Golden Generation Falls Flat

After a while.

Everyone else had been cleared out.

Hu Liena and Chrysanthemum Douluo, who had originally come to stop them, silently stood off to the side.

Powerless to do anything but watch this so-called sparring match.

Still, Hu Liena was worried about Lin Ning. She quietly spoke to Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo, could you help Xiao Ning later, just in case?"

Hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo gave Hu Liena a speechless glance before silently nodding.

Seeing him nod, Hu Liena relaxed slightly and said nothing more.

Only Chrysanthemum Douluo himself continued grumbling inwardly.

Help her?

I'm fucking worried she'll hit too hard and kill Yan outright!

Why did you all always think a child had to be weak?

Heh, youngsters!

What a joke!

How was a Soul Ancestor supposed to defeat a Soul Douluo?

Did they really think someone who had instantly killed a ten-thousand-year Mystic Gold Vicious Wolf had just gotten lucky?

That sword strike!

It could easily pierce the Mystic Gold Vicious Wolf's skull.

Likewise, it could easily pierce Yan's head.

Right now, the only thing Chrysanthemum Douluo was thankful for was that Yan still had some brains. He had actually called it a sparring match, saying he merely wanted to teach her a lesson.

Otherwise?

Heh heh...

Chrysanthemum Douluo truly did not dare imagine the outcome.

At the same time, the one big and one small figures began their battle.

Yan stood where he was as a wild, scorching heat abruptly erupted from him.

Just like before, his body swelled dramatically under the effects of his first two Soul Rings.

Yan's bulging muscles once again became as hard as granite, covered in flames and burning with heat.

These were Yan's defensive Soul Rings, as well as a defining trait of his martial soul.

The Flame Lord was a fire-and-earth dual-attribute martial soul.

Scorching, sturdy, and powerful.

Though these were only two Yellow Soul Ring skills, they allowed Yan to stand alone against most Soul Ancestors.

However...

That only applied to ordinary Soul Ancestors, not a genius Soul Ancestor like Lin Ning.

Moreover, Lin Ning was not a Soul Ancestor at all!

The next moment, Lin Ning's chubby little face filled with disdain and disgust, and her childish voice rang out.

"Pfft, you're so ugly, and you still came out to scare people!!"

Being looked down on so openly by a six-year-old child made Yan's eyes turn cold. A fiery red glow instantly erupted from him as he flung a fireball toward Lin Ning.

"You? I'll show you the gap between you and Spirit Hall's Golden Generation!!"

Yan's voice was cold, but it carried a trace of pride.

This was Yan's confidence!

As a member of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation and Spirit Hall's youngest recipient of the Purple Record Medal.

Yan had every reason to be confident!

He was one of the finest Soul Masters of the younger generation!

In his eyes, only Xie Yue and Hu Liena, who were also members of the Golden Generation, could compare to him.

That was also why Yan had always harbored affection for Hu Liena.

"This fireball carries the Flame Lord's flames. Feel it properly!! There aren't many Soul Ancestors who can take it!!"

Lin Ning snorted disdainfully. Facing that fireball, she merely summoned a small sword.

Her little hand gripped the sword. No Soul Rings appeared; only a terrifying Sword Intent faintly flowed within it.

The moment that Sword Intent emerged!

Before the fireball could even approach Lin Ning, it was scattered by the Sword Intent.

Yan, who had been about to summon more Soul Rings, stiffened, his face filled with shock.

"What is going on!!"

In truth, Yan had already seen Lin Ning take down several Soul Masters earlier, so he had taken her very seriously.

Yan might have been a little impulsive and cared about his pride, but he was not an idiot.

He knew Lin Ning was undoubtedly powerful.

Otherwise, she could not have dealt with several Soul Grandmasters so easily.

Underestimating an opponent was irresponsible toward oneself, so Yan had been watching Lin Ning's every move, wanting to observe her martial soul and wait for an opportunity.

Who would have thought!

Those strange eight spider legs did not appear.

Instead, only a small sword appeared!

A small sword would have been one thing, but it did not even have any Soul Rings.

Yan had merely sensed a terrifying force before his fireball was instantly scattered.

Moreover!

That force was not Soul Power, which made Yan find it even more inconceivable.

However, Yan had no time to think further. Without another word, he directly summoned two Purple Soul Rings.

Hellfire!

A huge flaming giant vaguely appeared behind Yan.

Terrifying flames erupted instantly, crimson light filling the entire sky as they rushed straight toward Lin Ning.

Facing the flames that filled the sky, Lin Ning still looked as though nothing had happened.

Lin Ning glanced at the sky and, realizing some time had passed, muttered.

"Little brother's pot should be hot by now, right?"

"Mm, I need to finish this quickly. We still haven't found any food! It's all this ugly freak's fault!"

Thinking of that, Lin Ning glared at Yan indignantly, gripped her small sword, and swung it fiercely in his direction.

"Village Chief Grandpa told me that he comprehended this sword strike after losing to some expert!"

"It's called Sword Intent. You have to pour your emotions into it!"

"Right now, I'm very angry. You interrupted my meal! I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

As her words fell, a black Sword Qi nearly ten zhang tall instantly slashed out, hurtling directly toward Yan.

Yan was shocked by the might of that strike.

But!

Seeing that it had no Soul Ring, coupled with his confidence that his defense was invincible among those of the same rank, he prepared to take the attack head-on!

Yan's fourth Soul Ring flashed, and countless bubbles of Molten Lava Surge burst up from beneath the ground, surging toward Lin Ning.

Molten Lava Surge!

However...

Yan's fourth Soul Ring skill was utterly useless before that Sword Qi.

The terrifying lava was cleaved in half by the Sword Qi, temporarily split apart, while the countless bubbles exploded before they could even touch it.

In an instant, the Sword Qi struck Yan squarely.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, Yan, who had received the Sword Qi with his body, immediately felt the granite covering him shatter and dissolve into energy.

After breaking through the granite defense, the Sword Qi struck Yan squarely.

Pfft!

The Sword Qi raged, blasting Yan's entire body away as his face flushed crimson.

"How is this possible!! I'm Spirit Hall's Golden Generation! How could I lose!!"

Yan could not believe that his proud defense had been broken so easily.

What was more, even his third and fourth Soul Ring skills had been like paper before that sword strike, shattering at the slightest touch.

How could the unwilling Yan possibly let things end there? Instinctively, he tried to rise and continue fighting.

However...

That Sword Qi had hit him solidly, and Yan truly could not gather any strength.

Just then, seeing that Yan could still move, Lin Ning spoke in surprise, saying something incredibly hurtful.

"Oh, so you really do have something to you!!"

"I withdrew ninety percent of my Sword Intent, and you still managed to take it!"

Everyone: ???