3: Chapter 3, First Soul Skill: Purple Lightning Cage

The Thunder Pattern Electric Python, which a second ago had been imposing and majestic, as if the God of Thunder had descended, froze in its entire body the next second.

Its massive snake head slammed into the ground with a 'bang', trembling, and even the electricity on its body extinguished.

Su Chen's mouth twitched.

Is this the strength of a Limit Douluo?

Settled with just a glance?

Mu En leaned on his cane and walked slowly in front of the Thunder Pattern Electric Python.

He extended his withered finger, condensed a trace of Soul Power at the tip, and tapped it gently on the Electric Python's forehead.

A moment later, Mu En withdrew his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Eight hundred years of cultivation."

"For a little guy like you who just reached level ten, the risk is too great."

Zhang Lexuan, standing nearby, also became nervous. "Yes, it's better to be safe with your first spirit ring."

Su Chen, however, straightened his small chest, his eyes showing no hint of retreat.

"Teacher, I want to try."

"My Chaos Thunder Dragon Martial Soul is naturally able to suppress this kind of pure lightning Spirit Beast."

"Plus, I feel that after awakening my Spirit, my body is much stronger than an average person's. It will definitely be fine."

As he spoke, he opened his palm.

A purple electric arc, thinner than a strand of hair, danced flexibly in his palm, carrying an aura of destruction.

Mu En's cloudy old eyes stared at Su Chen. In the end, what he saw was pure determination.

Mu En nodded slowly.

"Alright, then let's try."

"But remember, the moment you feel your body can't take it, give up immediately. With me here, it cannot hurt you."

He spoke calmly, but the hand hidden in his sleeve had already quietly condensed a ball of gentle Soul Power, ready to fish his precious disciple out at any moment.

Having received permission, Su Chen took a deep breath and walked towards the Electric Python.

Before he could even get close, Mu En's figure suddenly flickered.

He flicked three strands of gentle force from his fingertips, which struck the Electric Python's vital point silently.

That eight-hundred-year-old Thunder Pattern Electric Python couldn't even let out a whimper before its massive body collapsed to the ground, leaving only weak breathing.

Mu En spoke indifferently.

"Do it."

Su Chen did not hesitate any longer, leaped forward, and covered his right fist with a layer of faint gray airflow—this was his Chaos Power.

The fist struck true, landing right on the head of the Thunder Pattern Electric Python.

There was no earth-shattering noise; the Electric Python's vitality was instantly extinguished by the Chaos Power.

A yellow spirit ring slowly floated out from within its body.

Su Chen did not waste time and immediately sat cross-legged.

He used his Soul Power to guide the spirit ring and began to absorb it.

The yellow spirit ring rotated around him, circle after circle.

Purple-blue lightning and the hazy Chaos Power intertwined around his body.

Zhang Lexuan watched from the side, trembling with fear, her palms full of sweat.

However, the entire process was surprisingly smooth.

In just two quarters of an hour, the eight-hundred-year-old spirit ring merged completely into Su Chen's body, like a docile kitten.

The Soul Power fluctuations on his body suddenly climbed significantly.

Su Chen slowly opened his eyes, where lightning seemed to flash deep within his pupils, and faint lightning radiance still lingered around his body.

"I've broken through to level fifteen!"

"My Chaos Thunder Dragon Martial Soul's control over lightning power has become stronger."

Mu En stroked his beard, his old face full of undisguised joy.

"Try your First Spirit Skill."

"Alright."

Su Chen nodded and stood up.

He raised his right hand, and with a thought, a massive phantom of a thunder dragon appeared behind him, its dragon wings spread, looking imposing and majestic.

"First Spirit Skill, Purple Lightning Cage!"

With his soft shout, over a dozen purple lightning bolts as thick as an arm rose from the ground without warning.

These lightning bolts instantly intertwined, forming a massive cage flickering with the aura of Chaos, enveloping a large patch of open ground.

A rock half the height of a person nearby accidentally touched the edge of the cage and, without even making a sound, instantly turned into dust.

Mu En smiled with satisfaction. "Not bad, this spirit skill has strong power and precise control."

Returning to Shrek Academy, it was already late at night.

Zhang Lexuan had long since cleaned Su Chen's room and lit a calming incense.

Su Chen put down his simple luggage; without even drinking a sip of water, he lay directly on the bed.

"Oh my, I'm exhausted."

"How should I walk the path of the future?"

Su Chen rubbed his forehead with his hand.

He had been pondering this question since the day he awakened his Spirit.

The Chaos Thunder Dragon Martial Soul was undoubtedly top-tier.

To use internet slang, this was a god-tier opening; he was so overpowered it was ridiculous.

To maximize the power of this cheat, the subsequent selection of spirit rings must be carefully chosen.

Ordinary lightning-attributed Spirit Beasts were no longer worthy of his Chaos Thunder Dragon.

It had to be those special lightning-attributed Spirit Beasts with powerful bloodlines, or even those possessing ancient bloodlines.

His means of attack could not be too monotonous either.

The First Spirit Skill "Purple Lightning Cage" was a strong crowd-control move, but what about damage output?

In Su Chen's mind, countless flashy moves instantly popped up.

For example, rolling lightning into a ball for a "Lightning Style: Rasengan"?

Or condensing it into a whip to play around?

Or perhaps making a giant lightning net to cast over a large area, specializing in curing all kinds of defiance.

Later, when he had a weapon, he could enchant it with lightning, adding a paralysis effect to his strikes, directly suppressing the opponent's room for maneuvering to the minimum.

He could even create a "Domain".

As long as an enemy stepped into his lightning domain, it would be equivalent to entering his home turf.

Continuous health drain plus slowing down, slowly torturing them to death.

As he thought, the corners of Su Chen's mouth curled up unconsciously.

He seemed to have already seen himself slaughtering in all directions on the battlefield in the future, throwing out various lightning skills, with enemies unable to even touch the corner of his clothes.

"Hoo..."

Su Chen exhaled softly.

No matter how much he thought, it was just pie in the sky.

You have to eat food one bite at a time, and walk the road one step at a time.

He composed his mind, stopped thinking about those distant plans, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and consolidated the realm he had just broken through to.

Early the next morning.

Before it was fully light, Su Chen was dragged out of bed by Mu En.

From then on, his devilish training officially began.

Life became extremely regular, a three-point line: dormitory, back mountain, canteen.

During the day, Mu En would personally guide him.

The old man didn't teach any profound theories, only making him control his Soul Power.

In the small woods behind the mountain.

Mu En hunched over and pointed to a big tree in front of him: "Use your Soul Power to carve the character 'One' on it."

"Isn't that simple?"

Su Chen chuckled and raised his hand, unleashing a bolt of Chaos lightning.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the tree was fine, but a large, pitch-black hole appeared on the trunk, the edges sizzling with electric light and black smoke.

Su Chen: "..."

What happened to the 'One'? How did it turn into an 'O'?

Mu En didn't even lift his eyelids, saying indifferently: "Control, not destruction. Your power is like a crazed wild ox, not an obedient hunting dog."

"Again."

"Boom!"

"Continue."

"Boom!"

The entire morning, Su Chen frantically outputted power against that poor tree.

The result was that apart from leaving a pile of charred holes, he couldn't even carve a decent stroke.