Young Lord Qin He Is Mighty

"Indeed, it was the result of deep accumulation and sudden brilliance! I finally understand!"

On the podium, Yu Xiaogang's eyes flashed with admiration, as though he had grasped something.

"Grandmaster, what exactly do you understand?"

Zhao Chong, standing nearby, was still utterly confused, but he could not help asking.

"Headmaster, don't you understand yet?"

"Young Lord Qin He was born with Innate Full Soul Power. He should have hunted a soul beast and obtained a soul ring to raise his level long ago, so why did he choose not to? Why did he remain at his original level all this time?"

Yu Xiaogang immediately countered.

On Douluo Continent, every ten levels, one had to hunt a soul beast and obtain its soul ring before one could continue raising one's Soul Power level.

Qin He had remained at Level 10 Soul Power and never hunted soul beasts. Many people had racked their brains without understanding why. Now, it seemed Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang might know the answer?

"You mean Young Lord Qin He has been compressing his Soul Power, increasing its quality so that his combat strength after breaking through will be greater?"

Headmaster Zhao Chong was no fool. He understood in an instant, then revealed an incredulous expression.

How was that possible?

How could Young Lord Qin He have accomplished such a thing?

Everyone knew that compressing Soul Power was an extremely complicated matter.

Working painstakingly to compress Soul Power could indeed improve its quality, but it did not increase one's strength as quickly as simply raising one's Soul Power level!

Most Soul Masters were eager to raise their levels quickly. Once they had accumulated enough Soul Power, they would immediately go hunt soul beasts.

Slowly compressing Soul Power?

To them, that method of increasing strength was far too dull and far too time-consuming!

Qin He was only six years old. A six-year-old child had actually endured the tedious process of compressing Soul Power and even compressed it to such an extent!

With Level 10 Soul Power, he could display the strength of a Level 20 Great Soul Master. The quality of that compressed Soul Power was unimaginably high!

Looking toward Spirit Hall's delegation, everyone there seemed to have realized this as well, and shock filled their faces.

"Hahaha! Qin He, no matter how deeply you hid it, you finally gave yourself away!"

Among Spirit Hall's delegation, the linen-clad elder Salas had clearly thought of the same thing and burst into laughter.

Although Spirit Hall had lost two matches in a row, Salas felt that he had finally seen through Qin He.

"Compressing Soul Power is no easy path! So Qin He has such great ambitions!"

Salas sighed.

Continuously compressing Soul Power could continuously improve its quality.

If a Soul Master used this method of compressing Soul Power at every stage of cultivation,

then by the time that Soul Master became a Level 99 Limit Douluo, there would be a great chance that they could defeat the Gods!

But!

Across the entire Douluo Continent, no one had ever achieved such a thing!

Moreover, no Soul Master on Douluo Continent had become a God for over a hundred years. Defeating the Gods was nowhere near as simple as it sounded!

Even so, Qin He had at least taken that first step. Compared with those Soul Masters who lacked even ambition, the gap was simply enormous!

Watching everyone suddenly come to a realization, Qin He himself still wore a baffled expression.

"You all figured something out again? What exactly did you figure out this time?"

As a Level 1000 God, divine pressure was simply something beyond his control.

Everyone present was wildly imagining things. Who knew what they had come up with?

After all, that was how the world of Douluo Continent worked. One could not accurately judge another person's strength merely by their aura; one had to look at the soul rings on their body!

Qin He appeared to have no soul rings. No matter how powerful his aura was, they would never imagine that Qin He was actually a Level 1000 powerhouse!

Qin He was having a hard time now.

When faced with divine pressure, a protagonist with an unyielding personality like Tang San would at least dare to attack him.

But Spirit Hall's Golden Generation was far too fragile, wasn't it?

I haven't even made a move, and you people already pissed yourselves from fright. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Qin He had originally planned to lie on the ground and play dead, but the other guy had already fainted. Would doing that now be seen as an insult?

This was too hard!

I just want to lose a match. Why is it so difficult?

"Young Lord Qin He is indeed formidable. I, Engels, concede!"

At that moment, a tall man stepped out from Spirit Hall's Golden Generation delegation and politely waved at Qin He.

"My name is Ye Liangchen. I admit that I am no match for Young Lord Qin He, so I will not humiliate myself."

Another member of Spirit Hall's delegation stepped forward to surrender, his smile exceedingly bitter.

"My name is Zhang San. Young Lord Qin He, Spirit Hall Academy will defeat you one day!"

Zhang San first made a harsh declaration, then shook his head unwillingly and conceded anyway.

The moment Chen Xing stepped onto the stage, he had been frightened into wetting himself. He had utterly disgraced himself before everyone!

Fighting Qin He might not have been dangerous, but such an embarrassing thing—did Spirit Hall's Golden Generation not care about their pride?

Besides, Qin He obviously looked incredibly strong. They certainly could not defeat him, so why waste more time?

As Spirit Hall's Golden Generation members went onstage one after another to concede, everyone was dumbfounded!

"What is wrong with you people from Spirit Hall?"

"This is an Exchange Meeting! Friendship comes first, competition second. At least have a match—why are you conceding right away?"

"Exactly! Young Lord Qin He is right. He values Spirit Hall's experts greatly, so why won't you come onstage?"

"Students of Spirit Hall, don't tell me you're scared!"

Seeing this, the Notting Academy students were all elated!

Earlier, Spirit Hall's people had all been arrogant and had not regarded Notting Academy as worthy of notice!

But now, as soon as Young Lord Qin He appeared, one had pissed himself in fright and all the rest had surrendered. The change was far too sudden!

"Hahaha, Boss Qin is awesome! Did you see that? That's my boss!"

Over at Dorm Six, Xiao Chenyu laughed excitedly, the fervor in his eyes even greater than before!

When Young Lord Qin He had defeated Tang San before, Tang San had merely been a nobody. What was so impressive about that?

But look now—Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, the Golden Generation that had swept through countless academies across Douluo Continent, had all been frightened into surrendering!

What was real prestige?

This was real prestige!

The atmosphere instantly reached its peak!

After six consecutive concessions, even Qin He realized that something was wrong. His face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot!

Damn it! What the hell are you all praising me for? I want to keep a low profile! I want a peaceful life!

Qin He grumbled inwardly without pause.

Once news spread that he had defeated Spirit Hall's Golden Generation one against seven, all the major powers of Douluo Continent would probably cling to him and never leave his side!

If that happened, how could he live an ordinary life in the future?

Qin He glanced at the final member of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, the girl Hu Liena, and could not help taking a deep breath.

"Miss Hu Liena, are you going to concede as well?"

"I think your strength is no weaker than mine!"