With this set of equipment, the strength of Bei Bei, Xu Sanshi, and Jiang Nannan rose once again.
Bei Bei glanced at Su Yunlin. "If we use soul tools in the competition, wouldn't that be inappropriate? After all, our academy has always focused on pure Spirit Masters."
Su Yunlin's gaze remained calm. "That's already in the past. And you're not qualified to represent the glory of pure Spirit Masters. Only Titled Douluo are qualified to speak of glory—you're not! From now on, don't hold anything back. Use whatever you have. Don't worry about the next tournament."
"The next tournament is in five years. By then, I need all of you to reach the Spirit King level, including Xiao Xiao and Huo Yuhao! Uh… Huo Yuhao doesn't count—you're already a soul engineer. Make your own."
Huo Yuhao hadn't expected to be excluded just because he was a soul engineer, and he felt a bit awkward.
Su Yunlin continued, "Once you reach the Spirit Emperor level, I'll personally craft a special set of soul tools for you. Do you remember how I defeated Ma Xiaotao?"
"That suit of armor boosted my overall strength, raising me from five rings to the level of a Spirit Sage. And that armor was only the most basic version."
"Spirit Emperors can wear the second-stage armor, which I call Second-Rank Battle Armor. A Spirit Emperor wearing Second-Rank Battle Armor can surge all the way to Spirit Douluo-level strength. Just imagine—if our entire team had Spirit Douluo-level combat power, we could even beat a Titled Douluo senseless. What would we have to fear?"
The reserve team members were utterly stunned. They had never imagined such a heaven-defying soul tool could exist!
Afterward, everyone returned to their rooms to familiarize themselves with their soul tools, while Wang Dong once again stayed close to Su Yunlin.
"Yunlin, you just exposed Battle Armor as a trump card like that. Aren't you worried about losing your advantage?" Wang Dong asked.
"The most important part of Battle Armor is metal purification. Right now, the only set on the market is my First-Rank Battle Armor, and it's stored in the academy. The higher the rank, the harder it is to forge."
"Second-Rank Battle Armor requires Spirit-forged metal. And my requirement isn't just a single Spirit-forged metal—I want multiple metals fused together through Spirit forging. After all, the amplification would be even greater."
Su Yunlin understood just how powerful Battle Armor was, so he wasn't worried about it becoming widespread.
It was bound to happen eventually. As long as he could maintain an information gap for the next twenty years or so, that would be enough. What came after a hundred or two hundred years wasn't something he needed to worry about.
Wang Dong pouted. "You're giving me more work again. Looks like I can't slack off in forging. My family has forged for three generations, and now I, a girl, have to start swinging a forging hammer too."
"By the way, how did you manage Spirit forging after just over ten days of learning? I only managed it after my cultivation and spiritual power improved significantly. You're only a Spirit Elder—how did you do it?" Su Yunlin asked, clearly a bit unconvinced.
Wang Dong thought for a moment. "Maybe it's because I can hear the voice of metal."
"The voice of metal?"
Wang Dong nodded. "I can communicate with metal. Of course, not through language, but through the forging hammer. My grandfather said it's a trait of a natural-born blacksmith."
"…Alright. Maybe forging just isn't for me. How about you give it a try first? I'm about to reach Spirit Emperor anyway, so my Second-Rank Battle Armor should be put on the agenda."
As he spoke, Su Yunlin took out a full set of forging workbenches from his storage soul tool.
Wang Dong puffed her cheeks. "All you do is order me around. Give me a kiss as a reward first."
"Uh… mua~"
"Hehe, I'm starting now."
Wang Dong took out her forging hammer, then carefully examined the rare metals Su Yunlin had prepared. She selected a piece of Magic Silver, a piece of Nether Iron, and a piece of Heavy Silver.
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Night fell.
After dinner, Wang Yan called for the seven members of the reserve team and led them out of the Star Luo Hotel.
