area51novel Chapter 7 Numerical beauty is true beauty
Chapter 7 Numerical beauty is true beauty
"Elder Chen, what do you think spirit rings are to a martial soul?"
Chen Xin, standing on the edge of the sword, lowered his head upon hearing the sound.
After a moment's thought, he replied softly, "Supported by tools to become stronger."
Zhang Xun then asked, "So, without using spirit rings, what are your chances of winning against someone of the same level?"
"..."
Chen Xin remained silent, for he recalled his father's battle with that man, whose level was higher, which was why he had made the gentleman's agreement to not use spirit rings and to use only his sword.
Even so, he defeated his father, Chen Jianjun, who had used everything he had, with almost overwhelming force.
With his current strength, without relying on spirit rings, he can only bully Soul Douluos. At most, he can only hold his own against those of the same level, and defeat is only a matter of time.
"Elder Chen, in your opinion, which is stronger, technique or spirit rings?"
Upon hearing yet another question, Chen Xin couldn't help but clench his fist.
Swordsmanship may be powerful, but it can never compare to the simplicity and directness of soul skills.
The former requires decades of dedicated training, and each move can be considered a skill, while the latter only requires killing a soul beast to obtain a soul ring.
But everything that guy did seemed to be telling Chen Xin that none of these things mattered.
Swordsmanship? Soul skill?
Numbers are the most beautiful!
When your level is high enough, even the strongest soul skill is just so-so, and may not even be as useful as the martial soul itself.
Stunned by Zhang Xun's question once again, Chen Xin remained silent the whole way, only silently speeding up, intending to hurry back to cultivate.
Numerical values are just so beautiful and elegant!
Chen Xin covered the 1,200-mile journey in less than half an hour.
I was a bit tired, and my soul power was almost depleted, but for a Title Douluo to hunt down a hundred-year-old soul beast for a child, did I need to use my soul power?
Why not just use elegant numerical power to knock him unconscious with a slap, then throw him to him to finish the job?
Outside the Star Dou Great Forest, the two people on the flying sword landed smoothly.
Rubbing the little guy's head, Chen Xin pointed his sword at the azure sky and sea of trees in front of him.
"This is the place you've been longing for. What are your thoughts?"
Although he could fly directly in, Chen Xin felt that there should still be some sense of ceremony, after all, it was the first time this child had obtained a soul ring, and it was also the place where his parents had fallen.
In Zhang Xun's eyes, a primeval forest that seemed to separate heaven and earth was reflected, displaying two different colors above and below.
The aura of the wilderness lured the surrounding creatures that craved power, a place both dangerous and full of opportunity.
There are no fences here to prevent soul beasts from leaving. After all, the area of the entire forest is comparable to that of a country. Who has the ability to block the border of a country?
"How about we rest for a bit before going in?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Let's go, we're in a hurry to get home for dinner."
Unable to resist the powerful figure who brought him there, he had no choice but to step into the dense forest.
As soon as you enter the forest, a faint smell of decaying leaves wafts over you.
The so-called natural atmosphere is not necessarily fresh, because without deliberate cleaning, fallen leaves, corpses, and biological excrement will gradually decompose as they accumulate.
With the giant, irregularly shaped plants blocking out and stealing sunlight, it's virtually impossible for herbaceous plants to grow on the ground. Instead, there are more fungi and mosses. Only the Blue Silver Grass, known for its tenacious vitality, can break through the thick layer of decaying leaves to absorb nutrients.
It was June, and the air was slightly muggy. The stench intensified as we went deeper.
The two were no more than two meters apart, and together they began to wander along the edge of the forest, stepping on fallen leaves that had accumulated over countless years.
Although it is on the outer edge, it still has a depth of over a hundred miles.
"You are not allowed to stray more than ten feet from me. Since you know this place, you must also understand the dangers here."
"The outer perimeter of the entire forest is teeming with various hundred-year-old and thousand-year-old soul beasts. If you're unlucky, you might even encounter a ten-thousand-year-old one."
"Even a Soul Master can barely protect himself if he wants to operate here. As for hunting Soul Rings safely on the outskirts, at least a Soul King would need to lead a team to protect him."
"With me, a titled Douluo, leading the way, you can laugh now."
"Let's talk about your spirit ring requirements. Your spirit is a weapon spirit, so the requirements for spirit rings aren't very high. Judging from your appearance, you're probably a close-combat type. Do you like offense?"
Chen Xin muttered to himself as he gave instructions, but when he didn't hear a reply, he turned around and glanced at Zhang Xun, who had stopped.
But the other person was staring at a crooked tree.
"You little rascal, now that there's no teacher around, you'd better listen carefully."
Zhang Xun nodded and said, "I used to like it a lot."
"What?"
"It's been so long, I need to pee."
His eyes were fixed on the tree roots, where some water stains had faded to the point of being barely visible.
There are wild beasts that like to mark their territory—no, in this context, they should be called soul beasts.
So he unzipped his pants and poured a stream of water over them.
Time flies, and before we knew it, it was dusk.
The two found many spirit beasts in the forest, but they were either too old or too young.
The ones that are suitable are all too special, like this steel-shelled snail that's half a person's height right in front of me.
The four concentric circles of patterns allowed Chen Xin to immediately tell that the other party was a soul beast of about four hundred years old.
"What a pity, such a suitable year is rare."
Zhang Xun twirled the nine-section staff, then gently tapped the steel shell. The soft body quickly retracted into the shell and began to tremble, completely cowering.
"What a coward."
