In the battle with Meng Li, although he seemed to have the upper hand, it was not easy to defeat a level 44 strong attack system.
In close combat, the protective light shield alone had already caused Yu Xiaowei a lot of trouble.
It was worthy of being the fourth soul skill of the Soul Sect. Relying on the protective ability of this light shield, Meng Li launched an attack style that completely countered the injury, and several of his punches hit Yu Xiaowei's weak points.
He was too excited when fighting and didn't feel any pain, but once he relaxed, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs.
Fortunately, Yu Tianheng and the others were there, and with Ye Lingling's treatment, his injuries recovered quickly.
That night.
Qin Ming was surprised to find that Yu Tianheng and the others had suddenly become very diligent in their cultivation, which was completely different from their previous attitude of taking one step at a time.
Several students from the Royal Fighting Team also kept their distance from Yu Xiaowei, wanting to get as far away from him as possible.
After repeated inquiries, Yu Tianheng finally reluctantly said that Yu Xiaowei had killed a level 44 Soul Master in the Great Soul Fighting Arena.
After learning the news, Qin Ming was stunned at first, then he beat his chest and cursed Meng Shenji, the blind Soul Douo, for giving such a good seedling to the Blue Overlord Academy.
He completely forgot that it was he who told Meng Shenji that although the boy was talented, he could not control his own power. Combined with his hot temper, he had no hope.
Since that day, the enraged Qin Ming had been taking Yu Tianheng and the others to the Grand Spirit Fighting Arena to compete every day.
They never returned before midnight.
If two words had to be used to describe the current Royal Fighting Team, those words would be: completely numb.
It was truly unbearable. With Ye Lingling around, they couldn't slack off.
Injured? Ye Lingling would heal them.
Win a battle? Without the dream of a winning streak, what kind of soul master are you?
Lose a fight? Then step up and win it back. If you don't even have the courage to do that, what kind of soul master are you?
Every night, when the members of the Royal Fighting Team returned to the hotel, they would rush for food like starving tigers. Even the most graceful Ye Lingling looked like a starving ghost.
From that moment on, Qin Ming became like a demon in their hearts—second only to the killer Yu Xiaowei.
There was still nearly a month left until the Royal Academy exchange.
Qin Ming planned to continue sharpening the Royal Fighting Team here. After all, the Xingluo Royal Academy had made it clear that there would be two Soul Masters, and relying on Yu Xiaowei alone wouldn't be a big problem.
At first, he wanted to invite Yu Xiaowei to join in team spirit fights.
As a result, that person immediately said to him, "I can defeat a level-30 team on my own. What's the point of team fights with them?"
Qin Ming choked on his words and was left speechless. After that, the Royal Fighting Team came back every day.
After several days of spiritual recovery, Yu Xiaowei had emerged from the shadow of the killing.
In the fighting arena, although he spoke arrogantly to show off, when he actually killed Meng Li, his mind went blank.
He recalled that when he had just awakened his martial spirit, Yu Luomian had taught him that the world of soul masters was cruel, and sooner or later, he would encounter such a moment.
But he never expected that day to come so suddenly.
"Once you're in Douluo, you have no other choice."
He couldn't help but sigh as he walked down the street.
Because he had killed Meng Li, the Evil God Team was forced to disband.
The silver battle spirit known as Godzilla also destroyed the entire city of Silvis overnight, and people were talking about it everywhere—in the streets and alleys.
The story was that the Soul God had massacred the Soul Sect, Meng Li had been chopped to pieces, and most outrageously, Godzilla transformed into a soul beast and devoured Meng Li on the spot.
At first, Yu Xiaowei listened with great interest, but the more he listened, the more wrong it felt. Eventually, he stormed off in anger.
Damn it, those rumors were completely unreliable.
How could a handsome, graceful, and well-mannered man be rumored to be a cannibal?
He couldn't walk those streets anymore, so he returned to the hotel angrily.
Just as he was about to open the door, he realized something was wrong.
The lock had been tampered with...
But the technique used was clumsy, leaving obvious signs of forced entry—it seemed the person was a beginner.
If it was a beginner, then it would be easy. They couldn't even cover their tracks—how strong could they be? After estimating the strength of the intruder, Yu Xiaowei confidently stepped through the door.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered, he caught the scent of a stranger in the room.
A faint body scent.
There was also a faint smell of blood.
"A woman?"
Yu Xiaowei raised an eyebrow and pretended not to notice anything. After locking the door, he walked toward where the intruder was hiding.
Behind the bedroom door.
Sure enough, as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, a sharp blade was placed against his neck.
"Don't move, don't scream, or I'll kill you with one slash."
A cold voice said, slightly breathless.
"It really is a woman."
Yu Xiaowei thought to himself, raising his hands and pretending to be frightened, "W-Who are you? I'm telling you, my family is very rich. Don't hurt me—my father can give you as much money as you want."
At the same time, he began to assess the intruder's strength in his mind.
Her sword was drawn very quickly but lacked power—she was likely an agile-type attack soul master.
Her voice was weak and she smelled of blood all over, suggesting she was injured.
Her soul power wasn't strong—probably not above level 30—so she was a beginner.
Her methods were crude, and she clearly wasn't a professional lock-picker. Not a single thing in the house had been turned over, so she wasn't a thief.
In short, this intruder wasn't here to steal. She was probably wounded and hiding here.
In a flash, Yu Xiaowei had formed a general impression of the intruder.
"I don't want money, and I don't have any ill intentions toward you. I need food and water. Bring them to me."
"Oh, okay, but could you move your knife away from me? I won't say anything. I'm a shy person, and you're scaring me."
After hearing Yu Xiaowei's nonsense, the intruder hesitated for a moment, then withdrew her sharp blade and said coldly:
"Hurry up."
Yu Xiaowei pursed his lips. Is this how you ask for help?
He calmly walked to the bedside, pressed the button to call the attendant, and politely asked them to bring dinner and water.
Throughout the process, he noticed that the intruder was hiding in the ceiling.
Her cold gaze was locked onto him, as if she would kill him the moment he made any strange moves.
Fortunately, the attendant brought the food quickly. The lock-picker let out a sigh of relief. Once Yu Xiaowei locked the door again, she jumped down from the ceiling.
Yu Xiaowei finally got a good look at her true appearance.
She was an incredibly beautiful girl, who looked about eleven or twelve years old. She had messy black hair, fair skin, and a curvy figure that didn't match her age. If you didn't look at her face, you'd think she was a grown woman.
In contrast to her mature body, the girl's expression was extremely cold, as if she had no life within her. Her dark eyes showed nothing but numbness.
"Thank you."
After taking the food from Yu Xiaowei, she politely expressed her gratitude.
Even so, she cautiously kept her distance from him and shrank back into a dark corner.
After checking the food and confirming it wasn't poisoned, she devoured it ravenously.
At the same time, her eyes never left Yu Xiaowei.
Sitting upright on the sofa, Yu Xiaowei couldn't help but wonder what kind of past had made this girl so wary of everything around her.