Chapter 9: First Soul Skill: Dragon Roar
Smoke and dust rose from the center of the valley. It was unclear what was happening, only the pulsing of lightning and roaring could be heard.
After a few minutes, the smoke and dust cleared, revealing the Thunderbolt Deinonychus in the center, locked in a dark shadow's grip. A moment later, a bright yellow spirit ring emerged from the Deinonychus's corpse.
The shadow turned to look at the two. It was a creature similar to the Thunderbolt Deinonychus, only slightly larger, with a pair of dragon wings on its back. It opened its bloody maw and roared at them.
Lightning and lightning permeated its body, crackling and threatening to pounce on them at any moment.
Liu Yanyang was stunned; this was the first time he had witnessed such a bloody scene.
Meanwhile, Yang Wudi clenched his spirit in his hand, his third spirit ring igniting. Black flames erupted from the Soul-Breaking Spear, clinging to the blade.
A hurled spear pinned the shadow to the ground. Yang Wudi then slapped Liu Yanyang on the back of the head.
Stunned, Liu Yanyang was snapped out of his trance. Seeing Yang Wudi already heading toward the center, he hurried to follow.
Approaching, he gazed at the soul beast struggling on the ground, its expression unresigned as it roared at the two men.
Both men paused in thought.
"It's about eight hundred years old, and with wings on its back, it can only mean it's a Thunderbolt Deinonychus with the bloodline of a true dragon," Yang Wudi said.
Liu Yanyang, standing by, nodded repeatedly, his blood boiling.
"Boy, if you really intend to absorb an eight-hundred-year-old, top-tier soul beast with the bloodline of a true dragon, why not trade it for another?"
"Don't let it get too weak, or else, boom, there's nothing left!"
"No, senior, this is it!" Liu Yanyang declared confidently.
He immediately summoned his spirit, the Dragon Roar Spear, the tip of which pierced through the Deinonychus's eye and sank into its brain.
The Thunderbolt Deinonychus wailed, struggled a few times, and then fell silent.
He drew out the Dragon Roar Spear, and a deep yellow spirit ring emerged from its corpse.
Without wasting any time, Liu Yanyang drew the spirit ring to himself, sat cross-legged, and began to absorb it.
As the Thunderbolt Deinonychus's spirit ring approached, he felt an unprecedentedly powerful pressure, even his bones crackling under the pressure.
The spirit ring, a bracelet-sized yet incredibly solid golden ring, landed directly on the Dragon Roar Spear spirit in his right palm.
Liu Yanyang felt as if his right hand was being invaded by magma. A surge of scorching energy surged into him, a fierce heat that instantly ignited his internal organs. His body trembled violently.
Such overwhelming power...
The surging spirit ring's power instantly washed over Liu Yanyang's body. Fortunately, the scorching energy didn't burst him apart. This was due to the great efforts of the whale glue and dragon fungus.
Suddenly, his consciousness lit up, and Liu Yanyang seemed to see himself immersed in a sea of flames, the Dragon Roar Spear standing tall within it, emitting a low hum.
Was this the state of inner vision? In the original novel, this also happened when Tang San absorbed the Mandragora Snake spirit ring. It seemed to require a certain level of mental strength to occur. It seemed that the memories of his two lives had given him mental strength far superior to that of an ordinary person, rivaling Tang San's.
The exhilarating feeling after absorbing the spirit ring was indescribable. It felt like floating on the clouds, effortless, yet also like entering a peak of bliss.
All 36,000 pores in his body opened, greedily breathing in the wonderful air. The qualitative change had already caused Liu Yanyang's body to undergo a strange transformation.
Liu Yanyang noticed he'd grown taller, his clothes seeming tighter. His skin became fairer and more radiant, and a purple electric light flickered in his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, it was already late at night. Yang Wudi was guarding him by the fire.
"Hey, kid, congratulations on surviving," Yang Wudi quipped.
Thanking him for his protection, Liu Yanyang stood up and bowed.
Yang Wudi waved his hand casually. "Are you satisfied with your soul skills?"
"Yes, very powerful. My soul skills are..." Just as Liu Yanyang was about to describe his own—
Yang Wudi interrupted, "Hasn't anyone told you not to reveal your soul skills to others, or to ask about others' skills?"
Liu Yanyang laughed. "I've entrusted my life and property to you, senior, and I still care about this."
As he finished speaking, the first soul ring at his feet lit up. The Dragon Roar Spear in his right hand gleamed silver at the tip, its shaft swirling with arcs of purple electricity. A rumbling sound emanated from the spear shaft, and he himself became lighter.
"My first soul skill is called Dragon Roar. Inheriting the thunderous power of the Thunderbolt Deinonychus, the Dragon Roar Spear is imbued with lightning. Every strike against an enemy paralyzes them, disrupting their soul energy flow, increasing attack power by 80%, and boosting movement speed by 100%."
Yang Wudi was a little surprised. Was this the benefit of absorbing soul rings above their level? This first soul skill could even be considered someone else's third soul skill.
"As expected of a top-tier dragon soul beast, a hundred years can actually increase the attack power of a weapon spirit by 80%, nearly doubling it," Yang Wudi exclaimed.
Liu Yanyang thought the same. After all, Sword Douluo Chenxin's first soul skill, Longsword Strike, only increased attack power by 30%.
His was nearly tripled. Remember, weapon spirits are different from beast spirits. When absorbing the same attacking soul beast, the attack power increase of a weapon spirit is far lower than that of a beast spirit.
Looking at the now high-spirited Liu Yanyang, Yang Wudi's eyes flickered with nostalgia. If it weren't for that accident, his grandson would have been the same!
"Boy, don't get too carried away. Come here and test your soul power."
Yang Wudi took out a crystal ball from the storage spirit guide and handed it to Liu Yanyang.
Liu Yanyang also wanted to know what level he was now. He put his hand on the crystal ball, and the crystal ball emitted a dazzling light.
"Fourteen and a half levels. The eight hundred year soul ring provides four and a half levels of soul power!" Looking at the glittering light of the crystal, Yang Wudi looked puzzled.
"The soul ring should provide three and a half levels of soul power, and the other level should be provided by the ten thousand year dragon fungus," Liu Yanyang said softly.
In fact, he knew in his heart that the extra level was brought by whale glue. The medicinal power of the ten thousand year dragon fungus had been completely absorbed when he awakened his spirit.
However, he couldn't trust Yang Wudi completely now.
Yang Wudi nodded, agreeing with this point of view. He pointed to the tent set up on the side and spoke slowly.
"Kid, go get some rest. Leave the Star Dou Great Forest as soon as the sun rises."
Liu Yanyang was not pretentious. He was just a small spirit master now. It was absolutely impossible for him to keep watch at night. Any thousand-year-old speed-type soul beast could take him to the west when he was not paying attention!
Lying in the tent, thinking that he had obtained his first soul ring and his soul power had reached level 14 and a half, it could be considered the first step.
The next focus would be on soul power training and spearmanship.
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