Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Wang Teng walked steadily into the center of the golden halo.

hum-

As if immersed in warm water, Wang Teng felt enveloped in a warm and cozy atmosphere.

Countless even more dazzling golden points of light emerged from within the halo, like fireflies on a summer night, swirling and surging towards him, disappearing into his body.

A strange warm current rose from his lower abdomen and quickly flowed through his limbs and bones, as if something dormant had been awakened and was eager to rush out of Wang Teng's body.

"Stretch out your right hand."

Su Yuntao's calm voice guided him.

Wang Teng raised his right arm as instructed, palm facing upward.

The next moment, a point of silvery light emerged from his palm, quickly condensing, elongating, and taking shape.

The martial spirit finally emerged.

It is wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, resembling a cone.

It appears to be cast from bright silver metal, with a cold metallic luster flowing across its surface.

The edges appear unusually smooth, yet they subtly convey a sense of sharpness.

At this moment, the martial spirit quietly floated above Wang Teng's palm, slowly rotating.

"This is……"

Su Yuntao moved closer and examined it carefully.

"A spinning top? But it's different from the ones I played with as a kid, it's not made of wood..."

"That's rather unusual."

"However, judging from the material, it seems to be made of metal, so it should be classified as a weapon spirit."

"Little guy, this is the first time I've seen a martial spirit like yours. You can name it yourself."

Wang Teng stared at the exquisite silver spinning top in his palm, momentarily lost in thought.

Spinning top?

It's actually a spinning top martial spirit?

It was completely different from the majestic and awe-inspiring War Tiger Martial Souls he had imagined.

However, in that moment of distraction, some distant and vague fragments of memory suddenly flooded into Wang Teng's mind.

That was the scene he saw in front of a television in another world before he traveled there.

The cool spinning tops collided fiercely on the competition board, whistling and spinning, leaving behind the afterimages of various ferocious beasts. The spinning tops' special moves could even unleash astonishing power...

"Explosive Spinning Top"

Almost without thinking, Wang Teng uttered the name from his memory.

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to hear a stirring illusory sound in his mind and see the phantom images of a fierce tiger and a divine bird roaring and flying as the top spun.

"A spinning top? That's a fitting description."

Su Yuntao nodded, seemingly having no objection to the name.

"Weapon spirit, stable in form."

"Now, let's test your innate soul power."

Su Yuntao took out a fist-sized, crystal-clear ball from somewhere and handed it to Wang Teng.

"Retract your martial spirit into your body."

"Then, place your hands on the crystal ball, concentrate, and feel the warm current that just appeared in your body."

Wang Teng calmed his mind and retrieved the explosive spinning top martial spirit back into his body.

Perhaps it was the meditation technique that Wang Teng had practiced that had taken effect; with just a thought, his martial spirit obediently retracted.

Then, Wang Teng gently placed his right hand on the surface of the crystal ball.

Upon contact, a clear suction force emanated from within the crystal ball.

He subconsciously guided the still-warm current within his body towards his right palm.

coming!

A warm current flowed down his arm and into the crystal ball.

In an instant, the inside of the originally transparent crystal ball seemed to be ignited, and a bright light burst forth from the very center!

"It has soul power!"

Su Yuntao's eyes lit up.

Wang Teng held his breath, his left hand clenching unconsciously, his nails almost digging into his palm.

He stared intently at the crystal ball, watching as the light rapidly intensified and rose, easily surpassing the lowest marking line inside the ball.

Level 1, Level 2, Level 3...

The light rose steadily and continuously, finally stopping near the fifth mark, illuminating the entire crystal ball with a bright glow.

"Innate Soul Power - Level 5!"

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Su Yuntao raised his voice and clearly announced the result.

The sound not only echoed inside the hall, but also reached the ears of the parents who were eagerly waiting outside the door.

"Wow—"

The crowd waiting outside suddenly erupted into an even louder uproar, with a buzzing murmur filling the air.

"Level 5! It's actually Level 5!"

"Incredible! Our village hasn't produced a child with such high innate soul power in hundreds of years!"

"Whose child is this? Old Wang's second son? Wang Wu's son?"

Inside the hall, Old Martin, the village chief, beamed with joy. He quickly stepped forward and gently patted Wang Teng's shoulder, who was still somewhat dazed: "Good lad, you've really got it! Quick, go out first and tell your father the good news! Let the other children awaken as soon as possible too."

Wang Teng was half-helped and half-carried out of the Spirit Hall by Old Martin.

His mind felt like it was stuffed with cotton, or like countless fireworks were exploding, buzzing, with only the words "Level 5 Innate Soul Power" echoing repeatedly.

Outside the Spirit Hall, the bright sunlight made Wang Teng unconsciously squint.

The surrounding chatter only added to the noise in Wang Teng's ears.

"It's Xiao Teng! Wang Teng! Level 5 Innate Soul Power!"

"The Wang family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke! The eldest son is already a Soul Master, and the second son is too, at level five!"

"Wang Wu is really in the limelight now!"

Wang Teng was surrounded by voices of envy, amazement, and congratulations.

He took a few deep breaths of fresh air and gradually recovered from the huge shock and disorientation.

The next moment, an uncontrollable surge of joy rushed to his head!

Wang Teng pushed through the crowd, not even having time to say a few words to the familiar uncles and aunts, and immediately took off running towards home.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the bluestone pavement rushed past beneath my feet.

boom!

Wang Teng pushed open his own courtyard gate, leaned against the door frame, and gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently.

"dad--!"

He shouted with all his might.

"What's wrong? Is your martial soul awakening complete?"

The father, Wang Wu, could be heard coming from the cowshed behind the house, accompanied by rustling sounds, as if he was adding fodder.

Wang Teng walked slowly to the middle of the courtyard, straightened up, and a huge smile spread across his face.

Then, he shouted in a louder and clearer voice than before: "Your son... I... have innate soul power... level five!"

As Wang Teng finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Followed by.

"Ha! Hahahaha!"

A burst of joyful laughter, full of surprise and pride, erupted from behind the house, instantly filling the entire courtyard.

That was Wang Wu's laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Almost simultaneously, Wang Teng himself couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The laughter of the father and son mingled together, sounding exceptionally loud and cheerful on this ordinary morning in Tiger King Village.

After laughing for a while, Wang Wu happily went from the back of the house to the yard.

The sun was shining brightly in the courtyard. The father and son stood there, and Wang Wu, his face full of anticipation, couldn't help but ask, "Your innate soul power is at level five, which is higher than your older brother's back then!"

"Tell me quickly, what is your martial soul?"

"Did you inherit my archery spirit, or your elder brother's and mother's war tiger spirit?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng hesitated slightly, then extended his right hand. With a thought, his martial spirit quietly appeared.

"Dad, it seems my martial spirit has mutated... it's called Explosive Spinning Top."

In Wang Teng's palm, a silver-white metal top was quietly suspended, its surface gleaming faintly.

"A weapon spirit? This... this mutated from my bow and arrow spirit?"

"It does look a bit like an arrow that has transformed, from a triangle into a cone."

Wang Wu moved closer and carefully examined the martial spirit in his son's hand, which resembled a child's toy. He scratched his head in confusion.