The Eight Inner Gates Show Their Might! (Please Recommend!)

"Boss, here are one hundred Gold Soul Coins. I'll take all your formation diagrams."

Ling Qing looked up toward the voice and saw a white-clad youth standing there. His skin was fair and delicate, his features refined, and he was exceptionally handsome. He held a money pouch full of Gold Soul Coins.

Sure, you're a tiny bit better-looking than me, but does that give you the right to cut in front of me, Lord Ling Qing?

"Hey, who are you? Can't you see I was the one buying these?" Ling Qing stood up and looked at the youth.

The youth glanced at Ling Qing, a teasing expression appearing on his face. "Did you pay?"

"Damn!"

Ling Qing's eyes widened. Ever since transmigrating to Douluo Continent, he had never encountered anyone this arrogant and overbearing—Xiao Wu excluded. She had only just entered human society and did not understand anything.

"I was just about to pay! If not for you, I'd have already paid and taken the formation diagrams!" Ling Qing said, hands on his hips and neck stiffened.

"Tch!"

That single "tch" instantly made Ling Qing unable to suppress his anger. "Are you Che Guevara or something? Tch? Let me tell you this—today, you're not getting these formation diagrams!"

"You're that confident?" the youth asked, his red lips parting slightly.

"This young master is exactly that confident!" As he spoke, Ling Qing released the aura of a Soul Master.

"Hehe!"

Immediately afterward, the youth also released a Soul Master's aura.

Seeing the conflict between the two grow more intense, the boss trembled continuously. He was merely an ordinary person, while Ling Qing and the youth were clearly Soul Masters—perhaps even members of some great clan. They were people he simply could not afford to offend.

"My lords, I... I'm just an ordinary merchant. I... I..."

Ling Qing glanced at the boss and took a pouch of Gold Soul Coins from his clothes. It was all his money, twenty coins in total. The boss clearly had fewer than fifteen formation diagrams, so at his asking price, it was more than enough.

"Boss, take the money. Put down the diagrams and get out of here."

With that, Ling Qing tossed the money pouch to him.

The boss caught it, roughly judged the amount inside, and hurriedly thanked him.

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!"

Then he quickly left, not even taking the wooden stool he had been sitting on.

Because of the Soul Master auras emanating from Ling Qing and the white-clad youth, the surrounding commoners had long since retreated far away. Only a few people who believed themselves strong enough and wanted to watch the excitement remained.

Xiao Wu and Tang San stood behind Ling Qing, while an old man in black robes stood behind the white-clad youth.

Ling Qing had not noticed the old man in black at all earlier. It was only after the crowd dispersed that he spotted him.

Seeing that the black-robed elder made no movement at all and merely stood quietly behind the white-clad youth, Ling Qing realized that he might have acted rashly.

Tang San also sensed the pressure coming from the black-robed elder and pulled Xiao Wu behind him.

The white-clad youth was the one who broke the stalemate. He put away his money pouch, bent down, and prepared to pick up the formation diagrams from the ground.

"Whoosh."

Ling Qing grabbed his wrist with his left hand while reaching for the formation diagrams with his right.

Naturally, the youth moved to stop Ling Qing as well, and the two seized each other's wrists.

Ling Qing's fingers accidentally brushed against the back of the youth's hand. It felt like fine mutton-fat jade—unusually smooth and soft.

The youth forcefully broke free from Ling Qing's grip, stood up, and immediately kicked toward Ling Qing's chest.

Ling Qing twisted sideways and dodged the attack.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Ling Qing gestured for him to halt.

"Since we're both Soul Masters, how about we have a match? Whoever wins gets these formation diagrams. What do you say?" The more important reason behind Ling Qing's suggestion was that he feared the black-robed elder might intervene.

"Sure!" The youth agreed immediately, without the slightest hesitation.

Then Ling Qing and the youth moved to the main street nearby.

The crowd had already scattered, leaving the road completely empty. The streets of Nuo Lan City were as wide as a four-lane road from Ling Qing's previous life, more than enough for the two of them to fight.

Ling Qing took his stance and summoned his Scythe of Severance. A yellow soul ring circled beneath his feet.

Yet after seeing Ling Qing summon his martial soul, the white-clad youth merely smiled faintly and clasped his hands behind his back.

Damn, that arrogant?

Ling Qing then put away his martial soul as well and raised his middle finger at the white-clad youth.

"I don't need to use my martial soul to deal with you either."

After hearing that, the teasing in the youth's expression deepened.

"Go, Ling Qing!" Xiao Wu flung her right arm upward and cheered for him.

Tang San merely gave a quiet hum, but his eyes were filled with absolute faith in Ling Qing.

Ling Qing spat lightly and threw a punch at the white-clad youth.

Although Ling Qing knew the youth should not be weak, he had not expected him to be so fast. With a flash, the youth avoided Ling Qing's attack.

Tang San, watching from the side, frowned. The white-clad youth was incredibly fast, no slower than he was.

After dodging Ling Qing's attack, the youth swept out with a leg kick aimed at Ling Qing's head.

Ling Qing bent backward and avoided the sweeping kick. The youth then planted his right foot at high speed, twisted his body, and brought his left leg down toward Ling Qing again.

Because Ling Qing's body was still bent from evading the youth's first attack, he could not dodge this one.

