Wu Ling thought about it. He also wanted to see how powerful the Seraphim Martial Soul was, so he simply agreed. "Sure. But we stop at the proper point."
Aurelia nodded. "Agreed."
Seeing that Aurelia was already a little impatient to stand up, Wu Ling set down his teacup. "Come on. Not in my house. Let us fight at an arena."
"Fine. I only want a spar. Destroying your house would not be good."
Wu Ling blinked twice after hearing Aurelia's words. "Did the old man not tell you about my Spirit Skills or abilities?"
Aurelia looked at Wu Ling's subtle expression and answered in confusion, "What is wrong? Grandfather originally wanted to tell me, but because I wanted to fight you, and because you knew nothing about me, I stopped him for fairness."
Wu Ling found the word fairness extremely hard to understand. "Heavens, listen to that. Fairness. Is that something one of the final antagonists should say? As expected of the Angel God's heir. Compared to you, Tang San, who spends all day thinking about sneak attacks and murder, looks more like a villain."
Suppressing the urge to complain out loud, Wu Ling raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
Aurelia had only just become puzzled when the room's transformation shocked her.
Countless arrays surfaced across the walls. And not only inside the room. Through the window, she could see that the courtyard outside, even the sky above it, was covered in those unknown arrays.
At the same time, Aurelia felt the circulation speed of her Spirit Power decrease by thirty percent. Her ability to absorb external Spirit Power also fell by thirty percent. A strange pressure settled over her body, lowering her speed and reactions by several degrees.
Besides that, several red arrays on the wall gave her a sense of danger. It felt as if, as long as she remained in this courtyard, she absolutely could not escape.
"How is it? Not bad, right? I made all of these arrays with my third Spirit Skill back when I was still a Spirit Elite. Attack, defense, suppression, reinforcement. Those are the four main types. Right now, I have only activated part of the suppression."
"If I opened everything, you would not stand a chance. Even a Spirit King who came here would need to use real strength to break it. Judging by your Spirit Power, you have not reached Spirit Leader yet, have you?"
"Because your Martial Soul quality is extremely high, the suppression dropped from fifty percent to roughly thirty percent. But if you really want to fight here, I can tell you clearly that your chance of winning is probably under ten percent. And that ten percent is only because you are pretty."
Aurelia was somewhat embarrassed by Wu Ling's blatant teasing, but she was far more shocked.
"Did you not say you were a support-type Spirit Master?"
"I am. I enhance myself, weaken the enemy, and attack or defend a little on the side. That is obviously support-type."
Aurelia opened her mouth, wanting to say something. But her excellent upbringing of more than ten years forced all those words back down. She changed them into another sentence instead.
"Then come. If that is the case, you no longer need to worry about the house being destroyed. Here and now, spar with me."
Wu Ling frowned and stared at Aurelia. "Why is this girl exactly like her grandfather? One is stubborn, and the other is even more stubborn. Is this the Angel family's tradition?"
In the end, under Aurelia's determined gaze, Wu Ling agreed to fight her here.
Then Wu Ling shut down some arrays, leaving only the active arrays that reinforced the buildings' defenses.
"No need to turn them off. Leave every array active. According to what you said, if you shut them down, would that not be the same as disabling one of your Spirit Skills?"
"Show me your full strength. No holding back."
"I only said my third Spirit Skill made these. I never said my third Spirit Skill can only make this... Fine. If you truly want to fight me at full strength, then as you wish."
Feeling that suppressive power descend around her again, Aurelia released her Martial Soul.
Two pairs of enormous golden wings spread behind Aurelia. In front of her, four Spirit Rings appeared in perfect order: yellow, yellow, purple, purple. "My Martial Soul is the Seraphim. I am a level-forty-nine assault-type Spirit Meister."
Wu Ling opened his palm, and the Unregistered Spirit Origin silently appeared above it. Four Spirit Rings, yellow, purple, black, black, also appeared soundlessly in front of him.
"My Martial Soul is the Heroic Spirit Disc. I am a level-forty-three support-type Spirit Meister."
Aurelia had no attention left to spare for Wu Ling's self-introduction. Her eyes were fixed entirely on his Spirit Rings.
Even she, a genius among geniuses with a divine-grade Martial Soul and innate level-twenty Spirit Power, still had Spirit Rings within a reasonable range. Yet what was she seeing today? A Spirit Meister with yellow, purple, black, black Spirit Rings.
It felt like preparing to fight someone with two watermelon knives, only for the opponent to pull out a water drop. That sense of dimensional reduction was enough to make a person cry out that physics no longer existed.
Wu Ling clapped twice and pulled Aurelia's attention back. "All right, all right. You can look as much as you want later. I will show you whatever you want to see. For now, let us spar."
Wu Ling's words snapped Aurelia back to herself. "Right. The spar matters most. I am the heir of the Angel God, a genius with innate level-twenty Spirit Power."
"So what if his swordsmanship makes Grandfather praise him? So what if he has some flashy arrays? So what if he has a few unusually colored Spirit Rings? I..."
Aurelia's voice grew quieter as she continued. She had already sensed the lack of confidence in her own heart.
"Come. Let us begin, for the glory of the Angel God. My first and fourth Spirit Skills: Angel Charge and Sacred Flame!"
Golden flames wrapped around Aurelia's fist. A few nearby arrays even showed signs of dissolving.
"Now, come at me head-on!"
A little over ten minutes later, Aurelia was pressed to the floor by Wu Ling... no, by Wu Ling's arrays. Her originally luxurious clothing had been torn apart by Wu Ling's Spirit Power bullets and sword strikes, revealing large patches of pale skin.
But compared with the state of her body, what Aurelia found harder to accept was the overwhelming difference in strength.
"The gap... cannot be this large."
Wu Ling stood beside her, holding a steaming cup of hot tea and taking a leisurely sip. "Relax. A protagonist who cannot be invincible among his peers is no protagonist at all."