Unfathomable Depths

"Did Tang San lose too? Tang San's name has been so famous lately, yet he still failed to defeat even a single person from Spirit Hall!"

"This Ling Ri is just too strong. With a Golden Crow Spirit that can burn all things, I don't think there's any spirit that can counter him!"

"Spirit Hall Academy is too fierce. Now our Notting Academy only has one slot left. Are we really going to get swept seven to zero?"

"Getting swept seven to zero would be a total disgrace! Who's going up last?"

The remaining members of Notting Academy's exchange delegation were already trembling, pale-faced, with cold sweat streaming down their faces.

Everyone at Notting Academy had a very simple wish now. Forget defeating all of Spirit Hall Academy's Golden Generation—they would be satisfied if they could defeat even one of them!

Ling Ri on the stage looked injured. Perhaps they still had a chance?

However!

The last person to take the stage would also bear the greatest pressure!

Winning would be fine, but if he lost the match, the entire Notting Academy would probably curse him until he doubted his own existence!

Qin He!

At this moment, that was the only name in everyone's mind!

Among Notting Academy's students.

"We're screwed now! Tang San is way too useless! He could at least have taken down one opponent!"

Xiao Chenyu smacked his lips, looking thoroughly disdainful.

"Xiao Chenyu, stop talking like it's easy when you're not the one fighting. Our Boss Tang at least injured Ling Ri from Spirit Hall. What about your Young Lord Qin He? He doesn't even dare get onstage, and you've got the nerve to talk?"

Nearby, Wang Sheng from Dorm Seven retorted angrily.

Dormitory Six and Dorm Seven had always been bitter rivals.

When they heard that Young Lord Qin He would not be participating in this Exchange Meeting, the people of Dorm Seven had secretly rejoiced. Their chance to show off had finally come!

The winners of this Exchange Meeting would not only receive academy prize money, but also gain fame and recognition. Who would not want to take part in something so good?

But who could have expected that Spirit Hall's Golden Generation were not the easy experience fodder from the legends? Every one of them was a terrifying wolf in sheep's clothing!

Even Tang San had lost. The only person who might be able to defeat them was probably Young Lord Qin He, who had once defeated Tang San!

On the arena stage, Ling Ri's expression grew even more arrogant after Tang San's defeat.

"Is there anyone else coming up? Where is that Young Lord Qin He your Notting Academy has been boasting about?"

Ling Ri laughed loudly, the contempt in his voice practically overflowing.

"Could Young Lord Qin He be afraid of our Spirit Hall? He doesn't even dare fight in the Exchange Meeting. Isn't that embarrassing?"

That was right!

Although Ling Ri acted this way partly because of his own personality, someone below had secretly instructed him to do so. The purpose was to force Qin He out!

Notting Academy had never been the real purpose of Spirit Hall's visit for this exchange.

The only person they wanted to face was Qin He, whose name had been spreading like wildfire!

"Young Lord Qin He is here!"

Just then, someone suddenly shouted from somewhere in the crowd!

Looking up, they saw a handsome figure appear before their eyes, instantly drawing cheers from the people of Notting Academy!

"It really is Young Lord Qin He! He came after all at the most critical moment!"

"Go, Young Lord Qin He! Beat Spirit Hall to a pulp!"

"Who said Young Lord Qin He was a coward just now? Who said it?"

"With Young Lord Qin He making a move, how can Spirit Hall keep acting so arrogant now?"

Notting Academy's students went from utterly low morale to soaring spirits in an instant!

"Qin He really has given us old men quite a surprise!"

On the viewing platform, Zhao Chong's expression was rather complicated.

Qin He choosing to fight at a time like this undoubtedly meant he would be under the greatest pressure.

That boy was usually incredibly lazy, and it was rare to see him make a move. Against the battle-hardened people of Spirit Hall, he would probably suffer, wouldn't he?

Notting Academy had lost six matches in a row. If Qin He could not turn the tide, Notting Academy's students would probably curse him to death afterward!

And Qin He was only a Level 10 Soul Master. He was a full five levels below Ling Ri!

With such a gap, his chances of winning were practically zero!

"Brother Zhao, don't get your hopes up too high. Qin He didn't come to compete willingly. His father forced him into it!"

Beside him, Yu Xiaogang gave a faint reminder, making Zhao Chong feel as though someone had poured a basin of cold water over his head!

"I thought he was a king, but he turned out to be bronze!"

Principal Zhao Chong's mouth twitched.

Brother Qin Zhan, aren't you setting your son up for disaster?

Your son is only six years old, yet you threw him directly onto the arena to face Spirit Hall's fierce Golden Generation. Don't you feel even a little sorry for him?

In the distance, Qin Zhan grinned broadly, revealing a radiant smile. "Brother Zhao, no need to thank me. It's what I should do!"

"A child needs to be tempered. He can't keep hiding all the time! Is that proper? Even if he loses, he has to collapse on the arena!"

Fine, you really are something else!

Zhao Chong gave him a thumbs-up, then looked at Qin He onstage, who wore an utterly lifeless expression, and sighed deeply.

"I have it so hard!"

On the arena stage, Qin He's dead-eyed expression was not an act. He really was depressed to the point of tears.

As someone who preferred to keep a low profile, Qin He had never planned to participate in this Exchange Meeting!

What benefits could he possibly get from joining this Exchange Meeting?

Gold Soul Coins? Soul Guidance Devices? Fame?

Qin He had already become a god. As a Level 1000 powerhouse, such mortal trinkets were completely useless to him.

But there were far too many benefits to not joining the competition.

For one, people would call Qin He a coward and say he was afraid of Spirit Hall, lowering his reputation. Wasn't that exactly what Qin He wanted?

More importantly, Qin He was lazy.

Instead of wasting time on such a pointless competition, wouldn't it be better to sleep a little longer?

Glancing at Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, who stood eagerly on the arena stage, Qin He sighed inwardly. Fine, I'll put on a show with you, then!

Same old routine: play dead and fall down. I'll boost the reputation of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation by going easy on them, and that'll be that!

Among Spirit Hall's entourage.

The moment Platinum Bishop Salas saw Qin He, he could not help narrowing his eyes. A heart-pounding sense of danger began to rise within him.

"So this is Qin He? He looks utterly ordinary, but why does he give me such a dangerous feeling?"

Salas wondered whether something had gone seriously wrong with his sixth sense.

He was a Titled Douluo. Would a powerhouse of his level actually sense danger from a six-year-old child?

His old eyes must have been failing him. His senses had probably gone dull!

"Everyone, Qin He may look dispirited, but he is actually deeply calculating. This is all an act! Be careful!"

Below the arena, Hu Liena's pretty face was stern. Her phoenix eyes stared unblinkingly at Qin He's back, as though she wanted to see straight through him!

Was this Qin He really only six years old?

Why was it that I, Hu Liena, could not tell what he was thinking at all from his expression or any of his movements?