Douluo: So You're the One Called the Theory Master? Chapter 36

Now, he was acting like some petty thug, furiously spouting obscenities without restraint, showing no respect whatsoever for the so-called Martial Soul Hall Saintess.

He did not care that she was just a young girl, much younger than him.

Some of his words made Hu Liena's chest heave violently. She truly wanted to teach him a lesson herself.

In Spirit Hall, so what if someone was a Soul Saint? She had never suffered such humiliation before.

But in this situation, she could only wait to vent her anger on Ning Qinghe.

As both sides spoke passionately, the atmosphere in the area became tense and hostile. Fortunately, it was merely the recklessness of the younger generation.

Both sides seemed unable to control their tempers, while the adults they represented remained extremely restrained.

They merely smiled without responding. In truth, this was because both sides had great confidence in their representatives.

Ning Fengzhi trusted Ning Qinghe, while Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo also believed in their Holy Maiden.

After all, she had been carefully trained by their Pope.

Even without such absurd Spirit Ring configurations, her Soul Power Level and combat experience were not to be underestimated.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San seemed to have become irrelevant.

The people present were also somewhat eager to see these geniuses from two great powers clash.

And they did not have to wait long.

"What is going on here?"

Ning Qinghe, who had left the research room and arrived here, looked at the scene in surprise.

Why did it look as though they were about to start fighting?

When he arrived, Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, Hu Liena, and the others all gave him several extra looks.

Yu Xiaogang and Hu Liena, in particular, looked as though they wanted to swallow him whole.

If the timing had not been wrong, that was.

He had no idea just how much Ning Fengzhi's guard trusted and admired him. The guard had already stirred up a wave of hostility against him.

And Ning Fengzhi felt that his son had the makings of a god, so he had not stopped it at all.

In his eyes, this was a fine opportunity for his good son. If Ning Qinghe suppressed the Martial Soul Hall Saintess in one go, then among the younger generation of the entire continent, only Ning Qinghe would be worthy of standing at its peak.

With the two of them working together, the situation had become like this!!!

The arrival of the person involved drew everyone's attention.

"Qinghe."

"Since you're here, I'll leave it to you."

Ning Fengzhi acted as though nothing had happened.

As if he had not just tacitly allowed someone to provoke trouble.

"Young Master."

The Personal Guard respectfully lowered his head as well.

He directly retreated behind Ning Fengzhi.

He no longer had the combative attitude he had shown while arguing with others just now.

"Ning Qinghe!!!"

Having lost her target for the verbal sparring, Hu Liena shifted her blazing gaze to Ning Qinghe.

There was no ambiguity in it. She simply wanted him to make a complete fool of himself.

Yet her enticing Charm made it feel strangely intimate, like something between a man and a woman.

Having arrived at the scene, Ning Qinghe had barely approached when he heard her delicate, indignant voice.

Combined with Ning Fengzhi's attitude and Hu Liena's gaze, Ning Qinghe roughly guessed what had happened and looked at her.

She was a mature, bewitchingly beautiful woman, with alluring curves and a fair, charming face.

Even when she was angry, she seemed to be coquettishly sulking.

Especially those eyes. She could probably make anyone's imagination run wild with just a single glance.

She could even make some people feel the illusion that she had fallen in love with me.

But in Ning Qinghe's eyes, the anger in her gaze was obvious. She was clearly holding back a breath of fury and was probably planning to deal with him.

In response, he calmly smiled.

"Martial Soul Hall Saintess."

"And the two from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, I already understand what happened just now."

"I have no objections. If you have no objections either, we can take the stage now."

"I believe everyone present is also curious about what comes next."

He did not ask any further questions and went straight to the point.

At a time like this, nothing spoke more effectively than a battle.

Ning Qinghe issued the invitation not only to Hu Liena, but also to Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

After all, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had put up a prize.

"Fine. I'll let you see the gap between us."

"Hu Liena, Level 48 control-type battle Soul Ancestor. Please advise."

Hu Liena clenched her delicate fists tightly, already thinking about how to give him a thorough beating.

"Ning Qinghe, Level 27 Soul Grandmaster. I suppose I'm defense-type."

"Please go easy on me later."

"And these two as well. You should be first, right? Since we're all Soul Grandmasters, to prove our strength, why not come at me together?"

Ning Qinghe showed no concern over the difference in strength as he confidently explained the situation.

He even proposed facing Yu Xiaogang and Tang San together.

He was relaxed and composed, appearing humble and courteous, yet carrying an air of dominance.

His complete lack of fear toward Hu Liena, a Soul Ancestor, made many people's eyes light up.

This was true confidence—the confidence to contend with Spirit Hall's most gifted young generation.

Spirit Hall's so-called Golden Generation was Spirit Hall's "treasure" and "secret weapon." Many people had only received word of them because of this incident.

They had originally been meant to reach Soul King for the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, but they had appeared ahead of schedule.

At her age, being a Level 48 Soul Ancestor made her an absolute top-tier genius on the entire continent.

Spirit Hall could be said to be the "hypothetical enemy" of all the continent's major powers. Many things were measured against Spirit Hall.

Being able to personally witness Hu Liena's strength now was the best possible outcome.

And Ning Qinghe was greatly anticipated as well.

As for the other two, they now felt somewhat ignored.

Only after Ning Qinghe finished introducing himself and looked at them—when they were practically being called onto the stage—did the two finally react.

Yu Xiaogang's face reddened as his blood surged, while Tang San was much calmer. He stared carefully at Ning Qinghe, trying to find a weakness.

"I have no problem with that."

And he gave his response.

Besides wanting to see what his opponent was capable of, he also wanted to prevent his teacher from losing too much face.

One against one had been proposed by the other side, so he would not fuss over it.

But those words made Yu Xiaogang reluctant to accept.

One against one was one thing.

Now his own disciple was making the decision for him, though Tang San had always been quite mature.

Still, in this situation, it truly made him feel humiliated and angry.

However, no one particularly cared about them anymore.

Although Tang San looked like a child, he was already a Level 29 Soul Grandmaster.

But under Ning Qinghe's current theory, such "talent" had clearly gone down the wrong path.

It did not draw much attention.

The matter was settled immediately.

Before taking the stage, however, Ning Qinghe received one more harsh warning.

"Don't make excuses when you lose later."