Douluo: The Martial Soul Asura Armor, a Good Spirit Turning Evil

Three months later.

In a corner of the inner courtyard's fighting arena, Duanmu Yan retracted his fist and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Level 66.

In three months, I jumped four levels.

This speed would have caused a sensation if it happened to anyone in the inner courtyard, but Duanmu Yan kept quiet.

They trained normally during the day and then plunged into the undead demiplane to fight at night, repeating the cycle endlessly.

Electrolux's necromantic realm was more suitable for cultivation than he had imagined.

There are no rules, no bystanders, only the purest life-or-death struggle.

The "nutrients" provided by those undead creatures were also better than those from evil.

Soul Masters are more pure and better suited to the attributes of the Asura Armor.

Over the course of three months, his soul power climbed from level 62 to level 66, and the brightness of his sixth soul ring increased significantly.

More importantly, it's about practical combat skills.

The undead in the demiplane show no mercy, have no rules, and every battle is aimed at killing him.

Duanmu Yan almost died three times inside.

Each time, Electrolux pulled him out at the last minute, at the cost of being weak for several days.

But each near-death experience further honed his fighting instincts.

He's been able to hold out for four weeks now, fighting with all his might inside.

During this time, he also told Ye Guyi about his future plans...

One month ago, on the shores of Poseidon Lake...

"There's something I need to tell you," Duanmu Yan said.

"What is it?"

"I will leave Shrek Academy after the tournament ends."

Ye Guyi paused for a moment, but only for a second, before catching up.

"Have you thought it through?"

"Um."

"Where to?"

"I don't know. Anyway, the goal is always to kill evil spirit masters; we'll see about the rest later."

Ye Guyi paused for a few steps, then smiled.

"Okay. I'll go with you then."

Duanmu Yan turned his head to look at her.

A lake breeze blew by, ruffling her hair a little. She casually brushed it aside, her expression natural, as if she were just saying, "What should I eat today?"

"You don't have to—"

"I know," Ye Guyi interrupted him. "I wanted to leave on my own. I don't want to stay anywhere without you."

Duanmu Yan did not speak again.

The two walked along the lake for a long time without saying a word.

The setting sun dyed the lake surface orange-red, and the outline of Poseidon Island in the distance was gilded with a layer of gold.

Duanmu Yan was not without feelings.

Shrek had done him a favor.

Awakening Martial Soul, Enrollment, Cultivation, Resources, Protection.

He acknowledged all these things, but he also returned them.

The missions to hunt down evil spirit masters, the blood on the blade, the intelligence gained at the cost of his life—all these made the academy's resources worthwhile.

He doesn't owe Shrek anything.

The main problem is...

His way of doing things can never coexist with the academy.

The college needs rules, order, and a step-by-step approach.

He wanted to kill, cleanly and efficiently, leaving no future trouble.

Ma Xiaotao's incident merely exposed this rift to the world.

The crack has always been there.

……

Soul Guidance Department, Laboratory 001.

Duanmu Yan straightened up, placed the things in his hands on the worktable, and stretched his stiff neck.

It was already dark outside the window; I had no idea how long I had been inside.

A device the size of a palm lay on the worktable.

It is entirely silver-gray, with an outer shell made of an alloy of meteorite iron and mithril. The surface is polished to a smooth, mirror-like finish, reflecting a person's image.

A smooth line is engraved on the front of the device.

That was the core magic array he had designed over half a month, with sharp lines and a unique sharpness at the turns, reminiscent of the Asura Armor.

Xingtian Armor Summoning Device - Prototype

Duanmu Yan picked it up, flipped it over, and checked the interface on the back.

Precise and neat, every engraving is so even that it looks as if it was measured with a ruler.

With the Blade of Guardianship in hand, these magic array patterns can be carved in half a month.

Now that the knife has been returned to Electrolux for nurturing, he can only use a regular carving knife, which has slowed his progress by more than half.

He put down the summoner, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

His plan was to manufacture all three suits of armor—Heaven, Earth, and Man—in the form of soul-guided devices.

But right now, he has only completed the prototype of Xing Tian's summoning device.

There are too many technological limitations.

There are not enough materials, the core magic array has compatibility issues, and the energy source for the armor has not yet been resolved.

After all, unlike the Shura Armor, which is a martial soul, the Shura Armor is something he can easily master.

As for the production of these three suits of armor, it will probably take some more time.

Duanmu Yan opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment.

"The road ahead is long," he muttered to himself.

He picked up the summoner from the table and weighed it in his hand.

It's not lightweight, but it feels okay in the hand. The curvature of the shell and the fit in the palm could be adjusted further, and the grip position needs to be moved two millimeters to the left.

He memorized these words and put the summoner back on the table.

Not urgent.

The basic shape is already there; all that's left is to refine it gradually.

After leaving Shrek Academy after the competition, there will be plenty of time to do these things.

Duanmu Yan put the summoner into his storage soul tool, got up and walked to the window.

The view outside the window is of Shrek at night.

The island of Poseidon is dotted with lights, which are reflected on the lake like scattered stars, a testament to the weight and depth of millennia of history.

But heavy doesn't necessarily mean suitable.

He leaned against the window frame, his mind starting to plan his way out after he left.

First, we need a base.

It can't be a city; it's too easy to be found and targeted.

Remote mountainous areas or border regions are best, as they are convenient for entry and exit and for hiding, since the main force of evil soul masters is still in the Sun Moon Empire.

Electrolux's undead demiplane can serve as a temporary refuge and training ground, but it's not practical for long-term residence.

Living people can't withstand staying in the spirit world for too long.

Secondly, it's about people.

Ye Guyi is certain, but two people are far from enough.

The operation of a force requires intelligence, logistics, funding, and personnel deployment, none of which can be handled by one person alone.

He needs to find more people, but not just anyone; he needs people who can accept his way of doing things and who are decisive and efficient.

Duanmu Yan tapped his fingers twice on the window frame.

The hunting of evil spirit masters cannot stop; this is the bottom line.

Leaving Shrek doesn't mean giving up on that goal; on the contrary, it means greater freedom.

The college's tasks include screening, approval, and various rules and regulations; once you leave, you are free from these constraints.

He needs an organization that can operate independently.

The scale doesn't need to be large; about ten people are enough in the initial stage.

The core members must be trustworthy, while mercenaries and bounty hunters can be recruited from the periphery.

In terms of funding, the items seized from the evil spirit masters brought in a considerable sum of money.

The soul tools and valuables in the storage soul tools on those people were previously handed over to the academy, but they can keep them for their own use in the future.

Intelligence networks are even more important.

Evil spirit masters don't wear "I am an evil spirit master" on their faces; without information sources, they are like headless flies.

This can't be rushed, but it can be done gradually.

Duanmu Yan withdrew his gaze, took out the half-finished Xingtian Armor Summoner again, and twirled it in his hand. The silver-gray outer shell gleamed coldly under the light.

There's no rush when it comes to matters of power.

First, make the armor and increase the soul power.

He had a feeling, deep down.

Seventh Ring Road...

This will be a transformative moment for him!

He picked up the pen on the table and wrote a few lines on a blank sheet of paper—

Base location selection, personnel recruitment, funding sources, and intelligence networks.

Then, below these entries, another line was added:

Objective: To kill all evil spirit masters in the world.