ebookslot Chapter 11 Master, your theories don't work on me!
Chapter 11 Master, your theories don't work on me!
The wolf spirit behind him had already dissipated the moment he was sent flying! He collapsed to the ground, unconscious!
He looked far more disheveled than Shi Tie had a few days earlier!
The entire venue fell into dead silence!
The silence was even more deathly than when Ling Chen severed the opponent's martial soul with his sword!
If Ling Chen's sword strike still contained a hint of "unusual" or "tricky" elements, then Shi Tie's punch was the purest form of overwhelming power! A crushing defeat of strength without any exaggeration!
A person with only level one soul power and a martial soul that is recognized as a useless martial soul was still able to withstand the opponent's full-force attack head-on without being injured! Without releasing his martial soul, he simply punched a level 15 soul master and sent him flying!
This can no longer be described as defying common sense; it's practically rubbing the common sense that the entire Soul Master world has built up over tens of thousands of years into the dirt!
"My God... I didn't see that wrong, did I? Boss Xiao... was actually sent flying by that Shi Tie's punch?!"
"He hasn't even released his martial spirit yet, and it's already over?!"
"What... what kind of power is this?"
"Monsters... Shi Tie and that Ling Chen from before, they're both monsters!"
"..."
After a brief silence, a volcanic eruption of noise erupted!
All the trainees stood up immediately, craning their necks, their faces filled with disbelief!
Their simplistic understanding and concepts have been overturned twice today by two "useless" people! Are they the ones who are useless, or are we the ones who are useless?
On the high platform in the distance, the representatives of those smaller forces could no longer sit still. They all stood up and stared intently at the figure in the center of the arena, their eyes filled with surprise and joy!
Who would have thought that such an ordinary Notting Academy could produce two unpolished gems like Shi Tie and Ling Chen!
The dean's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, eventually turning into a long sigh, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
After today, Notting Academy will probably be in an uproar because of these two!
On the other side of the viewing platform, the master's face had completely lost its color, turning deathly pale.
He stood there stiffly, his body beginning to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and his eyes, usually filled with calmness and authority, began to show confusion, wavering, and even a hint of...fear.
He had just barely managed to maintain his theory and dignity by using terms like "special case" and "taking shortcuts," but he was completely shattered by Shi Tie's simple yet earth-shattering punch!
Does higher soul power equate to greater strength? Does the quality of a martial soul directly determine a soul master's potential?
These core theories of martial soul competition that he had studied and regarded as the gold standard throughout his life seemed so laughable in the face of Ling Chen and Shi Tie's sword and fist, which had no soul rings and no soul power fluctuations!
"No...this is impossible...this is absolutely impossible..." he muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly. "Without sufficient soul power to support it, without the enhancement of a martial soul, how could a person's physical strength reach this level? Doesn't this violate...violate the most basic law of conservation of energy in the world! Only soul power is the foundation of all power! He must have taken some kind of forbidden drug to be able to unleash power far beyond that of ordinary people in a short period of time. Yes! That must be it!"
His voice grew louder and louder, it was unclear whether he was trying to convince himself or emphasizing his point of view to everyone around him.
However, anyone could hear the lack of confidence in his voice.
Upon hearing his teacher's words, Tang San's brows furrowed even more. He looked up at Grandmaster, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
In the previous match, he had pushed his Purple Demon Eye to its limit. He could clearly see that when Shi Tie threw a punch, there was a thick and heavy "aura" circulating within his body.
He was certain that it was not soul power, but it was more condensed and more... pure than soul power of the same level!
That is clearly a cultivation system completely different from martial spirits!
"Teacher!" Tang San finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, his tone calm but with a hint of inquiry, "Is there really no other cultivation method in this world that doesn't rely on a martial soul and absorbing soul rings?"
"Shut up!" Yu Xiaogang roared, interrupting Tang San. His face turned ashen, and he spoke rapidly:
"Little San! Don't be fooled by their appearance! The Soul Master system is a truth verified by countless predecessors! Unorthodox methods are ultimately unorthodox methods, and they will inevitably harbor great hidden dangers! Their practice of temporarily increasing power through external means will surely backfire in the future! They are destroying their own foundation!"
His voice carried an almost obsessive sharpness, as if only by negating the other person could he stabilize his crumbling belief.
……
On the arena, Shi Tie slowly withdrew his fist, stood still, and regulated his breathing. Then he exhaled a long breath of turbid air, which faintly carried a yellowish-brown light.
He didn't even glance at Xiao Chenyu, who was slumped on the ground like a dead dog. He simply turned around, bowed slightly to the host, and announced the end of the competition!
The host teacher was already somewhat numb. He opened his mouth and announced in an almost sleepwalking voice, "The winner... the winner is Shi Tie from Class 2, Grade 6."
There were no cheers or murmurs, only countless eyes focused on the boy who had once been trampled underfoot by everyone. There was shock, fear, and curiosity, but more than anything, there was a sense of bewilderment after his worldview had collapsed.
Shi Tie stepped off the stage with steady steps and went straight to Lin Mu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, and stood respectfully beside him.
It was only then that Lin Mu seemed to be awakened by the surrounding noise and slowly opened his eyes.
He first glanced at Yu Xiaogang, who was pale and stiff on the high platform, then looked at Shi Tie beside him, whose aura was restrained but whose gaze was firm. The lazy smile on his lips became even deeper.
Master? What master? Your worthless theories are completely useless in my cultivation system!
Lin Mu said nothing, but simply patted Shi Tie's shoulder gently, as usual. But this simple gesture carried immense weight in everyone's eyes at that moment.
A pat on the shoulder is an acknowledgment, an affirmation. It's like a silent declaration to everyone—this is how a disciple of Lin Mu should be!
A gatekeeper, a broken stone, and a rusty broken sword!
These three "useless" guys, who are usually the subject of jokes and gossip, have now become the three brightest stars in this square!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the aloof and solitary figure—Ling Chen—unconsciously tightened his grip on the broken sword.
His eyes, hidden beneath his disheveled hair, were fixed intently on Shi Tie on the arena, before slowly shifting to the languid young man beside him.
The stagnant pool in his heart was no longer just rippled, but had been stirred into a raging storm.
That pure power...
That kind of power that doesn't rely on martial spirits or spirit rings, but originates entirely from the person themselves...
On the broken sword, the deep sword mark, in the shadows unseen by anyone, once again flashed a faint yet incomparably sharp white-gold luster.
[Ding! Strong fluctuations of 'Geng Metal' sword intent detected! The compatibility between the target 'Ling Chen' and the Geng Metal star position continues to rise... Current compatibility: 100%! It is strongly recommended that the host make contact and guide it!]
In Lin Mu's mind, the system's notification sounded again, this time clearer and more urgent than ever before.
The curve of his lips became more and more pronounced.
The second disciple is finally... about to take the bait.