"Teacher Wang, where are we going?"
Wang Yan smiled. "You've all worked hard these past few days—between the inspection missions and the tournament. I'm taking you out to relax."
Soon, Wang Yan led the seven of them to the auction house in Star Luo City.
After watching so many matches over the past few days, Wang Yan had decided to equip all seven reserve team members with soul tools, which was why he brought them here to take a look.
"Teacher Wang, you're a bit late saying that. Do you really think I wouldn't give them soul tools?" Su Yunlin said helplessly.
"Ah? Right! I forgot Yunlin is also a sixth-rank soul engineer! Looks like the pressure these past few days has muddled my brain," Wang Yan suddenly realized. Their team already had a soul engineer among them.
Because of how Su Yunlin had dominated the battlefield, his soul tools had already left a deep impression on everyone. Without defensive soul tools earlier, the situation would have been far worse.
As a result, the current members of the Shrek team were no longer particularly resistant to soul tools.
As for Wang Dong—she had originally been somewhat opposed to soul tools and even admitted that her thinking was a bit old-fashioned. But Su Yunlin had completely convinced her, and she had personally witnessed the power of Battle Armor.
She also understood that the widespread adoption of soul tools was inevitable. If one didn't want to be threatened by them, then the only option was to create even stronger ones. Of course, Wang Dong had her own thoughts as well.
As the daughter of a god, upon hearing that the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect had been utterly defeated by soul tools, she refused to accept it. She wanted to improve hidden weapons, to evolve them once more, and make them capable of defeating soul tools!
Since the Shrek team's attitude toward soul tools had already changed, Wang Yan no longer needed to waste words explaining. He truly felt that having someone like Su Yunlin was a blessing.
High cultivation, skilled in soul tools—he could even toy with Ma Xiaotao using soul tools alone. It was practically trampling Shrek Academy's long-standing traditions into the ground.
Suddenly, a figure appeared beside Su Yunlin and patted him on the shoulder.
"Huh? Dad!" Su Yunlin turned his head and saw that it was actually his father!
"And your mom is here too!" Xu Yunyue appeared on his other side, smiling warmly as she looked at her son before carefully checking him over for injuries.
"Good, you're fine! I heard Shrek suffered heavy losses during a mission. If you had been hurt, your mother would've marched straight to Shrek Academy to demand an explanation!" Xu Yunyue said angrily.
"Hello, Uncle, Auntie!" Wang Dong—more accurately, Tang Wutong—stepped forward to greet them. She had stayed at Su Yunlin's home before, so they were already acquainted.
"Oh, the girl is here too? Let Auntie check if you're hurt!" Xu Yunyue immediately moved to Wang Dong's side, carefully inspecting her. In Xu Yunyue's eyes, Wang Dong was already her future daughter-in-law—she had made up her mind, and no one could change it.
The rest of the Shrek group looked utterly confused. Su Yunlin's parents? Then that meant—
Su Yunlin cleared his throat. "Ahem, these two are my parents. You can just call them Uncle and Auntie."
"Dad, Mom, aside from Wang Dong, the others are all my senior brothers and sisters—currently the reserve team of the Shrek Seven Monsters," Su Yunlin introduced.
The other five spoke in unison, "Hello, Uncle and Auntie!"
Wang Yan respectfully bowed. "Greetings, Your Excellencies."
"Hello, hello!" Xu Yunyue was warm and enthusiastic by nature, her demeanor naturally approachable, while Su Jinming simply gave a brief nod.
His dad was as aloof as ever.
Su Yunlin suddenly noticed that his mother's lower abdomen seemed slightly raised.
He looked at her, and Xu Yunyue immediately understood what he meant, nodding in response.
Su Yunlin didn't make it public. After all, his parents had enemies, and being pregnant would still have some impact even on a Super Douluo. It was best not to let others know.
"Dad, Mom, what are you doing in Star Luo City?"
"Of course we came to watch your match!"
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