of Sunset Forest?

Wang Teng's mind raced as he went through some of the unique places on Douluo Continent in his mind.

Chapter 455 The Far North Road, Snow and Wind Hinder the Journey

As dusk settled, Wang Teng finally opened his eyes.

He didn't rush to stand up, but first flexed his fingers.

My fingertips are still a little stiff. Although the injury from the day has healed, there is still a slight soreness in the meridians of my body, like I have just finished a long run and my muscles are still protesting.

Wang Teng looked down at his palm. Dried bloodstains, dark red, remained in the lines of his palm, as if they had been carved in.

The soul bone skill of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, "Spring Breeze Blows Again," is indeed very useful.

The warm and gentle wood-attribute energy surged from the soul bone in his right leg, brushing over his entire body like a warm spring breeze, repairing the meridians and flesh torn apart by the conflict between ice and fire inch by inch.

He was coughing up blood a few hours ago, but now, apart from still being a little weak, his injuries have basically healed.

The vitality of the 100,000-year-old soul bone helped Wang Teng a lot in this unexpected disaster. Without this soul bone, he would have been bedridden for at least three to five days.

Dugu Bo leaned against a tree trunk in the distance, his eyes half-closed, his peripheral vision constantly fixed on Wang Teng.

Seeing Wang Teng wiggle his fingers, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, it was hard to tell whether he was smiling or sighing.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had been staying by Wang Teng's side. When they saw him wake up, both of them showed a relieved expression.

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, her eyes reddening again, but this time she held back her tears.

"are you hungry?"