The Evil Soul Master is actually myself

"So this list will remain on the tombstone forever? Passed down through the ages as Shrek lives on?" The audience asked with great interest!

"Yes, the metal used to make this kind of soul tool is very strong and can last a long time. That's interesting. We can use the testing device as a record and compete with future generations of geniuses across generations," the student said with anticipation.

The audience couldn't help but imagine that magnificent scene, but unfortunately they were no longer young, and this testing device could only test those below the Soul Master level.

"However, it's said that the Mingxuan Chamber of Commerce will be renovating and upgrading it in the future. Maybe even Title Douluo will be allowed to test it in the future," someone joked.

"That's too far off. Let's see what the people from the White Tiger Clan are like. They should be at least Gold-level too." Everyone looked at Dai Huabin expectantly, ready to witness a historic moment.

Seeing that the atmosphere had heated up, Dai Huabin thought to himself, "The time is ripe." He took a step forward and activated his White Tiger Martial Soul!

Dai Huabin suddenly swelled up, growing to 1.65 meters tall. A thick, fierce, pale aura enveloped his entire body, his hair was a mix of black and white, and his hands transformed into tiger paws, their sharp claws gleaming coldly.

The boy's eyes were strangely captivating, with double pupils that shone brightly, and a domineering aura of a king slowly rose from them.

"White Tiger Protective Shield!"

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

With each step he took, his spirit rings flashed once. First, a thin layer of golden light enveloped him, then his body expanded again, his bronze muscles became full and firm, radiating a metallic luster, and black horizontal lines appeared on his skin, making him look indestructible.

Dai Huabin had no intention of holding back and unleashed his full power. Through the accumulation of amplified soul skills, his aura became extremely magnificent, like a towering mountain. Finally, his second soul ring lit up, shining with a dazzling white light.

"White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"

The tall, strong young man, standing at 1.8 meters, held a ball of dazzling white exploding fire in his hand. Although it was a ranged soul skill, he transformed it into a close-combat technique thanks to his excellent mastery of soul skills.

White Tiger Fist!

Dai Huabin threw a punch, and suddenly a tiger's roar shook the heavens, a gale swept through, and a white tiger phantom appeared and disappeared behind him.

"Holy crap, this level of mastery of soul skills is no weaker than that of a Soul King!" an onlooker exclaimed, stunned by the screen full of special effects.

A glimmer of hope rose within them; such a powerful punch would surely secure their place on the list.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Dai Huabin slammed his tiger paw hard onto the dark tombstone, unleashing a torrent of violent energy.

Almost instantly, thick blue ripples spread across the surface of the tester, layer upon layer, as magnificent and spectacular as a blooming night-blooming cereus.

But Dai Huabin was not moved at all. He stared in disbelief at the black tombstone, which remained as still as a towering mountain.

The clown is actually myself?!

He seemed to hear the heartfelt laughter of countless people around him, as if he had woken up to find himself at odds with the world.

Fortunately, just as Dai Huabin was about to bury himself in the ground in embarrassment, a warm, silvery glow slowly rippled out from the center.

The group looked at each other, bewildered, as a light silver tiger paw print appeared on the tombstone and Dai Huabin's name barely squeezed into the white line.

"There's definitely something fishy about this testing device. How could such a talented genius like Young Master Dai only barely reach the Silver rank?" someone suggested, trying to deflect blame.

Dai Huabin's face turned ashen. He turned and left. To lose face in public and then say something to shift the blame would make him look like a clown.

Su Ming watched this scene with great interest from a distance, but when he glanced at the large screen in mid-air, he looked embarrassed.

In a moment of impulse, he actually found this picture and posted it, allowing countless people to witness his childish side. It was a complete social disaster. Reason told the boy that he absolutely could not let anyone know that "Ming" was him.

"This Dai Huabin is something else, he made it onto the Silver List." Su Ming thought to himself. The data on this testing device was compiled from the information he had collected on countless martial souls over the years. His data was the template limit. If someone were to produce data that surpassed his in the future, the testing device would only display lines of gibberish.

"It shouldn't be that bad." Su Ming thought to himself that the Gold Ranking he set up was very strict, and Tang Wulin only barely made it to the Gold level by using the Sea God's Mark.

"Please invite team number 77 [Nine Nether Qiongqi] to venue number 7 for a Soul Battle."

