Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Most of the shops on the street were still closed, with only a few breakfast stalls already having smoke rising from their chimneys.

The air around the street was filled with the aroma of noodles, mixed with the unique coolness of the early morning.

The two stopped in front of a steamed bun shop, bought several hot, large meat buns, and ate them as they walked.

"That guy said yesterday that mercenaries accept missions in the square south of town."

Wang Sheng's mouth was stuffed with steamed buns, so his speech was somewhat muffled.

"Shall we go straight there?"

"Ah."

Wang Teng swallowed the bun in a few bites, wiped his mouth, and said, "Let's go check out the situation."

The so-called square is actually just a leveled open space on the south side of the town, not far from the edge of the woods.

When the two arrived, a number of people had already gathered in the open space.

At a glance, there were about thirty or forty of them, divided into seven or eight groups, each huddled together talking.

Most of these people were wearing various kinds of leather armor and carrying weapons, and they looked like Soul Masters who were away from home for many years.

The appearance of Wang Teng and Wang Sheng in the crowd did not attract much attention.

The two teenagers, though wearing leather armor, were hardly noticeable in this place.

"What do we do now?"

Wang Sheng leaned close to his younger brother's ear and asked in a low voice.

What else can we do?

Wang Teng took a deep breath and then said, "Of course, just ask directly."

Wang Teng strode toward the group of people who were closest to him.

It was a four-person team, three men and one woman, pointing and gesturing around a map.

Wang Teng walked closer, cleared his throat, and asked, "Excuse me, gentlemen?"

"Is your mercenary group still recruiting?"

The group of people stopped their discussion and looked up at him.

The one who answered was a woman in red, who looked to be around thirty years old, with a capable air about her.

She glanced at Wang Teng, then at Wang Sheng behind him, and suddenly laughed, saying, "Little brothers, are you going to become mercenaries? What's your strength?"

"I have level 17 soul power, and my older brother has level 13."

Wang Teng truthfully replied, "We are all Soul Masters with practical experience in the Great Soul Arena."

The woman's smile faded slightly. She didn't answer immediately, but instead frowned and pondered.

A bald, burly man leaned over and whispered something in her ear.

After listening, the woman shook her head, turned to Wang Teng, and refused, saying, "To be honest, just looking at your soul power level, it's not impossible for me to take you in."

"But you are all too young."

"Being a mercenary is no joke. If we go into the forest and encounter real danger, we might not be able to take care of the children."

"We don't need any care!"

Wang Sheng couldn't help but step forward and say, "We can fight!"

The woman still shook her head, but her tone softened somewhat.

It's not that I don't believe you can fight.

"It's about experience and character; you can't just have soul power."

"You should reconsider."

Wang Teng tugged at Wang Sheng, who was still trying to argue, nodded to the woman, and said, "Understood, thank you."

The two turned and left.

The following morning, Wang Teng and his group asked almost every mercenary group they could see in the square.

The results were all pretty much the same.

Upon hearing their soul power level, most people would hesitate.

However, upon seeing their ages, the other party generally shook their heads.

The reasons are similar: young, inexperienced, unstable, and prone to accidents.

By the time they finished asking the sixth group, the sun was already high in the sky.

Wang Teng felt his mouth was dry; the two steamed buns he ate that morning had long been digested.

The two walked to a tree at the edge of the square and sat down against the trunk.

Chapter 88 Gale Mercenary Group

"Give."

Wang Sheng took the water bottle from his waist and handed it over.

Wang Teng took it, gulped down half the pot, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"How could no one want them? I see that many of the mercenaries here only have soul power of around level ten or so."

"It's because you're all too young."

A familiar voice came from the side.

Wang Teng turned his head and saw that it was the woman in red he had asked about that morning.

She walked over at some point, carrying a water bag in her hand.

"Our strength is no less than theirs."

Wang Sheng lowered his head and said in a muffled voice.

“Ability is one thing, age is another.”

The woman unscrewed the water pouch, took a sip of water, and sat down next to the two men.

"You've never spent an extended period in the wild, have you? You don't know what it's like in the forest."

"Inexperienced newcomers are most likely to cause trouble."

"and……"

The woman paused for a moment, then continued to explain, "Children are easily impulsive, disobedient, and have high aspirations."

"Most mercenary groups would rather have a reliable, level 15 ordinary person in their twenties than a level 17 genius who might cause trouble."

"Besides, you can't even be considered geniuses."

These words were so direct that Wang Teng felt a lump in his throat.

He originally thought that with his and his elder brother's combat experience, finding a mercenary group shouldn't be difficult.

Looking back now, I realize I was oversimplifying things.

"Then... what do we do?"

Wang Teng's voice lowered.

"If you ask me, you should all go home."

The woman put away her water pouch, stood up, and advised, "Or you could try the Grand Arena in a big city."

"It's a place where you can practice combat without any danger to your life, which is suitable for Soul Masters your age."

After the woman finished speaking, she waved to the two men and turned to walk back to her own group.

The group over there had already packed their things; it seemed they had accepted their mission and were ready to depart.

As Wang Teng watched her figure disappear into the crowd, his competitive spirit resurfaced.

Wang Teng stood up, brushed the dirt off his pants, and said, "Brother, let's go."

"where to?"

Wang Sheng then stood up.

"Go buy something."

The two returned to the main street of the town and found a general store.

Wang Teng bought two wooden boards that were half a person's height and borrowed a charcoal pencil.

He squatted down in front of the wooden board, thought for a moment, and began to write.

The wooden board on the left reads:

Name: Wang Teng

Age: 10 years old

Soul Power: Level 17

Martial Soul: Explosive Spinning Top (Mutated)

Type: Ranged Attack Soul Master

Capable of: interference, mid-to-long-range attacks

Requirements: Honest team, reasonable compensation

The wooden board on the right reads:

Name: Wang Sheng

Age: 14 years old

Soul Power: Level 13

Martial Soul: War Tiger

Type: Melee Power Attack Type Soul Master