Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 3 Knock-off Cosplay
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"Take the medicine out of your bag and bandage me up."

The middle-aged man, sword in hand, coldly gave the order.

“I don’t know how to bandage.” Xuanming opened the package.

"Do as I say." The middle-aged man placed the emerald green longsword on Xuanming's shoulder.

Xuanming glanced at the longsword on his shoulder and nodded.

Under the middle-aged man's direction, Xuanming took out the hemostatic and bandaging materials from the package and began clumsily bandaging.

"lighter!"

"Sprinkle it on! Sprinkle plenty! This will stop the bleeding!"

"Well!!!"

"..."

After a tense and exciting bandaging session, Xuanming was almost exhausted, mainly due to the psychological pressure.

After all, with that eerie green poisoned sword pressed against his neck, he was genuinely afraid that this guy might accidentally slash him.

However, after being tormented by Xuanming, the middle-aged man managed to stop the bleeding and barely survive, but he was also almost completely exhausted, and even his martial spirit dissipated in his hand.

"Go make me something to eat," the middle-aged man said weakly, his eyes closed.

"Oh," Xuanming replied.

Just as he was about to get up, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, and the green longsword reappeared in his hand.

"Go and put on the shackles."

Who says everyone in Douluo Continent is an idiot?
Xuanming mentally scoffed, then obediently walked over and put on the shackles, returning to his immobile state.

"Bring me the key." The middle-aged man looked coldly at Xuan Ming.

Xuanming, still bound by his shackles, obediently complied.

"Don't even think about running away," the middle-aged man said coldly.

"I won't give you another chance this time."

Xuanming nodded, still clutching his shackles, and began to cook under the middle-aged man's watchful gaze.

After a long while, the porridge was ready.

Xuanming filled a bowl, then moved with difficulty and walked over.

Before the middle-aged man could say anything, Xuanming very consciously scooped up a spoonful and brought it to him.

Seeing that Xuanming was being cooperative, the middle-aged man did not place the green longsword against Xuanming's neck as before, but still held it in his hand.

"You killed him?" Xuanming asked abruptly.

“He started it,” the middle-aged man said.

"Why?" Xuanming asked knowingly.

"Aren't you in the same group?"

"People die for wealth, birds die for food." The middle-aged man said, his mouth full of porridge, with his eyes closed.

"He's too greedy."

"Yeah……"

Xuanming's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly splashed the remaining half bowl of porridge in his hand onto the middle-aged man's eyes.

"what!!!"

The porridge was still very hot, causing the middle-aged man to scream in agony and instinctively reach for his longsword.

But as Xuanming was pouring the porridge, he controlled the black dragon behind him to bite the hand holding the sword, while the other black dragon bit the middle-aged man's badly injured left leg.

A flash of light appeared, and a spear shimmering with crimson light appeared in Xuanming's right hand.

This was his second martial soul, the same martial soul possessed by his father, whom he had never met, though it seemed to have mutated as well. Xuan Ming gripped the spear tightly with both hands, using all his strength to thrust it towards the middle-aged man's heart!

Oops!
The sound of bones breaking rang out, and Xuanming's bad luck struck again as his spear pierced the middle-aged man's sternum!

At the critical moment of life and death, the middle-aged man struggled frantically, and two soul rings, one white and one yellow, appeared faintly.

Xuanming felt a chill run down his spine. If the opponent were to unleash their soul skill, he would be doomed!

The next instant, the yellow soul ring flashed, as if announcing to Xuanming that death was coming.

In an instant, the fear of being so close to death turned into rage. Xuanming roared, his ferocious fangs grew rapidly from his mouth, black scales appeared on his arms, and a cold white light surged from his body.

The middle-aged man's movements inexplicably slowed down. Xuanming gripped the spear in his hand, raised it with all his might, and thrust it down with all his might!

The sound of bones shattering rang out. This time, the spear, empowered by immense force, did not pause at all, directly shattering the sternum, piercing the heart, and penetrating the middle-aged man's body.

Boom! ! !
Thunder roared, dark clouds surged, and soon a torrential downpour began, pounding heavily on Xuanming's body.

A glint of clarity flashed in Xuanming's eyes, and he finally came to his senses. The middle-aged man whose body he had pierced was already lifeless, and his body was stiff.

The rain poured down harder, washing away the bloodstains.

……

After the rain stopped and the sky cleared, Xuanming had already fled the scene of the crime.

Unlike before, his body is now full of power, and there is a power that he has never had before, which should be the so-called soul power.

He didn't know why his soul power only started flowing under those circumstances, but he remembered that some special martial souls in this world required a special awakening ceremony to fully awaken.

It seems that the hasty awakening ceremony before failed to fully awaken his martial soul, which is why his soul power could not flow.

However, the thrill of life and death caused his soul power to break free of its restraints... just kidding!
The near-death power surge, a privilege usually reserved for protagonists, will not happen to him.

At that time, his change was due to his second martial soul.

The spear pierced the middle-aged man's body, touching his blood and soul power, triggering the spear's martial soul's innate abilities.

Devouring allows you to plunder the opponent's blood essence, which is their life force, as well as their soul power, and then return some of it to them.

Although his first attack failed, it unexpectedly triggered the spear spirit's innate ability. The stolen spirit power entered his body and ran rampant, stimulating and triggering his own spirit power, thus fully activating his black dragon spirit.

“Domain…” Xuanming stared at the hemisphere in his palm filled with white light.

This thing is the innate domain of his Black Dragon Martial Soul. Its effect is simple: it can suppress everything within the domain's range, including but not limited to sound, smell, strength, light, etc. Only he remains unaffected.

"It's like a cheap cosplay," Xuanming thought to himself.

The martial soul awakened, giving rise to two silly dragons and a spear, and now the white light domain has also appeared.

His current appearance is basically identical to the strongest character in a certain anime from my previous life.

However, he's a weakling.

“A turning point in my life…” Xuanming clenched his right hand, and the white light disappeared in his hand.

Although the Black Dragon Martial Soul has been fully awakened, the mutations in his body and the two dragons on his back cannot be retracted.

Fortunately, he is no longer an ordinary person.

However, even for a Soul Master, this image is a bit too eye-catching.

He's such a weakling, yet he's so ostentatious...

After thinking for a moment, Xuanming tried to control the two dragons behind him, wrapping them around his waist.

It went quite smoothly.

The twin dragons grew from his spine. As they were his martial spirits, they possessed his subconscious. Furthermore, because these two silly dragons were connected to his spinal cord and were under the dual control of his nerves and consciousness, simple stimuli could trigger their activity without being processed by his brain, which is why the rebellion occurred.

But when they rebel, the relevant information stimulates their brains, and the two dragons will react.

You've got the wrong person, it's one of us!
It really is a cat's tail.

(End of this chapter)