At the Brink of Battle

"Even ten thousand years from now, it would be impossible for anyone with greater talent than mine to appear."

Huo Yuhao's voice rang out like a great bell beside everyone's ears. Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned toward the confident Youth standing in the arena.

If anyone else had said something so arrogant, they would probably have been drowned in the crowd's spit long ago. But this person happened to be Huo Yuhao.

He had long since proven his talent to everyone through his actual achievements.

"Perhaps it really is as Huo Yuhao said. Even ten thousand years from now, there will never be another Genius like him."

This thought involuntarily surfaced in many people's hearts.

Gu Yuena blinked unconsciously. Although Huo Yuhao was not wrong, for some reason, Gu Yuena found it strangely unsettling.

As for Hu Liena beside him, she had already cupped her cheeks and exclaimed dreamily, "Wow, Yuhao is so handsome! Just as expected of the little boy I like." Hu Liena's eyes were filled with admiration and infatuation. She had always been an open and forthright girl, and her adoration for Huo Yuhao was written all over her face, without the slightest attempt to hide it even before everyone.

Qian Daoliu took in everyone's reactions, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Even he felt that Huo Yuhao's words had been far too arrogant, let alone Xue'er.

After all, when it came to talent alone, Xue'er's innate twentieth-level Soul Power was the strongest on the entire continent.

Sure enough, after hearing Huo Yuhao's confident declaration, Qian Renxue was so angry that she laughed.

"I thought you really had some incredible ability. I never expected you to be an arrogant, conceited lunatic."

Qian Renxue's voice carried a trace of mockery. Her bright eyes remained fixed on Huo Yuhao, as though she wished to see through his heart.

Yet Huo Yuhao's gaze remained calm and indifferent, without the slightest change because of Qian Renxue's words.

"Even ten thousand years from now, no one with greater talent than you could appear? Are you telling a joke? I can tell you clearly right now that someone more talented than you is standing before you at this very moment. That person is me, Qian Renxue."

Qian Renxue's words were filled with confidence.

Seeing Qian Renxue gradually being drawn into his rhythm, Huo Yuhao revealed a slightly relieved expression.

He took a deep breath and secretly rejoiced. He had finally managed to steady the Little Angel before him.

Huo Yuhao knew that all he had to do next was naturally propose a battle with her. Once they fought, this matter would presumably be over.

Thus, Huo Yuhao said to Qian Renxue in a calm tone, "In that case, let us have a fair duel. Regardless of the outcome, I hope we can become friends."

Huo Yuhao smiled and slowly extended his right hand toward Qian Renxue.

"Hmph, wait until you earn my recognition before saying that. After all, the weak are not worthy of being my friends." Qian Renxue snorted disdainfully, but her gaze was involuntarily drawn to Huo Yuhao's outstretched hand.

Although she felt somewhat dissatisfied with Huo Yuhao, Qian Renxue could not resist that inexplicable pull. As if possessed, she reached out and gently took Huo Yuhao's hand. At that moment, she felt a strange warmth and power flow from his palm.

Although this Huo Yuhao is rather annoying, he is quite good-looking, and his palm is warm too.

Qian Renxue thought silently. Her heartbeat involuntarily quickened. And this little fellow's eyes were truly beautiful, his eyelashes truly lovely!

For some reason, after taking Huo Yuhao's small hand, Qian Renxue's thoughts began to drift.

I really want to poke his eyelashes. It would definitely be fun to lightly brush them while he is asleep.

"Ahem, um, Qian Renxue, you can let go of my hand now. It has already been over a minute," Huo Yuhao reminded her awkwardly.

Watching their interaction, Qian Daoliu had already shed tears of relief. He knew it—so long as he found a way to let the two meet, with Huo Yuhao's Succubus-like qualities, the rest would naturally fall into place.

Although the process had been a little winding, the overall result was still quite good.

Hearing Huo Yuhao's words, Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed slightly. She angrily flung away his hand. "Cut the nonsense. Grandfather said that you are only level eighteen right now, but you do have Twin Martial Souls. So, I will use twentieth-level Soul Power and only my first two soul skills. You have no objections to that, do you?"

Qian Renxue had no intention of using her Soul Power Level to suppress Huo Yuhao. She knew that would be unfair, and it would also go against the pride in her bones.

In her Eyes, Huo Yuhao was merely an immature little boy. Before her abundant combat experience and god-grade Martial Soul, Huo Yuhao had no chance of winning.

After all, Huo Yuhao was only six years old. How much combat experience could he possibly have? Qian Renxue was almost certain that she had a ninety-nine percent chance of winning this duel.

Standing opposite her, Huo Yuhao said calmly, "Huo Yuhao, Martial Souls: Spirit Eyes and Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion. Eighteenth-level Power Attack System Battle Soul Master. Please advise."

After he spoke, a purple Soul Ring slowly emerged beneath Huo Yuhao's feet, emitting a faint radiance.

Qian Renxue had long heard from her grandfather that Huo Yuhao possessed a Thousand Year Soul Ring, so she did not display much surprise.

"Qian Renxue, Martial Soul: Six-winged Angel. Sixtieth-level Power Attack System Battle Soul King. Please advise!"

As Qian Renxue's voice fell, five Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and one black—appeared beneath her feet in sequence, forming a shocking halo.

Each Soul Ring represented a stage of her strength, while the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring gleaming with black light brought immense Shocked to everyone's hearts.

"D-Did I hear that right? Her Soul Power Level is sixty? That means she only needs to obtain one more Soul Ring to become a Soul Emperor," someone exclaimed.

"How is that possible? She looks only sixteen or seventeen. How could she have reached level sixty? I am already twenty, yet I am not even a Soul King." Another spectator shook his head in disbelief, looking somewhat dejected.

"What? You do not seem surprised by my strength."

Qian Renxue looked at Huo Yuhao with some confusion.

"There is nothing to be surprised about. If I were the same age as you, I would at least be a Soul Emperor."

Huo Yuhao looked at Qian Renxue with an even tone, as though he were speaking of something utterly insignificant.

"Hehe, still as arrogant as ever. I would like to see what gives you the right to be so arrogant. Second soul skill, Angel's Light Blade!"

With a sharp cry from Qian Renxue, fifteen small golden swords appeared, finally gathering into an enormous beam of light that slashed straight at Huo Yuhao.

Soul Power surged through Huo Yuhao's body, and his eyes had already been dyed with golden light.

"First skill of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm Head Bone, Spiritual Battle Song! Second skill of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm Head Bone, Spiritual Shock!"