Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1812 Da Bao, I want to see you every day!
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Suppressing his shock, Chen Mu immediately focused his mind to carefully sense the soul power fluctuations emanating from Lin Dong.

The energy released after being suppressed for so long was exceptionally pure and powerful.

"Good lad!" Chen Mu's eyes blazed with fervor. "Thirteen years old, and in such harsh conditions, your soul power is already at level twenty-eight! Moreover, the purity and strength of this soul power... Lin Dong, in your previous place, did anyone tell you how much innate soul power you had?"

Winter shook her head, her icy blue eyes devoid of any emotion: "I don't know. I've been here since I can remember... in a small place, nobody says anything."

Chen Mu immediately started calculating in his mind. In these three years of confinement, he had gone from level seventeen or eighteen to level twenty-eight. That was pretty impressive. His aptitude was very high.

Soul shackles can be used for cultivation, but they prevent the use of soul power. They can enter but not exit, so their effectiveness is slightly reduced.

"With your current level and soul power strength," Chen Mu's eyes became extremely certain, "I dare say that your innate soul power is at least level seven, and possibly even level eight! It's just that your previous environment and subsequent experiences greatly hindered you; otherwise, your achievements would be far greater than this."

A level seven innate talent—that's considered a true prodigy across the entire continent.

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When the winter chill touched the top-tier soul-testing orb containing a nebula, the entire warehouse courtyard was put on pause.

All eyes were fixed on the shimmering light.

With the injection of a wisp of his soul power, the Soul Testing Orb suddenly burst forth with a blinding light, its brilliance far surpassing that of anyone before it!
The light surged and coalesced violently, finally settling into a brightness so clear it was breathtaking:
8.7 level

Dead silence.

Absolute silence enveloped the entire compound.

Immediately, gasps of cold air rose like a tide, coalescing into a buzzing sound.

Those faces, which had previously held numbness, fear, or curiosity, now displayed only one expression—an extreme, indescribable shock.

Their mouths were agape, their jaws almost dislocated.

"Oh my god... 8... 8.7?!"

"I am not wrong, right?!"

"This...this is impossible?! So much taller than Brother Xiangfeng and the others?!"

"A monster...it's definitely a monster!"

"He's been in shackles for so long and he can still do this?!"

Low, trembling gasps, like fragments scattered by the wind, drifted and swirled in the cacophony following the deathly silence.

In this astonished sea, a sturdy figure stirred.

Bian Zhu's dark face erupted with barely suppressed excitement. He abruptly turned to the lean, arrogant young man beside him, a smug look on his face saying, "See? I told you so!" He continued, "Big brother is big brother! Is third brother convinced now?"

Xiang Feng, whose name was called, stiffened abruptly. He stared intently at the dazzling intensity on the Soul Testing Ball, his face turning from shock to ashen, and then pale.

He pursed his lips and gritted his teeth. He had long known that Winter's strength and talent far surpassed his own. Whether it was the contest during their free "outing" or the icy aura that made him instinctively wary, it all proved to be true.

But the gap between "far superior" and "level 8.7" still weighed heavily on his mind.

Hearing Bian Zhu's obviously sarcastic question, he let out an extremely impatient and frustrated snort from deep in his throat, and abruptly turned his head away, as if looking at the number was torture.

However, their voices could not be hidden.

Standing not far from them, Zhu Wuneng, who was marveling at the result, immediately caught the information with his prominent ears. His small eyes darted around on his round, muscular face, and a gossipy grin spread across his lips.

Clearly, he had engraved this "brother" in his heart, thinking that he would definitely "investigate" it properly later.

Looks like I'll have some fun these next few days.

Chen Xiaojun's gaze calmly swept over Bian Zhu, Xiang Feng, and the focus of attention, Lin Dong, taking in the subtle interactions between the three.

He knew perfectly well that these teenagers, imprisoned by the Bone-Digging Gang for so long, could never possibly be harmonious.

The harsh environment and survival instincts inevitably led them to form various overt or covert small groups and hierarchical orders within the community.

However, these small groups are not stable, and the fate of their members can be traded at any time, just like commodities, so they are mostly in a state of turmoil.

But the three people in front of them—the lone wolf-like Frost Winter, the honest Bian Zhu, and the unruly Xiang Feng—were clearly an exception.

In fact, they had spent far more time in the Bone-Digging Gang than the others (more than a year). Although their appearances also bore the marks of imprisonment, they were far superior to their emaciated companions. Clearly, they were being cultivated by the Bone-Digging Gang's higher-ups as core "direct descendants."

Bian Zhu and Xiang Feng, with their completely opposite personalities, are bound to have friction and "competition".

Although Xiang Feng's Xuan Tie Eagle Falcon Martial Soul was fast and its attacks were sharp, it could not break through the absolute defense constructed by Bian Zhu's Xuan Jia Turtle Shield Martial Soul; and Bian Zhu also had no way to deal with Xiang Feng, who relied on his flight ability and agile evasion.

However, once the wind gets heated, the outcome will be decided, with more losses than wins.

However, when they faced the harsh winter, the outcome was never in doubt—a crushing defeat.

Winter never even used that martial spirit or any spirit skills in front of them.

With only his physique, which had been shackled by heavy soul power for many years but was still honed to an incomparably strong state, and a set of cold, precise, and honed fist and foot skills, he easily knocked the two of them to the ground one after the other.

That's not just a difference in strength, but an absolute chasm in terms of talent level.

At this moment, this gap is starkly quantified and confirmed by the number "8.7".

Bian Zhu was convinced; after all, he was a tortoise, pragmatic, but his stance was different, and he outwardly agreed but inwardly disagreed.

The winter's innate talent is so high that it is almost on par with Su Ningxia's back then.

Su Ningxia reached level 28 at the age of eleven, thanks to the full support of her family's resources and an unrestricted cultivation environment.

This advantage is enough to erase the fact that winter is two years older.

This fact is enough to demonstrate how extraordinary his innate potential and acquired resilience are.

Such talent, a peak eighth-grade martial soul, would be something any force would fight tooth and nail to acquire, a treasure for the future of their sect or family, a seed for a title.

No wonder Patton held him so tightly.

This is the real treasure.

Da Bao, I wish I could see you every day!

In the crowd, the young woman with a calm demeanor, who was trying to minimize her presence, had the heavy soul-power shackles on her wrists rubbing slightly inside her sleeves.

The glaring "8.7" made her body tremble almost imperceptibly, and her hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched instantly.

She quickly lowered her eyelids and cursed inwardly, "Damn it!"

(End of this chapter)