Suddenly, Su Ming heard his team being called over the loudspeaker, so the young man shook his head and left the area to participate in the competition at Arena No. 7.

Standing on the high platform, Xuanzi took in the scene below, staring at the black-haired youth, and muttered to himself, "Is this Elder Mu's disciple? I'd like to see if you're qualified to inherit Elder Mu's mantle."

Chapter 83 Strange Martial Soul

Su Ming led his group of "tools" onto the polished arena. Feeling the intense and dazzling lighting effects, a fighting spirit slowly rose in his heart, but it was extinguished the moment he saw his opponent.

The entire group consisted of second-ring Soul Masters, which was considered average, but far inferior to him. No matter how elaborate the stage setup, it couldn't compare to the opponent's lackluster performance.

The two teams saluted each other to show goodwill, then all the assistants left the stage, leaving only Su Ming and one of the opposing team members.

Chapter 84 Successive Victories

The opponents below looked at each other, unsure of who to send out. Even their second core had been easily defeated. As for the results? Forget about soul skills, they had even been forced to use their martial souls.

This situation is utterly hopeless; even the captain would probably be instantly killed.

The referee on the stage didn't urge them on; he silently watched the bound girl being kicked off the stage, a rare opportunity, so he kept quiet and observed.

The opposing team hesitated and sent out another player.

"Zhan Jihong, Martial Soul Armor-Piercing Flail!" A petite girl said weakly. After the Martial Soul was possessed, it showed a kind of cute contrast. The heavy flail, a violent and bloody weapon of war, was held in the girl's hand. She was not even half the height of the Martial Soul. The two styles of delicacy and madness were strangely intertwined.

Su Ming became slightly interested. Let alone women, almost no one in the world could handle a flail properly. As a heavy weapon that requires a lot of strength, it also has a very strange way of attacking, which is no less than that of a long whip.

Moreover, the difficulty increases exponentially with the number of hammerheads on the flail. Frankly, it's not something a reckless person can wield blindly; someone without common sense could easily injure themselves, and someone with a brain wouldn't use such a dangerous weapon.

"Armor-Piercing Power!" "Storm Hammer Combo!"

With two spirit rings shining brightly, Zhan Jihong's petite body was surprisingly agile, and she charged towards Su Ming with a light yet powerful gait.

Su Ming stood still, coldly watching his opponent unleash his abilities. This could be described as arrogance, but it was also a kind of invincible confidence.

Waaah!

Zhan Jihong swung the heavy flail with alternating hands, stirring up a powerful storm. Some gravel on the ground was kicked up, and dust and sand flew everywhere.

In fact, the flail is very similar to a nunchaku, with a hammer head and a handle. With a delicate shout, the girl spun the raging flail into a large windmill and chopped it down at Su Mingzhong.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

Su Ming's dark eyes blazed like torches, his ink-black hair whipped wildly in the wind. A deep, black hole-like pattern spread out beneath his feet, from which a slender, languid, beautiful black cat leaped, its graceful form blending into Su Ming's body as if into shadow. [Disguise]

It looked like a phantom attached to the shadow of the black-haired boy.

Boom!

Su Ming's blood surged, and he punched the flail that was slamming down hard. The clanging sound of metal striking metal rang out, and one end of the flail hammer was raised high, actually swinging counterclockwise towards Zhan Jihong's head.

uh-huh!

The girl felt an immense divine power emanating from the hammer's tip, accompanied by a powerful shockwave that directly injured her internal organs, causing her to let out a low groan.

But facing the heavy hammer flying towards his head, Zhan Jihong seemed unfazed. With a flash of his second soul ring, the violently slamming hammer strangely avoided its master, spinning like a giant windmill, and smashed upwards towards Su Ming's chin.

Su Ming swung his palm down, easily blocking the flail that carried immense force.

clang!

The boy's hands were as white as jade, gleaming with a crystalline and warm luster, and the armor-piercing power of the black flail hammer could not penetrate his skin at all.

Zhan Jihong had been expecting the flail to bounce back after the violent collision, but a second later she was stunned to see that the hammerhead of the flail was stuck firmly in Su Ming's palm.

