Chapter 168: The Little Squirrel from the Ice Age

"Run! Run! Ahahaha! Burn to death, burn to death!"

Being able to chase a Soul Elder like Qin Jian all over the field, Ma Hongjun was clearly incredibly excited.

"Pangzi, don't get carried away. Let's see how long you can keep this up."

Qin Jian's calm and unhurried demeanor made Grandmaster at the sidelines nod repeatedly; he knew Qin Jian's response was the most secure, as there was no need to force a confrontation—as long as Oscar's soul power was exhausted, the two of them would lose.

"Pangzi, put some effort into it! I don't have that many Mushroom Sausages to supply you for playing around!"

Seeing five minutes pass without making any progress, Oscar began to get anxious.

"Damn it, didn't you see him sliding around like a Monkey? What do you expect me to do?!" Ma Hongjun retorted angrily.

Seeing the two in the sky start bickering among themselves, the others were left between laughter and tears.

"Qin Jian's martial soul Position Swapping technique is truly too formidable; it completely makes up for his lack of speed. Even an Agility Attack System spirit master is nothing more than this," Tang San remarked with emotion.

Beside him, Grandmaster nodded and said, "If his Third Soul Skill really has the control power you described, then in a sense, he is an all-around Spirit Master. Whether it is power, attack, or control, he is flawless, which is extremely rare."

"The only weakness might be defense, but he has the ability to swap positions with his martial soul, so that doesn't constitute a weakness either."

As Grandmaster spoke, he felt a bit of a headache.

Because his theory was that there are no perfect Spirit Masters, only perfect teams, and he had arranged this match to teach them that point; yet, a near-perfect Spirit Master had actually appeared before his eyes—how was he supposed to teach this lesson...

"Boom!"

Just then, the situation on the field suddenly changed. For some reason, this time Qin Jian did not dodge Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line, but instead slashed out with a massive Sword Light using Man-Sword Unity.

The Sword Light and fire collided intensely, and everyone around could feel that wave of heat and sharpness.

"What is he doing? Why attack now? It's clear that in a little while, Oscar will exhaust his soul power," Grandmaster frowned.

Meanwhile, up above, Oscar was very excited: "Pangzi! Well done!"

"Hehehe..."

Ma Hongjun chuckled incessantly, spraying fire lines downward: "Burn! Burn! I'll burn you again!"

But apart from that one time, Qin Jian did not resist head-on again.

"Eh? What is Brother Jian holding in his hand?" Ning Rongrong suddenly said.

The others were slightly stunned and hurriedly looked over carefully. Sure enough, in the gap while Qin Jian was changing positions, they saw clearly what was in his hand...

"Wow! So cute!" Ning Rongrong's eyes suddenly lit up.

It turned out that in his left hand, Qin Jian was actually holding a fluffy little squirrel!

"So Brother was saving the little squirrel from Pangzi's fire just now!" Xiao Wu's eyes were bright.

The others all suddenly realized.

"Come, come, come, Pangzi, help the little squirrel roast some chestnuts!"

At this moment, Qin Jian seized a gap in the dodging and actually held up the little squirrel so the chestnuts in its claws could be roasted by the fire.

The little squirrel was stunned for a moment, then peeled the chestnut and stuffed it into its mouth; the next moment, its eyes lit up.

Then, it didn't know where it pulled another chestnut from and held it up before Qin Jian's eyes.

Qin Jian was taken aback: "Do you want me to roast the chestnut for you again?"

The little squirrel didn't know if it understood or not, but it just kept holding the chestnut up, looking as if it were saying: "Heat up my chestnut, chop-chop."

Qin Jian had black lines all over his head: "Honestly confess, did you travel over from the Ice Age? Or is this a Little Squirrel cameo!"

Watching Qin Jian talk to the little squirrel on his own and occasionally using Phoenix Fire to roast chestnuts for the squirrel, Ma Hongjun was so angry he was fuming.

"This is too much! If I don't beat you to the ground today, I'm not a Phoenix anymore, I'm a turkey!"

Burning with rage, Ma Hongjun flew even faster, almost chasing Qin Jian all over the field, but Oscar, who was providing the sausages behind him, was gradually unable to keep up...

"Pa... Pangzi! I—"

Oscar reached out his hand, his wings flickering slightly; he wanted to grab Ma Hongjun to avoid falling, but at this moment, Ma Hongjun couldn't care about him at all.

"Bang!"

Oscar hit the ground in response, but almost the moment he fell, Qin Jian, who was still carrying the little squirrel and roasting chestnuts, flashed and appeared in front of him.

"Oscar, you can withdraw."

Qin Jian gestured with his Sword at his neck, and Oscar could only return to the sidelines dejectedly; after all, if this were a life-or-death battle, he would have been finished by now.

Ma Hongjun, still flying in the sky, was dumbfounded: "Oscar, when did you fall down?"

Oscar rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Of course it was when you were busy chasing Qin Jian and howling!"

"Pangzi, how about it? Still want to fight?"

Qin Jian held the little squirrel in one hand and flicked the Martial Soul Sword in the other; his relaxed and easy manner made the fat on Ma Hongjun's chubby face tremble.

"Alright, since you refuse to admit defeat, don't blame me for beating you to the ground; after all, that is what you intended to do to me."

Qin Jian's gaze turned stern, his Sword raised with a *swish*, the blade pointing straight at Ma Hongjun.

His cold, silent gaze made Ma Hongjun shiver, and he hurriedly raised his hands: "I admit defeat!"

"Hehe, that's good."

The next moment, Qin Jian returned to his smiling appearance, leaving Ma Hongjun stunned.

"He even used psychological pressure..."

Grandmaster pinched the bridge of his nose; he felt he had encountered a tough nut to crack—this child was not easy to lead...

"Alright, Xiao Wu, you're next. Let us see your Third Soul Skill," he waved his hand and said.

"Yes, Grandmaster."

Xiao Wu responded and walked to the opposite side of Qin Jian, still wearing a smiling expression, seemingly having no intention of fighting at all.

She stood with her hands behind her back, tilting her little head in an incredibly cute way, which left even Qin Jian stunned.

Suddenly, his head spun, and he realized with a start: "Good, you silly Rabbit, you dare to use Charm on me? It seems you didn't learn your lesson when you were little."

"Xiao Wu..."

Qin Jian suddenly smiled slightly, his deep eyes meeting Xiao Wu's large pink eyes.

A flash of pink Sword Qi vanished in an instant...

Xiao Wu's Rabbit head felt a wave of dizziness, and then her gaze toward Qin Jian began to drift: "Brother..."

That "brother" was called out so weakly that Tang San, watching from the sidelines, widened his eyes.

"Xiao Wu has such a weak side?" he said in disbelief.

Grandmaster frowned and said: "Xiao San, I can tell Xiao Wu used Charm, but what did Qin Jian do? Why would Xiao Wu have such a reaction?"

Purple light filled Tang San's eyes as he said: "Teacher, I just sensed a trace of soul power fluctuation; it seemed like a pink light shone from Qin Jian's eyes for a moment..."

"Pink light? Could it be a soul skill even more silent and imperceptible than Xiao Wu's Charm?"

Grandmaster secretly speculated, finding that Qin Jian's soul skills truly spanned every type, not at all like a Spirit Master with a Sword Martial Soul known for attack power...

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Thanks to book friend 【Baima Han Jinke】 for the multiple tips!

Thanks to book friends 【Amogul】 and 【Beiwei Zhang Mouren】 for the tips again and again!

These are all book friends who urge for updates with their strength every day (I'm shutting down).

(End of this chapter)