HCB Chapter 61: The Competition for the Succession Ceremony! 3 Soul Bones?
Chapter 61: The Competition for the Succession Ceremony! 3 Soul Bones?
Chapter 61: The Competition for the Succession Ceremony! Three Soul Bones?
Upon entering another room, Su Chen suddenly realized a problem.
Did I hear too many secrets tonight?
Without a doubt, Bibi Dong had told him almost everything about herself, including her plans to kill the Pope and her future plans.
This is really
Su Chen sighed, feeling a bit of a headache.
Indeed, drunk women are a real nuisance.
"I hope she won't regret it when she wakes up."
The boy shook his head and lay down on the bed.
Silent all night.
The next morning, in Su Chen's original room.
His long, slightly curled eyelashes trembled gently as His Holiness the Pope slowly opened his eyes.
Gazing at the unfamiliar ceiling, a hint of confusion flashed across Bibi Dong's wine-red eyes. Then she remembered that she seemed to be in Su Chen's room.
Thinking about her actions last night, her pretty face flushed slightly.
That's really a bit too bold. No matter what, Xiao Chen is a boy, and he'll grow up eventually.
However...
Bibi Dong seemed to have thought of something, and a pleased smile curved her lips.
"I should go to Parliament now."
She yawned, reluctantly letting go of the blanket that still smelled of youth, stretched, and displayed her perfect figure that made people's blood boil and even go crazy, feeling relaxed all over.
I haven't slept so soundly and peacefully in a long time. It seems I should come here more often in the future.
His Holiness the Pope chuckled softly, casually draped his nightgown over himself to cover his exposed skin, hummed an unknown tune, and walked out.
"boom!"
The training dummy, made of ironwood, shattered instantly under the blue light, a spiral crater the size of a soccer ball appearing in its chest and instantly piercing through, shattering several other dummies that rushed up from behind.
Click click click—!
More dummies surrounded him, but the silver-haired boy in the center of the circle calmly threw punches and kicks. Although the movements looked simple and unadorned, with each kick, a dummy was sent flying and crashed hard into the wall.
If you look closely, you'll see that most of the training dummies have broken hearts or joints, allowing them to be killed with a precise, one-shot kill.
Before long, only the boy remained standing around him.
boom!
He threw the metal blocks from his waist and legs onto the ground, and the hard black stone floor was smashed open with clear cracks.
"Oh no, I forgot to add weight today."
Su Chen slapped his head in frustration.
"It's okay, I'll find someone to fix it."
A familiar soft laugh drifted over, and the boy looked up to see Bibi Dong watching him from a short distance away.
Her Holiness the Pope glanced at the mannequin with its damaged joints, then at the metal ingots that could crush an ordinary Soul Master to death. A hint of curiosity flashed in her beautiful eyes. "Do you train like this every day?"
For battle spirit masters, the buffs brought by their martial spirits are enough to make their bodies extremely powerful. Generally, only support-type spirit masters deliberately train their bodies to increase their survivability.
However, Su Chen's training intensity would be too much for even support-type characters, let alone beast-type martial soul masters known for their physical strength.
"Yes, about three hours a day."
Su Chen nodded and put the props away.
Physical strength is related to his chakra extraction capacity and the extent to which he can use the Eight Gates, so it is something that must be trained.
If possible, he would even like to train for more than six hours a day.
But unfortunately, that's impossible.
Cultivating soul power and chakra, researching natural energy, and reviewing and developing other ninjutsu all require a significant amount of time.
Su Chen wished he could split a second in two.
"Anyway, just remember not to hurt yourself."
Bibi Dong stared at the boy, then reached out and tore off a corner from the chest of his nightgown, handing it to Su Chen in his bewildered gaze.
"Wipe your sweat, come up and we'll have dinner together later. I have something to discuss with you."
She slowly covered her exposed skin, turned and left, leaving only a slender silhouette behind.
No, what does this mean?
I have a towel, okay?
Oh well, I've gotten used to it. This woman just throws tantrums every now and then.
Su Chen shook his head helplessly, looking at the fragments in his hand that still held warmth and fragrance.
I was going to throw it away, but after thinking about it, I put it in my storage soul tool.
I have a feeling that something terrible will happen if I lose it.
"What? You want me to go to the Spirit Master Academy in Wuhun City for further studies?"
While eating his steamed bun, Su Chen stared blankly at Bibi Dong across from him.
"That's right."
His Holiness the Pope had already changed into his noble papal robes and was elegantly sipping his tea, nodding slightly.
"Only in this way can you represent the Spirit Hall in the Pope's Succession Tournament."
"No, I'm not going."
Su Chen refused without hesitation.
To be frank, no one in the entire Douluo Continent understands the spirit system better than him, let alone the Spirit Master Academy in Spirit City.
Instead of spending time playing house with a bunch of kids at the academy, you should do a couple more experiments.
Let alone that competition; sending him to such a meaningless contest is simply a waste.
"The champion team will be rewarded with three Soul Bones."
Bibi Dong reached out and took the bun the boy had bitten, opened her mouth slightly, took a small bite, and said.
"Okay, I'll go."
Su Chen was taken aback at first, then immediately sat up straight, looked at Bibi Dong seriously, and changed his words, saying, "Please be sure to let me participate, of course, there's no need for further study."
"You, you."
Bibi Dong laughed heartily, gently tapping the boy's forehead and playfully scolding, "I knew you couldn't refuse the soul bones. I'll find a way to give you more."
"Then thank you in advance, Your Holiness the Pope."
Su Chen touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly.
There's no way around it; natural energy is a huge shortfall.
"Don't be so formal, just call me sister."
She pinched the boy's cheek in an annoyed tone.
"However, you absolutely must attend this training, otherwise you won't get a soul bone. Don't worry, I've prepared a surprise for you."
Bibi Dong got up and left before finishing her sentence, leaving the boy with only a mysterious smile.
What is this woman plotting now?
Su Chen had a slightly ominous premonition.
However, he soon became immersed in this unexpected good news.
Three soul bones!!
With these three materials, you should be able to master the extraction and refining of natural energy, right?
As for Bibi Dong's request, he selectively ignored it.
There's no way I could call her "sister," but Dong'er might be okay with that.
Shaking his head to clear his mind, Su Chen took a bite of the steamed bun and pondered Bibi Dong's words.
"The competition for the Pope's coronation ceremony... Hmm, it seems this one will be quite large."
Three soul bones are already the standard for the entire continent's Soul Master Competition. The Spirit Hall has invested a lot to attract more participants.
Once this news gets out, some smaller sects and academies will probably join in the fun.
"It's quite a lot. What, you're not going to participate, are you?"
A cool voice rang out at the door. The boy looked up and saw the blonde girl walk straight in and sit in the seat that Bibi Dong had just been sitting in.
Regardless of whether Su Chen had taken a bite or not, Qian Renxue casually took the bun from his hand, took a bite, and mumbled something indistinctly.
"I advise you not to get involved in this mess. The danger this time is beyond your imagination."
"Hmm, your taste is not bad."
The girl narrowed her beautiful eyes, took his drink again and downed it in one gulp. She patted her flat stomach, seemingly still wanting more, and asked, "Is there any more?"
(End of this chapter)