Conflict Outside the Hall, Ghost Douluo Appears

Sun Sheng saw this, curling his lip slightly, his expression dripping with contempt.

Quick-eyed and swift-handed, he casually blocked the kick, standing utterly still.

No matter how hard the guard pushed, he couldn't budge him an inch.

"What strength!"

The guard felt the force traveling up his leg, startled inwardly.

It was like he'd kicked a massive stone elephant—unyielding and heavy.

"Big bro, no need for this, right? I just want to join your Martial Soul Hall. Aren't you guys looking to recruit geniuses?" Sun Sheng said with a faint smile.

Though his smile was mild, his face was plastered with endless contempt.

It pissed off both guards, especially the one who'd struck.

"Heh, a genius? Ridiculous! Go crawl back and suckle milk," the guard sneered.

"Just two watchdogs in front of Martial Soul Hall, and you think you're hot stuff."

"Who are you to judge me?"

"Petty dogs looking down on people."

Sun Sheng wasn't some pushover to be squeezed. Since they wouldn't show respect, sorry, he didn't have to hold back and give them face either.

A mere Spirit King dared to act arrogant in front of him—they should take a piss and look in the mirror to see if they were qualified.

Wang Wu's expression shifted slightly when he heard Sun Sheng's words.

That was way too bold.

The other party was a Spirit King from Martial Soul Hall. Offending them—was that a good idea?

"Brat, you're asking for death!"

The two guards erupted in fury.

The more hot-tempered guard struck again, throwing a punch.

This time, he used his Soul Power.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Sun Sheng saw he wasn't using a spirit skill and wasn't afraid at all.

He swung his right arm and punched back, unleashing the force of ten Goliaths.

Bam!

The fists collided, sending out a fierce blast of air that pushed both back.

Sun Sheng retreated five steps, while the guard took three.

How was that possible!

The guard himself, along with the other one, was utterly stunned at the sight.

Especially the one who'd thrown the punch—he was completely in shock.

He'd felt a tremendous force from the other's fist just now.

If his Soul Power hadn't been so abundant, that exchange alone would've snapped his whole arm.

"A Spirit King from Martial Soul Hall, and that's all you've got."

Sun Sheng flexed his slightly numb fist, sneering coldly.

He hadn't used a spirit skill or Soul Power just now—only the raw strength of his right arm.

And it still unleashed such astonishing power.

No wonder the Goliath Right Arm Spirit Bone, upgraded by the Douluo Leveling System, was so formidable.

"Fine, kid. You've got some tricks."

"You've really pissed me off."

The guard who'd struck snapped back to himself, roared, and summoned his spirit, releasing five spirit rings—two yellow, three purple.

Seeing this, Wang Wu stepped in front of Sun Sheng without hesitation.

He summoned his spirit, the Exploding Lion, with five spirit rings descending: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.

And that deep black ring stood out especially bright.

A ten-thousand-year spirit ring!

When the guard saw Wang Wu's fifth ring, his pupils shrank. He grew wary and hesitated to attack.

Even though his Soul Power was two levels higher, he couldn't overcome the absolute advantage of a ten-thousand-year ring.

If the other party used a ten-thousand-year spirit skill, he wouldn't have a single chance to resist.

Even his fifth soul ring, at a full nine thousand years and nearly ten thousand, could not bridge the gap, nor withstand the onslaught.

Such was the chasm between a Thousand-Year Soul Skill and a ten-thousand-year one.

"Who is causing a disturbance outside the hall?"

At that moment, a man clad in black robes and a hood, his face hidden, exuding a sinister aura, strode out from within Martial Soul Hall.

The two guards trembled at the sight of him, their faces twisting in terror as they bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Elder Ghost!"

Elder Ghost?

Could he be Ghost Douluo?

Sun Sheng was stunned by the guards' address. He quickly raised a hand, signaling Wang Wu to withdraw.

"What is going on here?"

Ghost Douluo cast a sharp glance at Sun Sheng and Wang Wu, his voice harsh as he demanded an answer.

"R-reporting, Elder Ghost. This brat was causing trouble outside the hall. Your subordinate was handling it."

One of the guards, drenched in cold sweat, replied in terror.

"Oh? Causing trouble?"

"Then kill him and be done with it."

Ghost Douluo, upon hearing this, slowly turned his gaze to Sun Sheng, his Soul Power surging around him.

It was clear he intended to strike Sun Sheng down.

Seeing this, Sun Sheng's face changed drastically. He quickly spoke up. "Lord Ghost Douluo, we are not here to cause trouble. We came to join Martial Soul Hall. They barred our entry."

"Elder Ghost, your subordinate had already explained the procedure for joining Martial Soul Hall. Not only did he refuse to listen, but he also tried to force his way into the main hall. That is why we intervened."

The guard who had attacked twice before hastily cut in to explain himself after Sun Sheng finished.

"Heh, ridiculous. Do you speak without using your brain?"

"Martial Soul Hall's main hall is filled with experts, with many Titled Douluo stationed here. Who in this world would dare to force their way in?"

"Are we so bored, so foolish, so tired of living, that we'd court death for no reason?"

"If you hadn't spoken with such contempt and laid hands on us, none of this would have happened."

"If I didn't have some skill, I'd likely be dead by your hand already."

"I beg Lord Ghost Douluo to see the truth clearly and not believe his lies."

Sun Sheng shot back without a trace of fear or hesitation, his expression calm and unyielding.

Such composure earned Ghost Douluo's admiration.

The guard's face turned pale.

Indeed, who in Douluo Continent would dare cause trouble in Martial Soul City? Who would dare storm the main hall of Martial Soul Hall?

It was clearly impossible.

"Oh? Some skill? It seems your talent is not bad."

Ghost Douluo was no genius, but he was no fool either.

After hearing Sun Sheng's words, he could roughly guess the truth of the matter and who was lying.

But he didn't care about that. What caught his attention now was the "skill" Sun Sheng had mentioned.

For someone his age to hold his own against a Spirit King was no small feat.

If he truly had decent talent, it might be worth recruiting him into Martial Soul Hall.

"Lord Ghost Douluo, this humble one believes his talent is indeed decent, which is why he came specifically to join Martial Soul Hall. I beg your approval." Sun Sheng clasped his fists respectfully.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Then let me see just how talented you really are."

"If you prove to be good material, I may bend the rules and let you join Martial Soul Hall."

"But if your talent fails to impress me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

As Ghost Douluo finished speaking, a chilling aura emanated from him.

He wanted to see what kind of talent this brat had that gave him such confidence.

"Rest assured, Lord Ghost Douluo. If this humble one's talent is not worthy of your notice, I will take my own life without you lifting a finger."

Sun Sheng's eyes gleamed with sharp light as he spoke with righteous conviction.

"Good. You have backbone. Show me, then."

Ghost Douluo looked at his confident demeanor and praised him with genuine interest.

Perhaps today, he had stumbled upon a gem.