Douluo: Soul-Breaking spear

Chapter 58: Fusion of the Crocodile King Spear

After deciding to attend Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, Yang Potian began preparations, gathering weights, training equipment, several suitable Breaking Spears, and various medicinal herbs for his medicinal baths.

One day, feeling his soul power had stabilized well at level 34, he sought out his father, looking for some extra training pressure.

His father, Yang Zhentian, was surprised to see him. "Potian, is there something in your training you're having difficulty with? Your soul power seems steady—you've clearly adapted to level 34."

"Dad, I feel I still haven't fully mastered the Crocodile King Spear. I need you to help test me and also check my body's pressure tolerance."

Zhentian looked at his son thoughtfully. "Your external soul bone in your tail doesn't seem fully integrated yet. Your two grandfathers aren't busy today; let's have them join in and study this further."

Yang Zhentian led his son to the secluded alchemy chamber where his father and uncle were present. When the two grandfathers heard Yang Zhentian and Potian's intentions, they were intrigued, as the family hadn't studied external soul bones much. Especially Zhentian, who had a Bear Claw external soul bone he was still learning about before passing it to his daughter.

"Potian, how do you want me to assist with the Crocodile King Spear?" Zhentian asked.

"Just apply increasing pressure," Potian replied. "Gradually raise the force until I can't bear it."

Zhentian looked hesitant. "Son, a body can only take so much. Too much pressure could cause hidden injuries or worse."

"Don't worry, Dad. I'm confident I can handle it."

Seeing his son's determination, Yang Zhentian glanced at his father and uncle. They nodded, reassured that with their oversight, nothing would go seriously wrong.

"Alright, Potian. I'll start now."

As soon as Zhentian spoke, a wave of soul power radiated from him, making the surrounding air feel dense and immovable. Potian could barely move as the powerful soul pressure weighed down on him. Zhentian increased the pressure gradually, carefully controlling the force so as not to overwhelm Potian too quickly.

When the pressure reached the level of a 34th-level soul master, Potian hadn't even summoned his martial soul. His raw physical strength was clearly impressive.

As the pressure continued to increase, reaching around level 42, Potian's expression started to show signs of strain. Realizing he had reached his physical limit, Potian activated his martial soul, summoning his Breaking Spear into the chamber.

Holding his Breaking Spear upright, he planted its butt on the floor to support himself, and the pressure immediately felt lessened, allowing him to stabilize.

Seeing this, Zhentian raised the pressure again, now approaching the level of a 48th-level soul master. But Potian was still holding his own. Zhentian and the two grandfathers exchanged astonished glances—this boy could endure a remarkable amount of pressure.

At this point, Potian was nearing his breaking point, his body struggling under the weight of the pressure. With grit, he summoned his innate martial soul—his very body—further fortifying himself against the mounting pressure. Even with his two grandfathers present, they couldn't discern the change, though they noticed Potian's soul power had shifted slightly.

With the innate martial soul active, Potian found the pressure once again manageable.

Zhentian exchanged nods with the grandfathers before pushing the pressure even higher. At a level of around 53, Potian's body was nearing collapse, feeling as though he were pinned under a mountain. Were it not for his Breaking Spear to lean on, he would have fallen already.

Unlike ordinary martial souls, integrating an external soul bone with a body martial soul required merging it with both body and martial soul alike.

Seeing that Zhentian had paused, Potian gritted his teeth and pushed out, "Just a bit more!"

Those few words took every ounce of strength he had left.

Zhentian hesitated but applied a little more pressure, pushing it up to a level of 54.

Potian's body groaned under the added weight; his muscles and every fiber of his being strained, beads of sweat breaking out over his skin and soaking through his clothes. Suddenly, he felt something shift inside him. There was a crack, and suddenly his entire body felt unblocked. The Crocodile King Spear tailbone emerged on its own, planting itself on the floor as though instinctively.

At that moment, Potian felt his soul power break through, advancing from level 34 to 35. The connection to the Crocodile King Spear became stronger, feeling like an integral part of himself.

Zhentian quickly retracted his soul power and helped steady his son. "How are you feeling, Potian? Any discomfort?"

"Dad, I feel fantastic. The external soul bone has truly fused with me now, and I feel much more agile using it."

"Well done, son! Now that it's fully integrated, no one will ever be able to take it from you."

Both grandfathers were clearly pleased. Potian's tolerance level had reached that of a level-54 soul master, an extraordinary achievement for his age. This left no doubt that the Breaking Clan's future was secure.

Internally, Potian could sense a transformation. His mind's image of the giant holding the Breaking Spear now showed a new detail: the addition of a tail. Not only had he fully integrated the external soul bone into his body, but it had fused into his martial soul as well. This was an unexpected gain.

In the future, if his body martial soul were to undergo a second awakening, how would the Crocodile King Spear evolve? Would it also awaken? No records in Douluo's history hinted at such a possibility.

(End of Chapter)

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