RNP Chapter 51: Competition, Gathering, and Control?
Chapter 51: Competition, Gathering, and Control?
But that was only in theory. Kong Tianxu knew that the bloodline of divine beasts was not as unattainable as it sounded.
Even if Xiao Hongchen were to achieve the ninth ring one day, if he were given a piece of Life Gold, or even an Ice Extreme Divine Crystal, he would probably be left staring blankly. This is a fundamental difference in their levels.
Thinking about all this, Kong Tianxu remained calm and, like Xiao Hongchen, took out two pieces of metal. One of them was titanium, a rare metal produced only by the Sun Moon Empire, known for its hardness. The other piece, however, was just ordinary iron essence, not even a rare metal.
Unlike Xiao Hongchen, who used the two mixed rare metals to create the core magic array while he was at his peak energy, Kong Tianxu started by creating the outer shell.
His hands flew across the screen with incredible speed as he skillfully pulled the stamping device on the soul tool making table and began to create different shapes.
Meanwhile, a series of soft "clicking" sounds rang out as he slowly rubbed his left hand together, fine, silvery-white powder sliding from between his fingers. The rhomboid dragon scales that quietly appeared in his palm gleamed with an almost imperceptible jade-like luster as they rubbed against the metal.
Because of Kong Deming, Old Ma had already paid close attention to Kong Tianxu, and now he focused his attention even more on him. Seeing his method of production, he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face.
What is this kid doing? Why doesn't he take advantage of his peak energy to inscribe the most challenging core magic array first, instead of starting by making the outer shell? Is the outer shell of the soul tool he's making more important than the core magic array?
However, despite his many doubts, he clearly wouldn't interfere with Kong Tianxu's actions. Every truly outstanding Soul Master has their own unique crafting style, let alone Kong Lao's only grandson; there must be a deeper meaning behind it.
Kong Tianxu moved incredibly fast. In just a few minutes, molds were being made one after another, and his soul tool manufacturing table was already filled with more than a dozen finished metal shells.
At that moment, he finally opened his tightly clenched left hand. A silver-white sphere, about the size of a peach pit, appeared on the table.
He actually managed to knead a piece of titanium into such a perfectly round sphere with just one hand!
Ma Jinlong's eyes widened, and his heart was once again filled with shock.
Just as Ma Jinlong's emotions were fluctuating with Kong Tianxu's abnormal physical strength, Cain also arrived at the Temple of Worship Research Institute through the special channel left by Kong Deming.
Facing the curious or inquisitive gazes of several elderly men, she brushed aside her sweat-dampened hair and jogged over to the smiling Kong Deming.
"What's wrong, Yin'er?"
Kong Deming quite liked this girl who had some connection with his deceased wife's family. Judging from her appearance, it didn't seem like there was anything wrong with her, so he asked her with great interest.
Cain bowed and said, "Grandpa Kong, Xiao Hongchen has approached Tianxu to spar with him on the art of Soul Mastery. Tianxu has agreed, and they are currently at Mingde Hall."
The grandson of Confucius and the genius youth of the Hongchen family have met? The six white-haired elders exchanged glances, their curiosity evident in each of their eyes.
"Oh—" Kong Deming nodded, it seemed Xu'er understood his intention. He suddenly turned his head, looked at the six level-nine soul masters who were craning their necks to eavesdrop, and said:
"Since the research has just come to an end, shall we go together?"
"Let's go!"
"Old Shen, check the surveillance footage from Mingde Hall. I don't know where it is."
"Call a few more people, call a few more people. It's not easy to have such a lively atmosphere. Zheng Zhan went to class today, so hurry up and tell him. He and Xiao Jingzi are the worst enemies. He should have brought his remote communication soul tool with him. Also, call Xiao Liao, Wang Yiheng, and your old flame Luanfeng. It just so happens that the Guardians of the Nation are in Mingdu these days."
Old Su, who seemed to thrive on chaos, chuckled and rattled off the names of renowned level-nine soul masters one by one, as if reciting a menu.
Cain looked at the scene before her thoughtfully, and was about to speak when Kong Deming voiced her thoughts:
"Go and call your teacher over too."
"Hmm!" Cain nodded excitedly. She had a vague feeling that Tianxu seemed to be about to do something big this time.
……
"The teacher just left like that?" Xu Tianzhen's rosy lips were slightly open, still unable to react to the sudden turn of events.
Just now, an old man in a blue robe walked into the classroom and introduced himself as Zheng Zhan. Then, as if he had received some very urgent news, he announced that the class would be turned into a self-study session and left in a hurry, leaving Xu Tianzhen bewildered in the wind.
"Class monitor, class monitor," a girl called out to her, finally bringing her back to her senses.
"What's wrong?"
"Look at those people, it seems like they're heading towards our class."
"Hmm?" Xu Tianzhen looked in the direction she was pointing and saw three boys and one girl walking quickly towards the classroom. In just a few breaths, they arrived at the classroom door.
The burly young man at the front scanned the group of first-year students, finding no soul power fluctuations as expected, and coldly spoke:
"Who is your class monitor? We need to talk to him."
"That's me. You're upperclassmen, right? What do you want?"
Xu Tianzhen stood up with a solemn expression and walked to the group, asking in the same cold tone.
Soul Master? Su Muzhe's thick, short eyebrows involuntarily rose as he turned to Xu Yunhuang and asked:
"What's going on? Is it her?"
"Where is that silver-haired guy from your class? I've already inquired, he's your class monitor, tell me now!" Xu Yunhuang shouted sternly.
"He went out on business. I'm the class monitor now. Who are you people and what do you want?" Xu Tianzhen retorted without backing down.
"Vice squad leader, this matter started because of me, so let me handle it." Ye Nongfeng stood up, his face pale, but his tone was firm.
"Didn't he say that Mingdetang would come to the first grade to conduct the assessment?" Xu Yunhuang asked in a cold tone.
Xu Tianzhen noticed the bandages on his face and immediately guessed what was going on. She quickly gestured to Ye Nongfeng, but he ignored her and said:
"What, is there a problem? You, a student of Mingde Hall, got beaten to a pulp by the class monitor, and you still have the nerve to come back?"
"Oh no!" Xu Tianzhen thought to herself, realizing something was wrong. She knew Ye Nongfeng wanted to take the blame upon herself, but Kong Tianxu had clearly entrusted the class to her when he left, and she absolutely could not back down now.
"Kid, I'd like to see how you test me!"
Su Muzhe's face was ashen as he suppressed his soul power to the level of a Great Soul Master and struck out with a palm.
Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan both frowned, but ultimately did not stop him. Xu Yunhuang, on the other hand, looked smug. If the silver-haired kid didn't come out soon, wouldn't he be able to easily crush the rest of the group of first-year students? However, no one could see his expression.
"Your opponent is me!" Xu Tianzhen shouted, and the orange sun in her hand suddenly lit up.
On the rooftop of the distant teaching building, the figure of an old woman moved slightly.