The Son's Embrace

The two Divine Sons had begun to vie with each other, which somewhat surprised the people present. After all, they had been chatting quite happily before this.

The crowd speculated that perhaps it was because they were both geniuses of their respective families, and so were naturally drawn to one another. Or perhaps it was simply because they were of the same age and shared similar interests and topics.

Around them, children of the same age gathered in small groups or stood apart. Some laughed and chatted, while others watched silently.

Yet although there were quite a few outstanding children among them, not one dared step onto the arena to challenge the two Divine Sons.

The aura emanating from the two youths was simply too imposing, carrying an invisible pressure that made people instinctively feel awe and distance.

As everyone discussed among themselves, the host announced the rules for today's gathering.

Standing on the stage, he smiled and gestured to the crowd. "Honored guests, please proceed to the arena outside and let the young talents of our various families display their abilities."

The crowd rose one after another and headed toward the arena.

Outside the hall, a spacious arena had long been prepared, with seats and tea tables arranged around it.

"It's finally time for the exciting part. I've been waiting impatiently," someone shouted excitedly.

"Exactly. I'm also curious to see just how capable Wu Siwu and the Jia Meng Family's young lady really are," another person echoed.

"I'll bet a hundred spirit stones on Wu Siwu winning," a voice called from the crowd.

"Tch, everyone knows Wu Siwu will win," someone replied disdainfully.

"Then I'll bet that Jia Meng Mo can hold out for a few rounds," someone else proposed a new wager.

"Not a bad idea." The crowd eagerly voiced their agreement.

Hearing the surrounding discussion, Jia Meng Mo's heart stirred slightly.

Before Wu Siwu, a genius blessed with six rays of light, she truly had little chance of winning.

"Mo, why don't we place a bet too? I'll bet on you winning, then I'll deliberately lose to you and make them pay up big time."

Wu Siwu held a string of candied hawthorn in his hand, a mischievous smile curling at his lips.

"That was exactly what I had in mind. But there's no need for you to go easy on me—I might be the one who beats you instead," Jia Meng Mo replied in a joking tone.

Wu Siwu froze, and his previously carefree expression instantly became much more serious.

Originally, he had only agreed to take part in this gathering because he could not withstand the repeated pleas of the old man back home. He had never taken a contest among children of the same age seriously.

After all, even many of the family's elders were no longer his match, let alone these little children who were only six years old.

He had completely forgotten that he himself was only six.

He had not expected someone to challenge him today—and Jia Meng Mo did not look like an overconfident fool who did not know her own limits.

He scrutinized Jia Meng Mo intently, as though trying to see through the thoughts of this peer.

"I didn't expect you to be so confident. Fine, then. I'll wager all the spirit stones I have on myself to win. Let's see who ends up regretting it more." Sparks of excitement flashed in Wu Siwu's eyes.

"Deal." Jia Meng Mo answered without hesitation.

Seeing Jia Meng Mo agree, Wu Siwu immediately ran off to place his bet, then leaped onto the arena to wait for her.

Seeing Wu Siwu take the initiative to enter the arena, the onlookers tacitly refrained from sending their own children up. They knew this contest would be a clash between two gifted youths.

The only one capable of fighting Wu Siwu was Jia Meng Mo.

Jia Meng Mo slowly walked forward. Her steps were unhurried, yet every one of them seemed filled with strength.

She stopped before Wu Siwu. The two faced each other, and an invisible force seemed to collide between them.

Though both were only six years old, the aura around them grew increasingly powerful as it struck against the other's, making even some less capable spectators feel stifled.

On the arena, the two figures stood exceptionally tall. Their gazes met, and it seemed that an invisible contest had already begun between them.

This clash would become an important milestone in both their lives.

"Is that really the aura two six-year-old children can possess?" someone murmured in disbelief.

"As expected of the Wu Siwu Family's young master—he truly lives up to his reputation. But how can the Jia Meng Family's young lady also radiate such a powerful aura?" Another person's eyes widened, his voice full of astonishment.

"Jia Meng, you've really kept things hidden well." The Wu Siwu Family's patriarch looked at Jia Meng Mo, a look of admiration flashing through his eyes, before turning to Jia Meng with a smile.

Jia Meng's heart tightened, though he maintained a calm expression. Inwardly, however, he was secretly delighted.

He had merely intended to borrow Jia Meng Mo's status as a Divine Son to bolster the Jia Meng Family's prestige. He had never imagined that she truly possessed such formidable strength.

He silently cursed, Damn it, how was I supposed to know?

Yet outwardly, he showed no weakness. "Who says only your family's Divine Son can be called a Divine Son?"

Not far away, the patriarch of the Fu Family wore a dark expression.

He stared fixedly at Jia Meng Mo and Wu Siwu on the arena, his eyes filled with jealousy and unwillingness.

He thought bitterly, Why can't my Fu Family produce such a prodigy? Why do two heaven-defying little monsters have to appear instead?

His fists clenched tightly, as though that could slightly ease the anger in his heart.

At that moment, Jia Meng Mo stood on the arena in black clothing, which made her figure appear especially slender and upright. Her eyes shone with unwavering determination, as though they could pierce through everything.

Her aura was no weaker than Wu Siwu's, and the air between them seemed to solidify.

Wu Siwu looked at Jia Meng Mo, excitement flashing in his eyes. It seemed he had found a true opponent—an adversary worthy of making him go all out.

He revealed a sinister smile, as though he had found some hidden treasure.

"I hope you can give me a good fight." Gojo Satoru's voice echoed through the night sky. His figure flickered, and he instantly charged at Jia Meng.

His movements were swift and fierce, like a bolt of lightning shooting straight toward Jia Meng.

Jia Meng refused to be outdone. He quickly countered, engaging Gojo Satoru in a fierce clash.

With a deafening bang, the two collided like twin meteors, kicking up a cloud of dust that made the surrounding spectators retreat several steps in fright.

As the dust settled, the two had already begun exchanging rapid blows. Their afterimages flashed continuously across the arena, like two phantoms intertwining atop the platform.

This Limitless technique is really troublesome. There's no feeling at all when fighting him. Jia Meng considered a countermeasure as they fought.

Limitless is sustained by cursed energy as well. Every attack he blocks consumes cursed energy, while the Six Eyes can reduce that consumption. His own cursed energy reserves are also immense. At this rate, I won't be able to wear him down.

Gojo Satoru had noticed the problem as well. Without hesitation, he rapidly formed hand seals and shouted, "Technique: Shi Style!"

In an instant, a blue sphere of light formed in his hand. A powerful suction force radiated from it, dragging in the surrounding ground and forming an enormous ball of stone.

However, Jia Meng had been prepared. His figure flashed, and he dodged the lethal attack, avoiding being sealed inside the stone sphere.