Chapter 8: You Go Down

Only after the Elder announced the result did the surrounding spectators react.

"Tch, to think he actually made someone concede based on his looks."

"How shameless, he's actually exploiting the fact that girls like him."

"Exactly, exactly, even if he is the personal disciple of Jian Douluo, he shouldn't be like this..."

"……"

The crowd, unaware of the truth, reached a specious conclusion, while the youths of the same age began to condemn him one after another.

It was hard to tell if they were truly standing up for justice, or if they were simply jealous that Qin Jian was good-looking...

"I don't believe all his opponents are girls; once a male Spirit Master gets on stage, they will definitely beat him up."

Gu Yue, who had just won a match on the sidelines, didn't look happy at all; he wanted to see Qin Jian beaten to the ground even more.

As it turned out, in the second match, the opponent was still a girl...

Soon, there was another little girl on the sidelines who had fallen for him at first sight...

This further incited public anger; the youths gritted their teeth one by one, wishing they could land a punch on his face.

In the third match, living up to expectations, a boy finally stepped up.

"Su Jiang, 9th-level Battle Soul Scholar, martial soul Earth Wolf, Qin Jian, take this!"

Without another word, he charged forward, and the group of youths below danced with excitement, eager to see Qin Jian get taught a lesson.

But Qin Jian only smiled lightly, then looked straight at Su Jiang, a faint, almost imperceptible pink Sword Qi flashing in his eyes.

"You... go down..."

He said it just as casually as before.

Yet it made the numerous youths off-stage sneer: "He still thinks his opponent is a girl!"

But the next moment, a scene that made everyone's jaws drop appeared once again.

The speed at which Su Jiang was charging slowed down, and in the end, he actually stopped in front of Qin Jian, then silently turned around and walked off the stage just like that...

The whole arena was silent.

"Hey, Su Jiang, why did you just come down?!" a youth finally questioned.

Su Jiang shook his head, looking somewhat dazed as he said: "I don't know either... I just suddenly lost all hostility toward him..."

The crowd looked at each other in dismay.

"Influencing an opponent's heart without a sound, what a terrifying soul skill..."

Gu Douluo's expression was somewhat solemn: "Old man Jian, this disciple of yours has a boundless future."

Ning Fengzhi also said: "This soul skill isn't impossible to defend against; I finally sensed the fluctuation of soul power just now. It should be because the opponent wasn't of the opposite sex... However, Jian Shu, he hasn't shown any offensive power until now; it doesn't look like your disciple."

Jian Douluo laughed for a rare moment: "Sect Master, just wait and see."

In the following matches, everyone kept their eyes on Qin Jian, but they were also quite speechless.

Because regardless of gender, as long as they met Qin Jian, the result was always them walking off the stage themselves.

This was killing both men and women alike...

Until the final match arrived, the bout between Qin Jian and Gu Yue.

"Final match, the two combatants, Qin Jian, Gu Yue."

Before the presiding Elder could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong began to shout: "Go Qin Jian! You must win!"

But this action of hers was like setting off a bomb; all the youths around the arena became angry.

"Go Gu Yue! Go Gu Yue!"

"Beat him to the ground, and we'll acknowledge you as our boss!"

"Exactly, don't be a coward! Don't you dare walk off yourself!"

"……"

The public sentiment was surging, leaving the surrounding Elders and the Sect Master unable to laugh or cry.

No one expected Qin Jian to provoke such public anger, and even Ning Rongrong was startled by this scene.

"Old man Jian, if this little guy Qin Jian uses the same trick again and makes Gu Yue lose like this, he won't be able to survive among the younger generation of the sect in the future..." Gu Douluo shook his head and said.

"He shouldn't continue like that in this battle, I guess..." Jian Douluo said uncertainly.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Qin Jian and asked curiously: "If he doesn't use that soul skill, relying only on his 11th-level soul power, it should be impossible for him to defeat the 15th-level Gu Yue."

"11th level?"

Gu Douluo was somewhat surprised: "He finally leveled up by 1?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded and said: "Indeed, it seems he just leveled up a few days ago."

"We'll see once we watch..."

Jian Douluo's gaze looked toward the arena with anticipation.

He really wanted to know what level of soul power Qin Jian was currently at; looking at Ning Rongrong's performance, it should at least be... 12th level, right?

In the arena.

Gu Yue clenched his fists and looked at Qin Jian, shouting coldly: "Don't think you can defeat me like that again!"

"Gu Yue, 16th-level Defense Type Battle Soul Master, martial soul, Bone Dragon!"

"He's 16th level?"

Ning Fengzhi said in surprise: "It hasn't been many months since his last increase; this little guy's talent is extremely high."

Gu Douluo nodded with self-satisfaction: "He is still very diligent in his cultivation."

Hum.

In the arena, a Yellow soul ring rose from beneath Gu Yue's feet, causing another uproar from the crowd below.

After all, most Spirit Masters' first soul rings were at the ten-year level; the hundred-year level would exceed the limit of what most people's bodies could absorb. Only genius Spirit Masters could absorb hundred-year soul rings, and Gu Yue was clearly among them.

"Little Gu is a defense-type Spirit Master, his physical constitution is inherently much stronger, so he absorbed a Soul Ring that reached three hundred years."

Gu Douluo said not without pride, then looked at Jian Douluo and said: "Old man Jian, I just don't know what level Qin Jian's first Soul Ring is?"

Jian Douluo held his arms across his chest and gave a cold snort: "Just watch and you'll see."

In the arena, Gu Yue had already finished releasing his Soul Ring and martial soul, and everyone looked at Qin Jian, wondering if he would say again: "You should go down..."

If he did, they would all vomit blood...

Fortunately, Qin Jian did not disappoint them; he faced Gu Yue and said earnestly: "I have never had a proper fight with you, this time I will give you respect."

Hum.

A Yellow Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet.

The entire arena was silent.

"This color is the purest hundred-year Soul Ring..."

Gu Douluo's expression changed: "Old man Jian, exactly how many years is your disciple's first Soul Ring? It doesn't look like one or two hundred years."

"Heh, Old Gu, Jian'er's Soul Ring reached the limit he could accept..."

On Jian Douluo's wooden face, an irrepressible look of pride emerged: "This is a 900-year Soul Ring!"

"900 years?!"

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Douluo stood up in shock at the same time.

"How is that possible?! No one can possess such physical strength at eight or nine years old!"

Gu Douluo's incredulous appearance made Jian Douluo secretly delighted.

He thought to himself: "Indeed, no one can reach it, but Jian'er is not a human; he is a Million-Year Soul Beast Humanoid Spirit Beast!"

In the arena.

Qin Jian ignored the rising and falling clamor around him; he just looked at Gu Yue, who was also full of shock on the opposite side, and then said loudly: "Qin Jian, level 14, Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, martial soul, Qing Sword!"

"Wh... what?!"

Ning Fengzhi, who had just sat down, stood up again all of a sudden: "Four... fourteen?!"

Gu Douluo didn't react immediately: "Sect Master, what level did you just say he was a few days ago?"

Ning Fengzhi's face twitched: "A few days ago, he was just level 11..."

(End of this chapter)