Douluo: Let me loot an airdrop first.

Chapter 15: I am like a madman, trembling with fear.

Wielding a short blade against a long staff, the best course of action is to close the distance as quickly as possible. Only in close combat can the advantages of short weapons be fully utilized. Ning Yuanshan's eyes were like torches, fixed on the enemy before him. Suddenly, he let out a roar and charged forward. This move was an imitation of the strategy of the "Mud Cart" school of fighting masters from his previous life; the roar was meant to distract the opponent.

Seeing Ning Yuanshan's first spirit ring glow brightly, Liu Long dared not be careless and immediately activated his spirit skill as well. However, the two were not far apart, and Ning Yuanshan had already rushed up, while Liu Long was also intimidated by Ning Yuanshan's shout. Therefore, before he could unleash his spirit skill, the frying pan had already smashed into his face, and Liu Long could only hastily parry with his stick.

Ning Yuanshan gave his opponent no chance to breathe. The frying pan was like a slashing knife, and it was swung down again. Ning Yuanshan seemed to spare no effort, smashing it relentlessly. For a time, the sound of "clanging" could not be heard.

Ning Yuanshan engaged in close combat, preventing Liu Long from fully utilizing his long staff and forcing him to focus solely on parrying. As the attacker, Ning Yuanshan was unwilling to expend too much soul power in the first round. Furthermore, there was a significant gap in soul power level and age between him and his opponent; a relentless barrage of attacks would likely overwhelm him in terms of stamina over time. "I'll try to bluff him..."

Ning Yuanshan slashed at Liu Long's neck with his frying pan again. Liu Long blocked the attack with his stick, but this time the situation was different. He suddenly felt a pain in his chest and then flew out of the air.

It turns out that Ning Yuanshan reduced the force of his frying pan attack; his left hand was the real killing move. When Liu Long blocked with his staff, he suddenly thrust out his left palm to strike Liu Long's chest.

Liu Long rolled on the ground, and Ning Yuanshan pressed his advantage, rushing over and using a rear-naked choke technique from his previous MMA life to wrap around Liu Long's neck.

As the original novel states, "Before level 30, it's almost impossible for a Soul Master to have their own Soul Skill." Ning Yuanshan initially didn't understand what this meant, but as his experience grew, he realized that the combination of Soul Skills and the application of Martial Soul were the keys to victory. As for combat skills, Ning Yuanshan had lived two lives, including the information explosion era of his previous life. His vision and ingenuity were unmatched by the natives of Douluo Continent, not to mention his training with veterans and hunters in the village protection team since childhood.

Seeing that Liu Long had been knocked unconscious without even using his soul skills, everyone present was shocked. "Is he... is he dead?" They clearly saw that Liu Long's eyes had rolled back.

"Next!" Ning Yuanshan roared with fighting spirit.

"We lost this round. Ling Feng, you go!"

As Liu Long was defeated, a short, thin student stepped forward with an unfriendly expression.

Since Ning Yuanshan likes to fight fast, let's see who's faster! Xiao Chenyu thought to himself.

"The second one to go is an agility-type Soul Master, just like in the book," Ning Yuanshan frowned after the other party announced his identity. Ling Feng's Martial Soul is a Swift, and as an agility-type Battle Soul Master, his speed is astonishing, making him far more threatening than Liu Long.

"There's no way to avoid it," Ning Yuanshan said, taking out an airdrop crate and using a frying pan to protect his vital areas while leaning against the crate.

"You can do that?" Using airdrop crates as cover is only useful at the current stage. Once a Soul Master's cultivation level is high and their Soul Skills become more varied, airdrop crates won't be able to stop them.

Ling Feng was dumbfounded. As an agility-type Soul Master, he had always attacked by sneaking around the enemy's back or other means. Now, he could only face the enemy head-on.

"Come on, let me show you Dad's big pot lid," Ning Yuanshan kept spewing trash talk, and Ling Feng was indeed furious. His spirit ring lit up and he rushed forward.

