"How could that be? Even if you were a Soul Emperor like that girl, participating in this tournament wouldn't necessarily guarantee that you could take first place!"
"Could it be that you're a Soul Saint?"
At this, Huo Wu looked at Su Yu with a puzzled expression.
Seeing the doubt and scrutiny on Huo Wu's face, Su Yu's lips curved into a faint smile.
"My strength isn't at the Soul Saint level!"
Huo Wu was instantly relieved and nodded inwardly. That made more sense!
Su Yu looked only a few years older than her. How could he possibly have reached the Soul Saint level?
A Soul Saint needed decades of arduous cultivation, and even after spending an entire lifetime, one might not necessarily reach that realm.
She picked up her teacup and took a sip, just about to say something more when Su Yu's voice rang out again.
"I'm indeed not a Soul Saint. I'm a Soul Douluo."
Pfft!
The tea Huo Wu had just put into her mouth sprayed out directly, splashing onto the table in front of her and leaving behind a wet stain.
Huo Wu's entire body froze. Her eyes widened, and it took her a long while to find her voice again. Her tone was filled with disbelief.
"You—you said what? A Soul—Soul Douluo?"
Soul Douluo!
That was already the rank of the top experts on the continent!
Her father, the dean of Blazing Academy, was only a Soul Douluo himself.
"You... How could you possibly... You're joking, right?"
Huo Wu's voice trembled slightly. She would rather believe that Su Yu was teasing her than accept that this was real.
Seeing her shocked, discomposed appearance, Su Yu said with a smile:
"No, my strength really is at the Soul Douluo level. If you don't believe me,