Victory, Encountering Qian Renxue Again

"Boom!"

Flames swept across the arena, roaring outward and making even the spectators in the front rows feel a wave of scorching heat, their foreheads breaking out in dense beads of sweat.

Then, before everyone's wide-eyed gaze, a flaming lash sent Niu Jun flying. His clothes tore apart, a black burn mark was left across his skin, and the pain made his eyes bulge. In the end, he crashed hard to the ground.

At the same time, using Niu Jun as a shield and relying on his incredible speed, Ma Xuan successfully broke through layer after layer of flaming lashes and reached Ye Zhou's side.

By now, he could no longer regard the person before him as an ordinary gifted child.

This brat... his strength is already no weaker than that of a power-attack Soul Grandmaster!

Ma Xuan leaped into the air, black light bursting from the sole of his foot as he viciously kicked at Ye Zhou's shoulder.

With his Phantom Horse martial soul, after using his first soul skill, the strength in his legs had become terrifyingly powerful.

However...

"Do all you close-combat Soul Masters only know the same move? Too bad—I'm not afraid of it anymore!" Ye Zhou shouted. Then, Three Points Qi erupted around him, forming a fierce protective gale.

"Bang!" Ma Xuan's foot collided with the gale, producing a resounding impact. Then, he was blasted away even faster than he had charged in.

Gripping the Sun Moon Halberd, Ye Zhou seized the chance to attack and swung it outward.

"Bang!" With one strike, he knocked Ma Xuan off the arena.

As for Niu Jun, his injuries were so severe that he had already fallen unconscious.

"W-Won?"

Hovering in the air, the referee looked down at the situation below. Seeing Ye Zhou defeat both opponents on his own, he froze for two seconds before quickly breaking into a smile. Raising an arm and stirring up the crowd's emotions, he shouted, "Congratulations to the Heroic Wind Duo for defeating the Ox-Horse Duo and claiming victory!"

"OHHH!!!"

Many spectators rose to their feet, cheering and applauding wildly.

Who would have thought that this two-versus-two soul battle would turn into a one-versus-two match?

That boy who had won one against two on the stage—he was only seven or eight years old, wasn't he?

A genius!

"Old Yue, take them down for treatment." On the arena, Ye Zhou pointed at Niu Jun and Ma Xuan as he spoke to Yue Buqun in the front row of the audience.

At the Great Soul Arena, injured participants received no treatment. They had to find their own way to deal with it.

One of them had been injured by the protective gale Ye Zhou had developed while cultivating Three Points Return to One Qi, while the other had taken Ye Zhou's first soul skill head-on and been scorched by True Sun Fire. If they were not treated promptly, there would definitely be lasting effects. The latter might even be in mortal danger.

Ye Zhou was not the sort of foolishly kind person who helped everyone. Those who came to participate in soul battles had surely prepared themselves for injury and even death.

However, he thought these two were decent. They had neither mocked him for looking younger than them nor opened with lethal attacks. They had even said they would go easy on him.

Since they were such people, he could help treat them. Once they recovered, perhaps he could recruit them into the Maoshan Sect.

Join Maoshan?

That was right. Maoshan lacked people.

At the top, it had Titled Douluo Shi Jian and Soul Fighting Luo Qian He. Its middle ranks included Soul Saint Dongfang Bubai and Soul Emperor Yue Buqun. But there were not many at the lower levels; so far, they had recruited fewer than a hundred disciples.

Ye Zhou thought these two were pretty good.

At around twelve years old, one had soul power at level seventeen, while the other was at level nineteen. They certainly could not compare to a protagonist group like the Shrek Seven Devils, but in the world of Soul Masters, they still possessed above-average talent.

How could there be so many geniuses in the world?

Maoshan was a sect. Besides geniuses with limitless potential, it also needed lower-level Soul Masters to handle all kinds of miscellaneous work. But those at the very bottom would not do either; that would make the sect seem undiscerning. Thus, Soul Masters with above-average talent like these were the preferred choice.

Heal them first, then try asking whether they were willing to join Maoshan. Ye Zhou felt there was a strong chance they would agree.

Elsewhere, in the audience.

Ning Rongrong sat frozen in her seat, her eyes wide.

"He actually... won?" She found it hard to believe. A boy around her age had defeated two Battle Soul Masters whose soul power was clearly not low? And he had seemed to do it with ease.

Was he... really that strong?

Not far away, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples tasked with secretly protecting Ning Rongrong were also discussing it in hushed voices.

"This Ye Zhou is far too outstanding. I think his soul power has already reached level nineteen, or perhaps even twenty!"

"He's not even seven yet, is he?"

"The young miss isn't seven yet either, but her soul power is only level twelve."

"The young miss's Innate Soul Power is also as high as level nine. She is the most gifted disciple our sect has seen in nearly a hundred years, yet compared to him, she falls so... Is the cultivation speed of Innate Full Soul Power really this fast?"

They felt somewhat jealous.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the Top Three Sects and might possess two Douluo-level powerhouses, so why was their Young Sect Master not as outstanding as another sect's Young Sect Master?

Sigh!

Seeing Yue Buqun negotiate with the Great Soul Arena and direct people to carry Ma Xuan and Niu Jun away, Ye Zhou nodded in satisfaction. He then turned and passed through the special passage amid the audience's frenzied cheers, leaving the arena.

After returning to the waiting area, Ye Zhou sat in a chair, clasped his hands over his dantian, and closed his eyes slightly. He circulated the Three Points Mental Method, rapidly restoring his Soul Power.

By the time he had restored his Soul Power to full capacity and opened his eyes, a golden figure had arrived.

"Junior."

"Senior?" Ye Zhou looked up at the handsome man in splendid robes standing before him, a trace of surprise appearing on his face. He then rose to his feet and asked Qian Renxue with a smile, "What brings you here, Senior?"

That was right—the newcomer was Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe.

After several months of intermittent contact, their relationship had grown much closer. At least, that was what Qian Renxue believed. This brat seemed to have genuinely come to see her as a trustworthy senior.

Hearing Ye Zhou's question, Qian Renxue placed a hand on his head and gently ruffled his hair a few times. "In a few days, the opening ceremony for the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament will be held. On behalf of Father, I'm delivering invitations to the various powers in Heaven Dou City. I happened to pass by the Great Soul Arena and heard you were here, so I wanted to come watch your soul fight. I didn't expect you to have already finished. So, did you win?"

"I won. Easily." Ye Zhou shrugged.

He looked like a child with an overwhelming sense of superiority, one who looked down on every opponent.

Seeing this, the corners of Qian Renxue's lips curled slightly. "Impressive. As expected of Maoshan's Young Sect Master. Since you've finished, why haven't you gone back yet? Why are you still here?"

"I want to fight one more match. I'll go back after that." Ye Zhou answered.

"I see. Looks like I didn't come too late after all. I can still watch your second soul fight."

"Hey—" Just as Qian Renxue finished speaking, a girl in a light cyan short dress suddenly rushed into the waiting area. Arriving before Ye Zhou, she said excitedly, "Xiong Ba, I didn't expect you to be so amazing! No wonder you sent that bad guy flying without even using your martial soul. Are you going to keep soul fighting? If you are, let's team up! I'll boost you!"

"Oh? Rongrong?" Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes slightly and looked down at Ning Rongrong, who had suddenly run over.