Chapter 121 Soul Master Competition Finals
Chen Xin withdrew his gaze, not angered by the hurtful words, but instead sighed, his eyes revealing a trace of the vicissitudes of time.
"You are still young, a time when you are full of vigor and feel that you can go anywhere in the world."
Chen Xin slowly sheathed the Seven Kill Sword and sighed:
"You don't understand. When a person stands tall enough and has seen the sights of this world, they will naturally know that human strength has its limits and where their own limits are. That's not fear, but a sense of awe."
Ye Liuyun raised an eyebrow, the curve of his lips still sharp, and uttered only four words:
"Cowardice before the battle even begins?"
"..."
Chen Xin's emotions, which had just calmed down, were instantly ignited, and the veins on his forehead throbbed violently twice.
He turned his head sharply, staring intently at Ye Liuyun, really wanting to draw his sword and give the kid a good whack.
"You little rascal...you really have a sharp tongue!"
Chen Xin was so angry that his beard trembled, and he took several deep breaths to suppress the urge to punch someone.
"Who's afraid! I've roamed the world for decades, and I've never been afraid of anyone. I just... just want to pass on the essence of the Seven Kill Sword before these old bones break!"
Seemingly to cover up the embarrassment of being rebuked, Chen Xin changed the subject and directly turned the tables on him:
"Hmph, all talk and no action. If you're not afraid, why don't you stay in your sect and participate in the Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies?"
Chen Xin pointed in the direction of Martial Soul City, his tone slightly provocative:
"Then why not go and prove to the world what it means to be the supreme leader of the younger generation? What kind of skill is it to argue with an old man like me in these deep mountains and forests?"
At this point, Chen Xin seemed to remember something, and his expression became slightly more serious:
"Judging by the time, the All-Continent Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies has reached its finals. I have to say, this team is truly unexpected."
He glanced at Ye Liuyun and said meaningfully:
"I thought Tang San was strong enough, but I didn't expect that little girl named Xiao Wu to suddenly unleash her power, which is truly terrifying. Without her, Shrek Academy might not have made it to the finals. Along the way, it was almost just her and Tang San who carried the entire team into this place."
"Xiao Wu... has an outburst?"
A rare look of surprise appeared on Ye Liuyun's usually calm face.
He didn't care about the competition; Ning Fengzhi would usually mention it when he came back.
That silly rabbit who only knows how to eat carrots and go shopping for clothes?
That "big sister" who would rather lie down than sit, and who would rather rely on her talent than cultivate?
Ye Liuyun's mind instantly replayed the days he spent in Notting City.
Back then, Xiao Wu spent her days either fighting or eating, drinking, and having fun. Relying on the terrifying foundation of a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, she managed to reach level 29 by the age of 12.
Ye Liuyun often thought that if this girl could have half of Tang San's diligence, she would have been on top of the world long ago.
"I never expected this..."
A complex light flashed in Ye Liuyun's eyes, and then an uncontrollable smile of fatherly satisfaction appeared on his lips.
"After leaving me, this girl actually learned to work hard and improve herself?"
Since even a titled Douluo like Chen Xin, who is arrogant and haughty, used "explosion" and "carrying the flag" to describe it, it shows that Xiao Wu really put her life on the line this time and her strength has improved by leaps and bounds.
The feeling is like watching your good-for-nothing child, who only knows how to play all day, suddenly stand in front of you with a perfect score on a test and tell you that she wants to be the top scorer in the college entrance exam.
It was both unexpected and gratifying.
Before the smile of relief could fully bloom on his face, a barely perceptible shadow of gloom crept up Ye Liuyun's brow.
Although the acacia blossoms concealed their true nature, who can say for sure what might happen in the heat of battle?
Now that she can actually "carry the team" with Tang San to the finals, it means that she must be going all out in the battle.
What kind of place is Wuhun City?
That was the core area with the highest concentration of Title Douluo on the entire continent, right under the nose of Pope Bibi Dong.
I have to say, that silly rabbit is really bold.
"just in case..."
Holding the bear in both hands, Ye Liuyun's fingers unconsciously tapped his arms, the rhythm a little off.
This moment of hesitation and worry, as keen as a dust-covered mind, naturally did not miss.
He held the Seven Kill Sword, which he had just polished to a gleaming shine, and glanced sideways at Ye Liuyun, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Oh? You were just lecturing me about forging ahead without hesitation, so why are you frowning now?"
Chen Xin leaned closer, his sharp eyes filled with the satisfaction of revenge, his tone perfectly sarcastic:
"What are you hesitating about again? Tell me, and make this old man happy too."
Ye Liuyun was taken aback and looked up at the disrespectful Sword Douluo.
This old man looks like a wise and sage, but he's actually quite cunning.
"I didn't expect you to have such a sharp tongue."
Chen Xin, in a good mood, joked.
"Not as good as you."
Ye Liuyun shook his head helplessly, then took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his chaotic thoughts.
When he looked up again, the hesitation in his eyes had been replaced by calmness and determination.
"However, I'm sorry to disappoint you."
Ye Liuyun abruptly stood up, brushed away non-existent dust from his sleeves, and pointed his gaze straight to the distant south, his voice firm and resolute:
"I'm not like you. I didn't hesitate."
He turned his head, looked at Chen Xin, and a confident smile appeared on his lips:
"Right now, I'm going to do what I need to do."
"Let's go! To Wuhun City! To watch the finals."
...
Wuhun City, the sacred place in the hearts of all soul masters across the continent, has completely shed its former prosperity and hustle and bustle, leaving only a suffocating solemnity and iron-bloodedness.
The midday sun shines on the majestic dome of the Papal Palace, reflecting a dazzling golden light, as if the gods are looking down upon the world.
The air was filled with thousands upon thousands of intertwined and swirling soul energy fluctuations.
This is a direct manifestation of the Spirit Hall's highest decree—only Spirit Masters are allowed to enter.
Whether they were incredibly wealthy merchants or powerful but soulless nobles, they were all shut out by those two heavy iron gates.
Even the most inconspicuous residents of Wuhun City who can stand here are all Great Soul Masters with a Soul Power of Level 20 or above.
Thousands of elite Soul Masters from all over the continent, teachers and students from various high-level academies, and warriors of the Spirit Hall in silver armor filled the stands to the brim.
Their eyes were fixed intently on the central arena, the battlefield where the younger generation would rise to prominence.
Directly in front, where the best view is, is a row of extremely luxurious VIP seats.
On one side of the Heavenly Battle: Crown Prince Xue Qinghe sat upright on the left. He still had a gentle and refined appearance, with a proper smile on his lips, but deep in his eyes, there was a faint glint of desire to control the situation ahead.
The Star Luo side: The representative of the Star Luo Empire had a cold face and tiger-like eyes, staring intently in the direction of Tian Dou, which was the instinctive hostility between sworn enemies.
There are also lone strongmen like Dugu Bo.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School group stood out in the most prominent position in the VIP section.
Sect Leader Ning Fengzhi, dressed in elegant white robes, held a scepter and exuded charm.
Those who can sit here are all influential figures who can stir up a storm with every step they take.
Just then, a high-pitched chant of ceremonial rites resounded through the sky:
"His Holiness the Pope has arrived!"
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