Chapter 7: Love at First Sight on the Competition Stage

On a day with bright sunshine, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was exceptionally lively.

As for Ning Fengzhi, the lineup following him with two Peak Douluo naturally garnered the most attention.

"Eh? Who is that? That youth standing behind Jian Douluo."

"I don't know, rarely seen. Could it be that youth with Innate Full Soul Power whose soul power has been unable to increase?"

"It must be him. This time he's competing against Gu Yue again; it's no surprise he'll lose again..."

"..."

The bits of discussion drifting over from time to time finally made Gu Yue's expression look better. He couldn't help but cast a provocative glance at Qin Jian, but seeing that the other's gaze was only resting on Ning Rongrong and didn't notice him at all, he felt another wave of stifled frustration.

"Just wait, Qin Jian, I will beat you to a pulp on the stage once again," he clenched his fists and said in his heart.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi continued: "Rongrong, as a partner you will be working with for a long time to come, it must be the strongest among the next generation of combat personnel in our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, otherwise you won't be recognized by others."

"Dad, can't I even choose the one I like?" Ning Rongrong pouted.

Ning Fengzhi hesitated, but still hardened his heart and said: "Rongrong, usually Dad can indulge you, but this time it concerns the sect's rules, and Dad cannot make an exception for you."

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Qin Jian, also somewhat surprised that he could gain his precious daughter's favor in such a short time.

"Besides, you should also believe in the person you want to choose; he will definitely win first place, won't he? Dad believes Rongrong's judgment is the best."

Provoked by Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong didn't even think and said: "Rongrong's judgment is of course the best!"

Having finally persuaded his daughter, Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

And at this time, they had already arrived near the competition stage.

The number of people for the partner selection tournament, which only happens once every five years, was naturally not small. At a glance, the area around the competition stage was full of heads.

Qin Jian walked with Jian Douluo and the others to the most conspicuous position in the center. Ning Fengzhi, Jian Douluo, and Gu Douluo took their seats, while he, Ning Rongrong, and Gu Yue stood behind them.

"This time, a total of thirty-two direct disciples are selecting partners, but there are sixty-four Battle Soul Masters participating in the selection."

Ning Fengzhi explained the situation of this competition casually: "Therefore, those who are defeated in the first round will have no chance to partner with direct disciples and will be assigned to the ordinary combat ranks in the future to guard the sect's safety."

Hearing this, Gu Yue glanced at Qin Jian and said: "Don't you go losing to even a Soul Scholar under level 10."

At their age, being able to cultivate to near level 10 is already a genius, so among the contestants, there was almost no one above level 10 besides Qin Jian and Gu Yue.

"That's no need for you to worry about," Qin Jian said casually.

Hearing the gunpowder smell coming from behind, Jian Douluo and Gu Douluo looked at each other with a tacit understanding, as if sparks flashed, then they simultaneously snorted coldly and turned their heads away.

Ning Fengzhi could only smile helplessly.

These two Super Douluo have fought their whole lives, and now they have even brought the juniors into fighting...

"The first match is about to begin. Will the contestants please go down to draw their order."

The Elder presiding over the competition carried a large wooden box into the arena.

Qin Jian and Gu Yue looked at each other, walked down from the viewing stand at the same time, and headed toward the arena.

"Qin Jian, you must win!"

Just at this moment, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but cheer for Qin Jian, unintentionally dealing a blow to the high-spirited Gu Yue.

Qin Jian couldn't help but smile, then turned back and waved at her.

Soon, everyone finished drawing lots.

The competition stage was not large, with only four platforms, so eight people went down to compete each time.

And Qin Jian was actually in the first match.

His opponent was a young girl wearing a pink short skirt.

"My name is Lin Yu, level 9 Battle Soul Scholar, my martial soul is a Spirit Fox."

A white light shone on the girl's body, Martial Soul Possession, and she quickly assumed an attacking stance.

But Qin Jian remained motionless, still standing at the edge of the arena with his hands behind his back.

"Qin Jian, Battle Soul Master, martial soul, Qing Sword."

His words left everyone at the side of the arena confused; only Jian Douluo knew that his martial soul and his own name were read exactly the same way.

"Heh, not even daring to report his soul power, is he afraid of being looked down upon for that level 10 soul power that hasn't budged in three years..." Gu Yue curled his lips and mocked.

The next moment, he was met with Ning Rongrong's angry little glare...

"The competition begins!"

At the Elder's command, the four battle platforms started simultaneously, but only Qin Jian's side was a bit strange, because he was still standing motionless, just looking at Lin Yu opposite him and smiling.

"Uh, Qin... Qin Jian... why aren't you activating your martial soul?"

Lin Yu didn't know why, but her head felt slightly dizzy, and the way she looked at Qin Jian gradually became dazed.

"I am already using my soul skill, you should be careful yourself."

Seeing her bewildered look, Qin Jian kindly reminded her: "If you can still attack now, maybe you have a slight chance."

But Lin Yu's eyes became increasingly hazy, and in her heart, she only felt that the other was so good-looking, so... liked...

"What is wrong with me..."

She shook her head vigorously, but sank deeper and deeper, and in the end, she even retracted her martial soul, just standing there foolishly looking at Qin Jian.

Then, a scene that made everyone's jaws drop appeared: Lin Yu walked forward a few steps, looked blankly at Qin Jian's face, and murmured: "You are so good-looking, I like you so much..."

"What is this situation?"

"Love at first sight?"

"Love at first sight on the competition stage, are you kidding me!"

"..."

The whole arena was in an uproar.

Central viewing stand.

Ning Fengzhi watched this scene with great interest, then asked: "Jian Shu, Gu Shu, Qin Jian said he has already used his soul skill, but I didn't detect any soul power fluctuations, what about you?"

Gu Douluo frowned: "I didn't sense any soul power fluctuations either."

Thus, both of their gazes fell upon Jian Douluo, but Jian Douluo held his arms across his chest, looking unfathomably profound: "He indeed already used a soul skill."

As for what he used, he didn't know either...

Behind them, Ning Rongrong had no mind to care about these things; she simply had an inexplicable sense of crisis in her heart: "To actually confess in public, how shameless!"

In the arena.

Qin Jian revealed a gentle smile and said: "Then... can you walk off the stage yourself?"

The crowd, who hadn't understood anything at all, was in an uproar once again.

"Isn't it just that he looks good? Does he think he can make someone concede just by relying on that?!" Gu Yue said indignantly.

The next moment, a scene that made everyone's jaws drop appeared.

In the arena, Lin Yu nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I will walk off the stage myself."

Then she hurried off the stage... off the stage... the stage... stage...

The area around the spectator stands was silent.

And Lin Yu, having walked off the stage, soon cleared her head and realized she had already lost, but the strange thing was that she didn't feel anything was wrong, and even thought she had fallen in love at first sight...

"In this match, Qin Jian wins!"

(End of this chapter)