Douluo: So You're the Theory Master? Chapter 39

Without the advantage of a hidden sneak attack, he had no qualifications to face him head-on.

With light, unhurried steps, Ning Qinghe strolled toward Tang San, leaving Tang San no chance to pause.

"Could this footwork have been taught to you by Yu Xiaogang, or did you develop it yourself...?"

Seeing Tang San still trying to attack, still using his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Ning Qinghe predicted his position in advance and moved even as he spoke.

In terms of speed, he was faster than his opponent, and there was even less need to mention explosive power.

With a single Soru, he arrived at Tang San's side in the blink of an eye, thick Soul Power fluctuations surging forth.

His entire body was like a golden tower appearing before Tang San in an instant. A terrifying, domineering sense of weight descended as he looked down at the smaller Tang San.

Tang San's face filled with shock. He had not expected his opponent to be so fast, and the pressure on him doubled.

Yet his long familiarity with using his abilities allowed him to respond almost at the same instant.

This was already his full strength.

Purple Demon Eye.

Purple light bloomed from his eyes. He had already determined that Ning Qinghe's defense was terrifying, so he could only target his mental power. If his mental power prevented him from controlling his Soul Power, the battle would end instantly.

He had only one chance!!!

He had to strike when his opponent was at his most complacent!!!

Mental Shock shot toward Ning Qinghe in an instant. Tang San's face was filled with excited delight, while his arm did not stop moving. His Mysterious Jade Hand grabbed directly for Ning Qinghe's throat.

If Ning Qinghe was truly hit, Tang San could decide the outcome in just an instant.

His opponent's body was powerful, but he could not possibly stand there and let Tang San hit him.

One side had Soul Power enhancement, while the other relied on the flesh. It was obvious which side would suffer.

What Tang San had failed to realize was that Ning Qinghe's mental power had been far stronger than his from beginning to end.

Having lived two lives, coupled with his cultivation of the Purple Demon Eye, had given him the illusion that no one in this world could rival him in mental power.

As for Ning Qinghe, not only had he also lived two lives.

The Research Institute's research into mental power, along with the support of vast quantities of mental medicine, had long allowed him to surpass Tang San, who cultivated the Purple Demon Eye. On top of that, he had absorbed a Soul Beast that was over fifteen thousand years old, raising his mental power even further.

The two were not on the same level.

Tang San's attack entered Ning Qinghe's sea of consciousness as though it had struck an incomparably hard steel fortress. Not only did it fail, but Tang San himself suffered backlash.

His mind instantly became sluggish, his face turned pale, and two trails of blood quickly ran from beside his eyes.

While his mind was injured, his body suffered the same fate.

"You've caused enough trouble, haven't you?"

A sharp pain erupted in Tang San's chest, and he felt an enormous force.

The power was enough to make his heart and lungs feel as though they were about to burst. Then his entire body flew backward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Only when he hit the ground with a thud did he hear that unhurried voice. Then he lost consciousness completely and sank into darkness...

"You've caused enough trouble, haven't you?"

That final remark sounded like an adult indulging a child at play.

That tone, that attitude, those words in his ears carried an inexplicable mockery.

This was Tang San's first true defeat in his life.

He had truly lost miserably. He had used every move at his disposal.

His hidden weapons, Purple Demon Eye, Mysterious Jade Hand, and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track had all been useless.

It was as though every secret art of the Tang Sect, everything in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, was nothing but trash.

Even as he lay seriously injured and unconscious, Tang San's unwilling will still tried to support him, but in the end, it could not overcome his body's instinct for self-preservation.

He obediently collapsed to the ground. The referee quickly entered the arena, came to Tang San's side to examine him, and swiftly arranged for assistance.

Even for a Soul Master, such injuries could be called exceptionally severe.

Without treatment, they might even have been fatal. But healing-type Soul Masters were easy enough to find here, so there would be no danger.

Standing on the stage, Ning Qinghe had expended very little in defeating two Soul Grandmasters. It had only been a warm-up, and he felt as though he had been bullying children.

No, it seemed he really was bullying children. At their current age, they were children.

It was like he was punching elementary school students and kicking old people.

Looks like those so-called gods haven't placed much of a bet on him yet.

At the very least, they don't seem to have any intention of intervening now.

As someone with memories of a previous life, Ning Qinghe naturally knew that behind this world stood a group of old men looking for successors.

So he had been rather cautious, worried that defeating the future Tang God King would cause some special accident.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

He had not intended to kill Tang San either. Neither his identity nor the current setting was suitable for it.

Besides, he wanted to see how Tang San would change in the future. Perhaps he could even become an opportunity for him.

Whether those gods shifted their targets or something else happened, it would be best if everything remained under control.

"The battle is over. Ning Qinghe wins."

After helping the injured, the Spirit Emperor referee did not forget to announce the result in a businesslike manner.

Only upon hearing the result did Ning Qinghe snap out of his thoughts about Tang San and look toward the spectator stands not far away.

Clearly, a battle between Soul Grandmasters was a little too minor.

"Ning Qinghe, I'll give you time to recover. Don't say this Holy Maiden is bullying you!!"

Out in public, carrying the identity of the Martial Soul Hall Saintess, Hu Liena still maintained the bearing of a Holy Maiden. She wanted to defeat Ning Qinghe at his peak and did not want to hear any unfavorable remarks.

She was already imagining herself replicating how Ning Qinghe had dealt with those two just now.

In her eyes, Ning Qinghe's strength was indeed decent, but that depended on who he was facing.

The Martial Soul Hall Saintess, a dignified Soul Ancestor, was not afraid of this.

"Holy Maiden, please come onto the stage directly."

"That was only a warm-up. Next, I'll go all out. Please enlighten me, Holy Maiden."

Looking at the mature and seductive Hu Liena onstage, Ning Qinghe had no intention of dragging things out.

The sooner he finished, the sooner he could call it a day.

Besides, he also wanted to know whether there was still any gap between his current self and the top geniuses of this continent.

Although his tone was polite, the composure and confidence in his words made Hu Liena very unhappy.

Especially those pitch-black eyes of his, like dazzling black gemstones, which looked at her as though she were an ordinary person.

It was as if everyone was ordinary, as if everyone stood beneath him.

As a genius with countless admirers around her.

She could sense that although this guy appeared graceful and courteous, the pride in his bones had never believed him inferior to anyone.

I'm fired up.

My fists are clenched.

I want to beat him up right now.

Hu Liena clenched her delicate fists. Her graceful body stretched slightly as she stood, and the more he acted this way, the more she wanted to make him submit.

"I'd like to see whether you'll still be so confident after I knock you flat."

As she spoke, Hu Liena took him even more seriously. This was not merely a clash of tempers, but a genius encountering another person just as proud.

In that case, they would either recognize one another as kindred spirits or fight to the death.

"Nana, don't be careless."

"That guy might still have something hidden."

After Hu Liena stood, Xie Yue, beside her, gave her a reminder.

As her older brother, he knew his sister's temperament well.

Her strength was not an issue, but sometimes she was prone to getting carried away.

He always felt that Ning Qinghe was not simple.

That confident manner meant he was either a fool or a talent, and he had already proven that he was at least not a fool.

"Nana, go for it! Let him see how powerful Spirit Hall is."

Yan, who was rather obviously acting as a bootlicker nearby, offered no reminder.

He merely waved his fist and cheered.