Douluo: Unrivaled God General, Fooling Qian Renxue at the Start

"Silver Moon Wolf!" Lan Xue's voice revealed a hint of surprise. "I didn't expect to find such a rare and powerful soul beast in this small hunting forest."

She glanced at her son, Nan Feihuang, and continued, "Let's take a closer look. If it's of the right age, it will make a perfect first spirit ring for you."

With the soldiers leading the way, the group quickly located the Silver Moon Wolf. The wolf was drinking from a river, completely unaware of their approach. Lan Xue, a powerful Soul Douluo, concealed everyone's presence with her soul power—far beyond the perception of a mere hundred-year-old soul beast.

"Hmm, judging by its size, it's likely around seven hundred years old," Lan Xue muttered, frowning slightly. The wolf's age was nearing the upper limit for a typical Spirit Master's second spirit ring.

Though Nan Feihuang had an extraordinary physique from birth and had consumed rare supplements like whale jelly, absorbing a spirit ring close to 300 years older than usual still posed some risk.

"Mother, don't worry. I want this one," Nan Feihuang said with confidence, flashing a smile.

He understood his body better than anyone, especially after inheriting a physique similar to Lü Bu's, renowned for its divine strength. A seven-hundred-year-old spirit ring would be no issue for him.

"But…" Lan Xue hesitated.

"Mother, I know what you're concerned about. There's no need to worry. For hundred-year-old spirit beasts, every century brings a qualitative change. If it were truly over seven hundred years old, I wouldn't choose it. But from what I can see, it's likely no more than 690 years old—just like the Chrysanthemum Douluo from Spirit Hall, who claims to be a Rank 95 Super Douluo. Everyone knows he's really between Rank 94 and 95, still short of the true Super Douluo breakthrough." Nan Feihuang explained calmly.

Lan Xue thought for a moment. Her son's physical prowess surpassed that of Dian Wei, who had absorbed a six-hundred-year spirit ring effortlessly. As Nan Feihuang had pointed out, the Silver Moon Wolf was barely older than Dian Wei's spirit beast by a few decades. The risk wasn't as high as she initially feared.

"You cheeky boy! Don't speak so lightly about titled Douluo. It's one thing to say such things in front of me, but never in front of others. Always address titled Douluo with the utmost respect, using their proper honorifics," Lan Xue chided lightly, showing her motherly concern.

Nan Feihuang simply grinned. He knew how to handle himself in public. This level of casualness was reserved for moments with his mother. Even in front of his father, Nan Tianchen, he wouldn't speak so loosely.

"Alright, if you're so confident, I'll allow it. Prepare yourself," Lan Xue said, her tone serious now that the task of obtaining her son's first spirit ring had come to the forefront.

"Formation! Encircle!" Xun Yu ordered, holding a military token.

Suddenly, over twenty summoned blade-wielding soldiers appeared, forming a circle around the Silver Moon Wolf, their shields raised to block any escape.

The Silver Moon Wolf was startled, its head snapping up in alarm as it found itself surrounded. Sensing the murderous intent, the wolf prepared for battle, pouncing toward one of the soldiers.

At Xun Yu's current level, the soldiers he could summon lacked soul power. They were stronger than ordinary people, but still far from formidable. Soon, three of them fell under the wolf's claws.

However, summoning weak soldiers required minimal soul power, so Xun Yu quickly replenished their numbers, summoning replacements to fill the gaps.

Lan Xue didn't intervene. She was curious to see how the three children would fare working together.

The Silver Moon Wolf, frustrated by the seemingly endless stream of soldiers, let out a silvery glow from its eyes—preparing to unleash its soul skill, Wolf's Howl.

"Ahhh—First Spirit Skill: Flying Dagger!" Lü Lingqi sprang into action, using her Feilian Halberd like a throwing knife, hurling it with lightning speed.

The halberd, glowing with golden light, struck the Silver Moon Wolf, scattering the energy it had gathered for Wolf's Howl and injuring it in the process.

The summoned soldiers took the opportunity to swarm the wolf, hacking at it wildly.

Unfortunately, their blades lacked soul power, unable to pierce the wolf's tough hide.

Nan Feihuang smirked, pleased with the wolf's durability. If it couldn't withstand even this much, it didn't deserve to be considered an elite among soul beasts.

Still, while the Silver Moon Wolf could resist ordinary attacks, it stood no chance against Nan Feihuang's Peerless Fangtian Halberd.

He raised the halberd high and struck down.

At this stage, his halberd had no spirit rings and wasn't particularly heavy. Unlike the pure weight-based Haotian Hammer, the halberd relied more on its sharpness. Weighing around a hundred jin, it was lighter than the Haotian Hammer but still quite hefty for a six-year-old like Nan Feihuang.

Nevertheless, it felt perfectly balanced in his hands. As his strength grew, so too would the weight of the halberd.

The Silver Moon Wolf might have been able to withstand the halberd's weight, but it couldn't withstand its sharpness. The blade sliced through its hide like paper.

"Truly a divine weapon," Lan Xue mused, watching. "Even my Frost Halberd wasn't this powerful before it had any spirit rings."

The wolf, now severely wounded, entered a frenzy. Its eyes turned blood-red as it lunged at Nan Feihuang with bared fangs.

Nan Feihuang gripped his halberd with one hand, swung upward, and knocked the wolf into the air with a blow to its jaw. As the wolf fell, he struck again with a thrust, narrowly missing. He followed up with a horizontal sweep and another thrust, driving the halberd into the wolf's blind spot.

The sequence of moves—swing, sweep, thrust, and stab—was executed in one fluid motion.

Lan Xue's eyes lit up. She recognized that Nan Feihuang was using a halberd technique, one she had often reminded him to prioritize soul power cultivation over.

However, this wasn't an overly complex or intricate technique that required excessive practice. It was a basic set of long-weapon moves, with a focus on strength and body training.

Nan Feihuang only needed to practice for half an hour to an hour every morning and evening, which wouldn't interfere with his soul power cultivation.

What puzzled her was where he had learned such an excellent foundational martial art. It was even more practical than the boxing techniques she had taught him and well-suited for real combat.

"Ahhh!" Lü Lingqi cheered, recognizing the halberd technique immediately. Her father, Lü Bu, had practiced the same one.

In fact, many of the great spear and halberd masters of the Three Kingdoms era—figures like Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun—had practiced this very technique, the Eighteen Strikes of the Single-Handed Technique, passed down from none other than Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu's prowess was unmatched through the ages. His legendary techniques, the Overlord Spear and Overlord Halberd, were peerless. The Eighteen Strikes of the Single-Handed Technique could be adapted for either spears or halberds. Many masters of long weapons used it as their foundation for reaching the peak of their art.

Conveniently, this technique had been recorded in the Book of Military Strategies, and Nan Feihuang had spent the past month diligently practicing it.

The eighteen moves were the basics of long-weapon combat. Once mastered, they would make learning more advanced techniques far easier.

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