RNP Chapter 12 The second soul skill, Amaterasu!
Chapter 12 The second soul skill, Amaterasu!
"That's right." Wang Changbi's voice was full of pride. "Our Body Sect doesn't care about those superficial things. The sect's headquarters must be hidden and safe. These courtyards look ordinary, but each one has secret passages and traps underneath. If someone really breaks in, we guarantee they won't come back alive."
He carried Dai Tu and walked up the bluestone steps.
On the way, they encountered several disciples who were also returning late, both men and women, and all quite young. When they saw Wang Changbi, they all greeted him with smiles, and when they saw Dai Tu, they only glanced at him curiously without asking any questions.
The atmosphere was relaxed and natural, like truly returning to "home".
Finally, the two stopped in front of the largest courtyard halfway up the mountain.
The courtyard gate was open, and the lights inside were on. Before even entering, a loud voice could be heard coming from within:
"Long arms? Who did you bring back so late?"
Wang Changbi quickly pulled Dai Tu inside.
In the courtyard, a man was sitting on a stone bench drinking.
He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, but he was probably older than that.
He had long, dark green hair that draped casually over his shoulders. He had a rugged face, a high nose, and short stubble on his chin. He wore an open short shirt that revealed his muscular chest, and he was holding a gourd of wine in his hand, tilting his head back to pour wine into his mouth.
What was most striking about him were his eyes—a pair of emerald green eyes that gleamed with a beastly light under the lamplight, sharp, domineering, and full of oppressive power.
Just one glance from him made Dai Tu feel as if his soul had been pierced by something.
"Sect Master." Wang Changbi bowed respectfully, then pointed to Dai Tu.
"I found this in the deathmatch arena today. It's a true-body martial soul—an eye. Ten consecutive wins, all against opponents of higher levels. It's incredibly strong."
Poison Undying put down his wine gourd, squinted, and looked Dai Tu up and down.
"Hey kid, what's your name?"
"Dai Tu" (戴土).
"Dai Tu... alright, Dai Tu, I'll tell you." Du Busi stood up. He was very tall, standing up half a head taller than Wang Changbi, like an iron tower.
"I don't care what your identity was before you came to the Body Sect, what you did, or what enemies you had. Now that Long Arm brought you back, and now that you have the Body Martial Soul, from today onwards, you are a member of the Body Sect."
He walked up to Dai Tu, looked down at the boy who only reached his chest, and spoke in a loud, resounding voice:
"The Body Sect doesn't have many rules. There's only one: once you enter this sect, you're family. Family members should support and protect each other. Anyone who dares to harm a member of the Body Sect, I'll wipe out their entire family."
Dai Tu raised his head and looked into Du Busi's bright green eyes.
Those eyes held domineering, arrogant, and undeniably powerful strength.
But there was also a kind of... a simple and direct sincerity that he hadn't seen in a long time.
No beating around the bush, no pretense, no empty formalities. Straightforward, to the point, if I say I'll protect you, I really will; if I say we're family, I truly will.
This atmosphere stirred a slight ripple in his already cold heart.
"I understand." Dai Tu nodded, his voice still calm, but the distance in his tone seemed to have faded a little.
Du Bu Si patted Dai Tu's shoulder with satisfaction, the force so strong that Dai Tu's body swayed.
"Alright! Now that we're family, let's talk about your martial spirit. Your eyes, right?"
Excitement gleamed in Du Bu Si's eyes. "The more important a part of your body is to your martial soul, the greater its potential. The eyes... those are the most important organs after the brain. Kid, you've struck gold."
He paused, then asked, "What level are you now? What are your soul skills? Show them to me."
Dai Tu thought for a moment and said, "Level 25. The soul skill... is a bit strong, I'm afraid it might hurt you."
Poison Undying was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
The laughter made the leaves on the leaves in the yard rustle.
"Hurt me? Kid, do you know who I am? The Sect Master of the Body Sect, Poison Immortal! A level 98 Super Douluo, just one step away from becoming a Limit Douluo! Your soul power isn't even enough to tickle me!"
After he finished laughing, he waved his hand, giving off a "come on, come on" look.
"Come on, use your strongest soul skill to hit here." Poison Undying pointed to his chest, his face full of confidence. "Let me see what's so special about your eye martial soul."
Dai Tu glanced at him, then at Wang Changbi.
Wang Changbi also nodded with a smile, clearly not believing that Dai Tu could harm the sect leader.
Dai Tu said no more.
He took three steps back to create some distance, and then raised his head.
A scarlet light shone in his eyes.
The dart pattern of the Mangekyou Sharingan quietly appeared and slowly rotated. An eerie, cold, and destructive power began to permeate the courtyard.
The smile on Du Busi's face faltered slightly.
He felt the air around him begin to feel "heavy." It wasn't the pressure of soul power, but some deeper, rule-based change.
It was as if this small space was being stripped of reality by some force...
"First Soul Skill!"
Dai Tu spoke softly, raising his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, aiming at Du Bu Si's chest.
"God's Might - Distortion".
The words fell.
The poison couldn't kill him; the space in his chest began to distort.
It's not an illusion; it's a real, physical distortion. It's like an invisible hand grabbing that small patch of space and then twisting it hard.
The air groaned under its own weight, and the light refracted strangely in that area.
Then, that "hand" began to twist his body.
Poisonless frowned.
He could feel an incredibly powerful force acting on his chest.
That force tried to crush his skin, muscles, and bones, trying to "erase" that piece of his flesh from this world.
He is poison-resistant and is a level 98 Super Douluo.
He snorted coldly, and the immense soul power within his body erupted with a roar.
A deep green light surged from his body, transforming into a solid layer of soul power armor that firmly resisted the twisting force.
The two forces collided violently in their chests, making a hissing sound, like a red-hot iron block being plunged into cold water.
A few seconds later, the distorting force dissipated.
Poisonless looked down at his chest.
The clothes at the chest were wrung out and wrinkled, but the skin was intact. Only the outermost layer of soul power armor had a few fine cracks, but they quickly repaired themselves.
He raised his head and looked at Dai Tu. The contempt and mockery in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a solemnity and a hint of barely concealed...excitement.
"Spatial soul skill..." Poison Undying murmured, as if talking to himself, or perhaps confirming something.
"At level 25, you can use a spatial soul skill of this caliber, and that feeling just now... it wasn't a simple spatial tear, it was something more fundamental... 'erasure'?"
He stared at Dai Tu's scarlet eyes, at the eerie dart pattern, the light in his emerald green pupils growing brighter and brighter.
"Boy," Poison Undying's voice was filled with barely suppressed elation, "just who are those eyes of yours?"
Dai Tu lowered his hand, and the kaleidoscope in his eyes slowly disappeared.
He calmly looked at Du Bu Si and uttered only four words:
"Kaleidoscope Sharingan".