Ling Feng's attack speed was incredibly fast, and even a head-on confrontation was difficult for him. In just a short while, Ning Yuanshan was covered in bruises, and Ling Feng was also bruised and swollen.

The two exchanged blows, punches and kicks, for dozens of rounds. Ning Yuanshan's clothes were tattered and covered in blood, making him look even more wretched than Ling Feng, who had been injured by a blunt object like a frying pan. However, Ning Yuanshan's face grew increasingly excited. He let out a long roar, a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, and suddenly switched from defense to offense, lunging at Ling Feng.

The two lifetimes of souls seemed to have made Ning Yuanshan's mental strength extremely powerful. He had never seen blood in his previous life and thought he was afraid of pain and death, but he actually enjoyed the bloodshed in battle.

This isn't some kind of superhuman feat from a fantasy novel; it's simply the cry of someone unwilling to accept mediocrity. Living one lifetime, being cautious and timid is the only option, a necessity born of necessity. Living two lifetimes, with such a destiny, if one still lives in fear and timidity, wouldn't that be a wasted life?

"That was exhilarating! That was exhilarating!" With his adrenaline surging, Ning Yuanshan seemed to understand why Tang San was willing to die together with Dai Mubai when Dai Mubai took his room.

Tang San is a madman! A madman whose emotional and mental state is extremely unstable.

He was a thief in the Tang Sect, and despite his exceptional talent, he could only cultivate in secret. This oppressive environment distorted his personality. Therefore, in the Douluo Continent, Tang San's defenses crumbled easily when provoked.

Ning Yuanshan could understand Tang San's emotions when he was in a frenzy, but Ning Yuanshan had not lost his mind. This battle was just a childish squabble, and there was no need to kill or set fires.

Just as Tang San's nickname "Thousand-Handed Asura" originated in the original novel, Ning Yuanshan's current state of madness also chilled everyone to the bone. However, this was merely a means for him to intimidate others; losing control of his emotions would only lead to his needless death.

Ling Feng was at his limit, while Ning Yuanshan was becoming increasingly adept at handling the situation. After all, his martial soul was not ordinary. As he used it in battle, Ning Yuanshan gradually realized that the strength or weakness of a martial soul was largely controlled by the soul master.

Just like Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, Tang San, in his initial awakening of his martial soul, couldn't wield it at all. While the Clear Sky Hammer's sheer weight certainly played a role, the main reason was Tang San's inability to control it. Traditional weapons have the concept of a "staff that reaches the eyebrows," meaning the staff is designed to fit the user's height and weight; similarly, a martial soul should change according to the soul master's needs. A soul master unable to control their own martial soul? That's pure nonsense.

"Bang!" A loud crash followed, and the arena fell silent. Both combatants looked disheveled, but Ning Yuanshan was still standing. Ling Feng lay face up, his breath weak.

"Next!" Ning Yuanshan's cold gaze swept over the senior students one by one, finally stopping on Xiao Chenyu's face.

"He fought two people in a row, and now his soul power is almost exhausted. Who among you is going to go up again...?" The students whispered among themselves, but not a single one dared to step forward. They didn't even dare to look Ning Yuanshan in the eye.

After all, he was still a child, and a young master from a prominent family. Even if he often got into fights, he could never have seen such a horrific scene. Ning Yuanshan was covered in blood, yet he still had a smile on his face.

Xiao Chenyu swallowed hard. It was just a brawl; it shouldn't have resulted in anyone dying. But Ning Yuanshan and Ling Feng's fighting style was completely disregard for decorum and even their own lives. Who fights like that, biting each other's mouths and gouging eyes? And all that blood...

"Boss Xiao, I think Ling Feng is seriously injured. I think we should send him to get treatment first..." The quick-witted henchman saw the situation.

"Then let's fight another day..." Xiao Chenyu was not a reckless person. Since his younger brother had found an excuse, he might as well take the opportunity to back down.