Douluo Dalu 2: You are an Evil Soul Master, but also a good person ?

"I'll make my move now!"

Feng Ying became serious.

In his hands, he held two short daggers, glowing faintly with a cyan hue, emanating the aura of soul power.

"First Soul Skill: Flash Strike!"

Suddenly, a pair of cyan wings sprouted from his slender back. With a quick flutter, his figure blurred and moved so fast it was almost impossible to follow with the naked eye.

He stepped forward lightly and charged directly toward Xu Cheng.

A cyan streak was left behind along the path, looking quite beautiful.

"Agility-based soul master."

Xu Cheng nodded.

He didn't expect to encounter one in the first match.

It was just the right time to test the newly acquired soul bone skill.

Neural Prediction!

In the next moment, the whole world seemed to slow down.

Feng Ying, who was originally moving at lightning speed, now seemed to be moving in slow motion, as if the movie was playing at 0.5x speed in Xu Cheng's perception.

Moreover, his sensory abilities were sharpened several times.

"Interesting…"

Xu Cheng smiled slightly.

A second-tier long-range soul cannon appeared on his shoulder.

"Only a second-tier long-range soul cannon?"

Feng Ying's face showed a hint of confusion.

What's the strength of a long-range soul master?

Firepower suppression!

Especially in arena matches, against someone like him, a sensitive attack type soul master.

What long-range soul master wouldn't carry a pile of long guns and cannons, deploying firepower like a fortress to the max?

If it weren't for firepower suppression, once a sensitive attack soul master got close, the match would be over!

Could it be that this person had no intention of winning?

But in the next instant.

"Boom!"

The arena was filled with dense mist.

A figure was suddenly forced back out of the fog, leaving deep scars on the ground and sliding for dozens of meters before coming to a slow halt in a half-crouch, looking somewhat disheveled.

Feng Ying steadied himself, his eyes fixed on the mist, now filled with shock.

He had felt it most clearly.

Almost at the moment he attacked, Xu Cheng had countered. This terrifying reflex…

A sweat soaked his back. Such an opponent... was truly too frightening!

...

"This reflex…"

Xiao Hongchen shook his head.

Even with his mastery over metals, it would be difficult to achieve what Xu Cheng had just done.

It almost felt like others were being tested, while Xu Cheng was showing off his skills.

"Damn it!" Xiao Hongchen muttered, "What happened to the bond of friendship between us? He secretly got so much stronger without telling me!"

Meng Hongchen, resting her chin on her hand, gazed with starry eyes: "So cool…"

...

On the field.

The mist dispersed.

Xu Cheng was still standing in place, his face calm, holding a long-range soul cannon.

"Continue!"

Feng Ying gritted his teeth.

His figure flashed, and he attacked again.

Xu Cheng was still handling it with ease.

The long-range soul cannon on his shoulder flickered with intense white light again.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The mist filled the air again.

After a while, Feng Ying was once again sent flying out of the fog, one of his daggers supporting the ground as he crouched, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, staring at Xu Cheng in astonishment.

He had tried multiple times to launch an attack.

But he couldn't even get close to Xu Cheng!

The long-range soul cannon, which usually seemed clumsy and weak, now in Xu Cheng's hands, seemed almost sentient. It easily saw through every attack trajectory of his and blocked him at a single line, no matter how hard he tried, unable to break through…

"Is this… the difference in strength?"

Feng Ying forced a bitter smile.

His soul power had been drained, and he was in a miserable state. Xu Cheng, on the other hand, was still unscathed, not even touching his sleeves…

The difference was as vast as a chasm.

...

Below, the audience was silent.

Everyone present was a soul master, and some of them were even geniuses.

Those who witnessed Xu Cheng's display instantly recognized his talent.

"Wow, this move is seriously amazing!"

"At this level, even a spiritual martial soul might not be able to do this, this person's power is simply terrifying!"

"No kidding, I'm definitely a fan now. High in both looks and strength, and to top it off, he's a prince! Does he need a dog, too?"

[T/N: They Are Thristy AF]

"His control over the soul cannon is far beyond others his age. Even as a level five soul master, I'm nowhere near this level. Looks like the title of soul guide's first genius will have to go to someone else now…"

"…"

...

On the high platform.

Old Cheng watched the scene with a satisfied nod.

"Congratulations, Old Sir. You've gained a prized disciple…"

Jing Hongchen looked at Xu Cheng's proud figure, his eyes nearly reddened, though he still spoke the words of congratulations.

He also understood that once the master-disciple bond was formed, no one could easily break it.

So he was just enviously bitter.

"A born soul master, this spiritual talent combined with soul guides… even a metal martial soul like Xiao's would fall slightly short."

"That soul bone, I gave it to him..."

Old Cheng casually stated, his hands behind his back.

"…"

Jing Hongchen froze for a moment, his eyes narrowing sharply.

The soul bone was auctioned for millions of gold soul coins, and even he felt pain at the price. He never expected that Old Cheng would just give it away like that…

He couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"You're quite generous, Old Sir!"

"Heh heh heh…"

Old Cheng smiled contentedly, "For my final disciple, a mere soul bone is nothing."

Jing Hongchen sighed deeply.

It was just a soul bone now, but Cheng Qingbai's name carried much more significance.

It wasn't just about gold soul coins.

There was also the reputation of the Fourth Prince and the kind of terrifying influence that came with his name, as well as the endless knowledge of soul guides.

This was just the beginning…

...

"I admit defeat!"

Feng Ying stood up shakily.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, he looked at Xu Cheng, who was still calm, and couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

"You're strong! But I will strive to surpass you! Even if it takes my whole life!"

"…"

Xu Cheng turned around, surprised for a moment.

He glanced at Feng Ying, who had a determined look on his face.

Xu Cheng smiled helplessly.

"Then good luck…"

"…"

Feng Ying watched Xu Cheng's retreating figure, lost in thought for a moment.

He had been a famous genius back home, but when he arrived in the Imperial City, he realized how small his world had been.

A phrase suddenly popped into his head.

Talent is just the threshold to seeing me…

...

"Ah Cheng! Awesome!"

Xiao Hongchen slung his arm around Xu Cheng's shoulders.

"Not bad, almost half as strong as this genius."

"Heh heh, I absorbed the soul bone my teacher gave me," Xu Cheng smiled and didn't hide it. "Coincidentally, this soul bone was the Evil Eye Tyrant's skull that we missed out on at the auction in Mingdu a few days ago. It gave me a skill called [Neural Prediction]…"

"No wonder! This talent is insane!" Xiao Hongchen couldn't help but sigh.

"Even I, this genius, have to admit…"

Xu Cheng: "…"

"Hey, look below."

Nana suddenly spoke.

"Area 11."

Xu Cheng followed Nana's direction.

His eyes narrowed instantly.

In area 11, Tang Ya was battling against a ridiculously handsome young man, whose Dark Blue Silver Grass kept getting severed effortlessly by a sharp sword.

Judging by this, the young man was quite strong.

But there was a strange flaw in his eyes…

Xu Cheng's expression changed slightly, and a name involuntarily slipped out of his mouth.

(End of Chapter)