So he crossed his fists and blocked the downward kick. But because of the force behind it, Ling Qing's body dipped even closer to the ground. Fortunately, his stance was stable enough that he did not fall.

With a burst of strength from both arms, Ling Qing knocked the youth's left leg away and took the chance to regain his balance.

Ling Qing leaped up again and kicked his right leg at the white-clad youth, only for it to be dodged once more.

Taking advantage of the moment Ling Qing landed, the white-clad youth threw a straight punch at Ling Qing's handsome face.

No hitting the face, got it?!

Naturally, Ling Qing would not let him hit his handsome face. He brought both arms together and blocked in front of himself.

"Ow, damn it."

Ling Qing's arms did not feel the blow, but his stomach instead took a heavy flying kick.

He was way too fast. His fist had clearly come out, but what arrived was...

A foot.

Ling Qing looked at the youth's slender frame and had never expected him to possess such strength. That kick felt as though he had been rammed by a bull. The only difference was that a bull had sharp horns that would leave two holes in his stomach. Now, however, his blood and qi churned while his stomach spasmed.

Bang!

Ling Qing crashed heavily to the ground.

"Ling Qing!" Xiao Wu covered her mouth and cried out in worry.

"Qingzi isn't his match." Tang San shook his head, regret showing on his face.

Looking at the bedraggled Ling Qing, the white-clad youth said calmly.

"I won."

Ling Qing wiped away the blood welling at the corner of his mouth. "It's not over yet!"

With a kip-up, Ling Qing sprang back to his feet.

"Opening Gate, open! Gate of Rest, open!"

The moment he opened the Gate of Rest, the pain in Ling Qing's body immediately vanished.

Although the pain would grow even worse once the Gate of Rest closed. But since he had already decided to show off, he had to see it through even if it brought him to tears!

"Take this!" Ling Qing said.

The white-clad youth looked at him curiously. He felt that something about Ling Qing had changed.

"Whoosh!"

Ling Qing threw a punch, and the white-clad youth's expression instantly changed. He hurriedly crossed his arms before himself to block.

"Scrrrt..."

The punch struck his forearms and sent him sliding two meters backward.

His shoes scraped across the ground, leaving a black streak behind.

The white-clad youth looked utterly incredulous. How had this guy suddenly become so fast?

Xiao Wu and Tang San, watching from the side, also gaped in shock.

Ling Qing's speed was twice what it had been before! They had not even seen the movement clearly, only a blur followed by the sound of shoes scraping against the ground.

As the saying went: strike while he's down and finish him off!

Ling Qing would not give him a chance to react. He rushed forward in a single step and swept his right leg toward the youth's waist.

The white-clad youth hurried to dodge, but Ling Qing still caught his clothes. The sleeve on the youth's arm was kicked apart, exposing an arm as white as a scallion stalk.

Tch, a little boy taking better care of his skin than a girl. Ling Qing mocked inwardly.

By comparison, Ling Qing's daily training on the field had given his entire body a healthy wheat-colored tan.

"Hah!"

The youth swept his left leg across, and Ling Qing immediately raised his right leg to block.

Thud!

"Hiss—"

Their legs collided, and the youth immediately cried out in pain.

Only then did Ling Qing remember that he still had twenty kilograms of iron strapped to his legs. He had already treated that weight as part of his body.

The youth immediately withdrew his left leg, and a faint wave of Soul Power spread from his body.

The two exchanged blows again. Boosted by Soul Power, the white-clad youth became even faster!

After countless more exchanges, Ling Qing retreated and widened the distance between them.

At this rate, I'll definitely lose. No, he still hasn't even summoned his martial soul. I can only open the Gate of Life.

"Gate of Life, open!"

A low voice came from Ling Qing's mouth. His blood began to surge at an accelerated pace, and his entire body turned crimson from the rush of blood.

Tang San immediately noticed Ling Qing's change, curiosity appearing in his eyes. Was this what Ling Qing had been training so hard every day?

The white-clad youth also grew serious as he watched Ling Qing transform.

"Be careful!"

The moment his words fell, Ling Qing's figure vanished!

Tang San was even more shocked, while Xiao Wu's mouth hung open.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of air tearing came from beside the white-clad youth's ear, making his expression change.

Fortunately, he had prepared himself in advance and raised his right hand to block.

Ling Qing's kick left afterimages in the air, and its force was immense.

Bang!

The white-clad youth was kicked flying by Ling Qing.

Immediately afterward, Ling Qing flashed forward and appeared behind him.

Eighteen Styles of Awei!

With his fists stacked together, Ling Qing swung them down heavily. He believed that this blow would end the match!

"Hm? Damn!"

A powerful wave of Soul Power erupted from the white-clad youth's body.

The youth's Soul Power blazed as fiercely as the sun. By Ling Qing's estimation, this youth's Soul Power had already surpassed level twenty!

Tang San also clearly sensed the youth's Soul Power, and his expression could not help turning solemn.

A circular Soul Power shield burst from the white-clad youth's body and directly flung Ling Qing into the air. Once again, Ling Qing experienced the "impact of a bull!"

Damn you!

The moment he landed, Ling Qing spat out a mouthful of blood!

"Ling Qing!" Tang San cried out.

"You win," the youth's voice came.