Chapter 33 Bottleneck

Chapter 33 Bottleneck
After winning the fighting spirit competition against Meng Yiran, Yang Ping'an carefully thought about his own fighting style. After summoning the Purple Gold Mastiff, he could indeed achieve a two-on-one situation in a short period of time, but there was also a huge flaw.

That is, the Purple Gold Mastiff's actions and thoughts almost all need to be under one's command. Even if one does not command the Purple Gold Mastiff and lets it act independently, after all, it is impossible for two people to fight against one person. All the actions of the Purple Gold Mastiff require the consumption of one's soul power. As a result, one's soul power will be consumed much faster than that of other soul masters.

Any action of a martial spirit requires the support of soul power. In the past, when the Purple Gold Mastiff was very weak, it took almost no soul power to summon it. Now that the Purple Gold Mastiff is getting stronger, the soul power consumed is increasing. This also causes the soul power to be consumed much faster in the battle with Meng Yiran, and it is almost all consumed.

Thinking of this, Yang Pingan couldn't help but shook his head. It seemed that his soul power level was indeed too low. If he really reached the level of a high-level soul master, perhaps he could make up for the deficiency a little.

After the fighting spirit competition ended, Yang Ping'an originally thought that nothing was wrong, but after class the next day, he was stopped by Meng Yiran, and he looked a little unfriendly.

Meng Yiran and the other two girls looked a little angry: "Yang Ping'an, you must be the Long Xing Tian Xia player who fought with me yesterday. I didn't expect that we are actually classmates."

Yang Pingan was puzzled: "Mr. Meng, we are just having a normal fighting spirit competition, is there any problem?"

Meng Yiran seemed to have been wronged. "Just because it was an ordinary fighting spirit competition, you actually used such heavy hands yesterday. Isn't that a bit too much?"

Yang Pingan was speechless for a while: "Miss Meng, I didn't hurt you at all yesterday, how could I have been so harsh? Besides, as long as you participate in the fighting spirit competition, you must be prepared to die at any time. This is the danger that soul masters need to face at any time."

Meng Yiran was furious: "What do you mean by that? I clearly had such a big advantage yesterday, but you only won by accident. Now you've made me a joke in the eyes of my grandparents. No, I want to fight you again."

Yang Pingan couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Meng, if we can be assigned to compete together, I will naturally fight with you."

After finishing speaking, Yang Pingan walked away without paying any more attention to the young lady. His current strength and talent were both deviant, and associating with these talented young ladies would only bring humiliation to himself.

In the following time, Yang Ping'an went to school during the day and did weight-bearing exercises on his lower abdomen to hone his body to the extreme. After the exercises, he took a medicinal bath and continued to participate in the fighting spirit at night. His life was relatively simple.

I don’t know if it was because of bad luck, or if it was a deliberate arrangement by the fighting spirit arena, but Yang Ping’an actually met Meng Yiran many times in the fighting spirit competition. However, after various fierce battles between the two sides, basically each had a win or a loss. Yang Ping’an had a slight advantage, but it was not a big advantage.

Meng Yiran is indeed a little genius. Her fighting ability seems to be improving. She is worthy of being the granddaughter of the Dragon Man and the Snake Woman. She must have practiced hard in secret, or someone in her family is guiding her.

Another thing Yang Ping'an did was to take whale glue many times. About every week, Yang Ping'an took a piece of whale glue.

The method of use is the same every time. Basically, every time Yang Ping'an feels that he has adapted to the changes and enhancements in his body through exercise, he starts taking whale glue again.

It must be said that whale glue is indeed a treasure. After consumption, it does not have any side effects on the human body. The only side effect is that it has a little aphrodisiac effect. Every time after taking whale glue, I always feel that my physical fitness has reached another limit, and the speed of soul power improvement will also increase a little bit, but it can not increase soul power by one level like the first time I took whale glue.

As for the issue of money, Yang Ping'an is no longer worried about it. For almost half a year, Yang Ping'an has participated in nearly 150 fighting spirit competitions, with basically more wins than losses. In total, he has accumulated nearly one million gold soul coins, not counting the cost of continuous use of whale glue.

After more than half a year of hard work, Yang Ping'an's soul power increased by three levels and finally reached level 29. This speed of improvement has exceeded his previous speed. You must know that even when he first started practicing, Yang Ping'an only improved his soul power by two levels at most every year.

The battles with the great soul masters no longer gave him any pressure, and the whale glue had no effect either. Yang Ping'an thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to go out for training. Otherwise, it would be difficult to improve to the last level, and he always felt that he was stuck in an inexplicable bottleneck.

That morning, Yang Ping'an went directly to the Education Department, hoping to ask the director for help in asking for leave, after all, the training trip would take a long time.

The Dean of Studies is Meng Yiran’s father, and the only son of Long Gong and She Po. His name is Meng Chuan, and he is a Soul Saint-level warrior.

Yang Ping'an had met this dean of studies several times, mainly during grade meetings and occasionally during ordinary classes for each class.

After Yang Ping'an knocked on the door and entered the dean's office, Meng Chuan was concentrating on writing something quickly, not caring at all about being suddenly interrupted.

"Student, what do you want to do in the teaching office?" Meng Chuan's voice was very low, and he didn't even raise his head.

Yang Pingan quickly bowed and saluted: "Director Meng, I am Yang Pingan from the Ferocious Beast Class. I would like to ask for a long vacation. Now my soul power has reached level 29, and I feel that I have reached a bottleneck. I would like to go out and train for a while."

Meng Chuan then looked up at Yang Ping'an, still buried his head and continued writing: "Student Yang Ping'an, I have heard that he is the most hardworking student in the fierce beast class, and also the student with the strongest combat power. The growth of a soul master needs to be gradual, and there must be no crooked ways."

"I remember that you were only level 25 when you entered school. You have only been in the Ferocious Beast Class for half a year, and your soul power has reached level 29. This improvement speed is very fast. Did you use any special methods to improve yourself?"

Yang Pingan was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect that the director of the teaching department actually knew about his soul power improvement. He quickly denied it: "Director Meng, I have only been practicing hard for the past six months. Every day, I am in the fighting soul field except for classes. I have not been to any other place, and I have not used any method to forcibly improve my soul power."

Meng Chuan suddenly put down the pen in his hand and raised his head. His eyes seemed to be captivating, and he exuded the pressure of a Soul Saint.

(End of this chapter)