The more he spoke, the more convinced he became. Only those freakish old monsters of the Body Sect, who had cultivated a certain part of their bodies to the absolute limit, could possess such unreasonable physical strength while maintaining a youthful appearance.
The other party had deliberately concealed his Soul Power fluctuations, disguised himself as a teenager, lured Beibei into attacking carelessly, then erupted in an instant and won with a single strike! What deep scheming! What shamelessness!
A surge of fury at having been played and the stifling grievance of being "bullied by the strong" instantly shattered the last thread of Xuan Zi's rationality.
His aura began to waver. The terrifying pressure of a rank 98 Super Douluo, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, faintly locked onto Zichuan.
He decided that, whether the other party was an old monster or not, he had to reclaim Shrek's honor—and Beibei's—today!
However, before Xuan Zi could act, Tang Ya, who had been anxiously standing beside Zichuan and trying to explain but unable to get a word in, finally found her chance. She hurriedly stepped forward, shielding Zichuan from Xuan Zi as she cried out urgently:
"Elder Xuan! No, that's not it! You've misunderstood! Zichuan... he really is only twelve this year! When he saved me back then, he was several years younger than I was! He wasn't disguising himself. He really is... truly extraordinarily gifted!"
Tang Ya's voice trembled slightly from agitation, but her eyes were clear and her tone resolute. There was no trace of falsehood.
"Twelve?!" Xuan Zi looked as though he had been struck by lightning. Even the momentum he had just gathered stalled as he stared at Tang Ya in disbelief, then at Zichuan.
Twelve? A twelve-year-old boy had enough physical strength to cripple forty-third-rank Beibei