"I've already seen through your attack pattern. Will you go down yourself or should I help you?" The black-haired youth smiled brightly, standing with his hands behind his back, his palm pressing down on the heavy flail, unparalleled in his skill.

Zhan Jihong opened her mouth slightly, but finally had no choice but to admit defeat.

In fact, her routine is very simple. Her first soul skill is to stack armor penetration, and her second soul skill is to assist in mastering the flail. The Storm Hammer and the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique are very similar. They are about using the opponent's force to their advantage, constantly accumulating immense power, and at the same time carrying the power of the storm, which allows for more smooth control of the flail's direction.

But all of this was defeated by the opponent's incomprehensible moves.

Su Ming strolled leisurely. He now called himself the "Kaleidoscope of Offense" and that was no joke. Just those two moves he made would make Tang San question his existence.

Isn't this the "Mysterious Jade Hand" and the "Crane Control and Dragon Capture Hand"?

Actually, they only look similar in appearance, but are different in essence. Su Ming's Xuan Yu Hand is a simulation of the indestructible Vajra of the Ripple Qi and Blood Power and the Dark Demon Cage Hand.

The same principle applies to the Crane Control and Dragon Capture Hand technique, which is simulated by combining the strong suction of the soul skill recorded in the Dark Demon Palm Bone with the electromagnetic force in the [Thunder Inscription] mode.

Given Su Ming's current skill level, he can imitate most martial arts techniques to some extent; the only difference is the strength of the imitation.

The next few people didn't offer any surprises either; their martial souls were quite ordinary, and their soul skills were the same.

But Su Ming still let them use all their abilities before eliminating them with one punch, after all, it's good to give others a little gaming experience.

Little did they know that doing so would be even more devastating, causing them to become completely withdrawn. One punch and they're done for. What else is there to say?

Su Ming finally became interested when the last person, their captain, went on stage.

"A glove-shaped martial soul? Wolverine's Claw? Such a rare martial soul," Su Ming said in surprise.

The newcomer was a quiet young man with dark red hair and bangs that covered his forehead, giving him a somewhat unconventional look. He had already completed the Martial Soul Possession when he stepped onto the arena.

They were a pair of black and red gloves, delicate as silk, that fit snugly against the palms. On the back, two flame marks shone brightly, one being the golden fire of the sun and the other the purple fire of the moon, the two swirling together like yin and yang fish.

Looking up, sharp steel claws extended from between the five fingers of the glove, over a foot long, gleaming with a cold light.

"Zhu Yuchen, Martial Soul: Sun and Moon Divine Claw Gear, Level 25 Great Soul Master." He clasped his hands and said, then his first Soul Skill lit up. Zhu Yuchen launched an attack without hesitation, knowing that his opponent would give him a chance.

raging!

The red-haired boy's palms suddenly erupted with intense purple flames, the raging fire distorting the air and causing Zhu Yuchen's red hair to fly wildly, giving him an eerie aura.

It actually looks pretty convincing; at least the special effects are top-notch. Being cool is a lifelong thing.

He suddenly threw an uppercut, and purple lotus flowers bloomed on the ground, rapidly spreading towards Su Ming's feet.

Rumble!

The ground bulged with trenches, and fierce fire surged toward Su Ming from all directions.

The black-haired boy took a light step forward, and the world fell silent!

A vast expanse of hazy shadow spread outwards in layers, rippling in circles. Before the raging purple flames could explode, the shadows extinguished the crisscrossing fire lines in an instant, disappearing into the cracks in the ground.

Su Ming said coldly, "If it's just these petty tricks, you've lost your last chance."

With his soul skill annihilated, Zhu Yuchen staggered back a few steps due to the backlash, his expression shaken. What his opponent had just taken was like an earthquake, a roar of dragons and elephants, with a massive body spanning the Milky Way suppressing the endless hell.

He took a deep breath, and the two yellow spirit rings surrounding his body suddenly lit up.

Golden and purple flames intertwined, his movements as fiery as fire, his claws crossed, and a dazzling purple-gold radiance shone in mid-air. The phantom of the purple-gold divine claw appeared and tore towards Su Ming.

Su Ming's eyes were deep, and he suddenly snapped his fingers with his right hand!

Crackling sounds!

The black-haired boy's hair suddenly stood on end, and a large amount of electricity burst from his body, instantly intertwining with the surroundings to form a field of lightning.