Chen Xin clicked his tongue, while Zhang Xun examined it carefully, because he felt that the shell looked more like a snail than a snail, and maybe it was edible.
Suddenly, a faint wolf howl rang out, followed by a series of long, drawn-out howls.
"Oh, it's a pack of wolves. Wolves it is then."
Looking in the direction they came from, Zhang Xun knew it was because of the disruption of the other party's territory markers.
This behavior is an absolute provocation to any wild animal, because you leave your scent, which the other animal can use to find you.
Soul beasts would naturally be enraged by this.
"Which of the same level, a bear or a tiger, isn't stronger than a wolf? After wandering around for so long, you've finally set your sights on this one?"
Chen Xin was somewhat puzzled. He had spent the entire afternoon explaining the selection and instruction of the spirit rings. Although the wolf was good, he had seen stronger ones before.
"A bamboo stick, no matter how strong the spirit rings are added, cannot change its essence. It is better to choose something more suitable; wolves are faster."
"That's true. If it were an iron rod, its strength and weight would be fine, but a bamboo stick is unnecessary."
A moment later, a wolf with silver-gray fur pounced out of the bushes.
It stopped warily, bared its wolfish jaws to reveal two rows of sharp teeth still stained with blood, and began to pace back and forth.
"Silver Moon Wolf, less than a hundred years old, is a bit too low."
Upon hearing the sound, the gray wolf cautiously made a pouncing motion, then suddenly began to howl with its head raised.
A series of responses echoed from the woods.
"There's always a suitable one among the wolves."
With that, Zhang Xun strode towards the Silver Moon Wolf.
Seeing that the child was making a move, it first glanced at the obviously stronger Chen Xin with some doubt.
When it realized that the creature had no intention of paying attention, it began to give thanks for nature's bounty.
It lunged at the human's weak point, then was struck in the face with a stick and lost consciousness. Without looking back, the attacker swept past the defenseless creature and ran towards the wolf pack.
"It's more like spear fighting than staff fighting. Are the martial arts and techniques of the Way of Peace based on spears?"
Chen Xin watched from above as the young child roamed among a pack of wolves, none of whom were more than a hundred years old, as if no one else was there.
Although ten-year-level soul beasts are very dangerous to ordinary people without soul power, as long as you master the techniques, they are only slightly more difficult to hunt than ordinary wild animals.
Soul power is the foundation of combat. Even without a soul ring, a level 10 soul beast is much stronger than an ordinary adult as long as they know how to use their soul power. If they understand combat techniques, dealing with a level 10 soul beast is very easy.
This overwhelming battle revealed a strange kind of beauty to Chen Xin.
The value! That's it!
Although from the air, Zhang Xun seemed to be dealing with the wolf pack with ease, he was already exhausted.
Zhang Xun mainly studied Taoist magic in the Way of Peace. Besides being a disciple, he was also one of the thirty-six leaders of the Yellow Turban Rebellion.
On the battlefield, the gun is the main weapon, and he is naturally proficient in it. However, the main purpose of gun skills is to deal with people, not wild animals.
As another wolf howl, carrying an inexplicable air of authority, rang out from the pack, the wolves suddenly became more aggressive and their speed noticeably increased.
Zhang Xun was subsequently put at a disadvantage.
"After those two howled, all the wolves became faster, and their strength and speed were on a completely different level from the ones before."
He leaped up from his stick, panting heavily, then rolled over to dodge another attack, narrowly retreating to let the wolf's claws that were tearing at his abdomen miss, and then swept his arm to force a wolf back.
These two wolves were not much different from the previous ones in terms of size and fur color, except that they were somewhat grayish, but they were clearly stronger than the other wolves.
He had no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation. If it weren't for his excellent agility, he would have been defeated long ago. He could only keep dodging the two.
"A hundred-year-old Silver Moon Wolf will gradually turn bright silver starting from the fur on its chin. However, wolves are cunning, and they will mostly disguise themselves and feign weakness by making their fur dirty so that enemies cannot make a judgment."
Seeing that the child was struggling, Chenxin began to explain.
"Yes, this information is very useful. So, it's your turn to step in!"
Panting heavily, Zhang Xun could only fight and retreat while calling for reinforcements.
A bamboo staff is not a spear, and even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to kill a soul beast with it. He could use lightning magic, but it would be hard to explain.
It's too early; some things shouldn't be born now.
I've shown you what you wanted to see, so now it's your turn to perform.
"it is good."
Along with the word, a sword aura also appeared.
In an instant, it cut one wolf in half at the waist, and upon seeing this, the other wolf stopped abruptly, turned around, and ran away without the slightest hesitation.
A pitiful howl came from the immobile Silvermoon Wolf, but Zhang Xun did not approach it. Instead, he took out a knife from his body and threw it, embedding it directly into the wolf's eye socket.
It's not uncommon for wild beasts to launch a counterattack when they're on the verge of death; be cautious, and you'll live longer.
As its presence faded, Zhang Xun approached to check on the situation.
A bright yellow spirit ring with intricate patterns gradually condensed above his head.
"You did a good job; you were capable but didn't kill indiscriminately."
"Old Master Chen, you also only killed this one wolf."
Although there were many wolves lying on the ground, they were all incapacitated. The internal force of each blow was meant to vibrate their brains and cause them to shake, making it virtually impossible for them to stand up in a short time.
Observing the energy constantly flying out of his body and converging towards the soul ring, Zhang Xun reached out and passed through the ring without feeling anything.
It's another part of the game rules, which should involve extracting soul and physical energy, but I don't understand how it works.
It seems we need to absorb the information before we can study it.