I Dare Bet He Likes Her!

Martial Soul City, Great Soul Arena.

Yuan Qi followed Qian Renxue to this place. He watched as she spoke to an attendant at the counter, after which the attendant stepped out from behind the desk and led them toward a soul fighting hall with great respect.

On the way, Qian Renxue said to Yuan Qi, "Yuan Qi, you haven't seen a Soul Douluo-level soul fight yet, have you? I just asked, and it happens that two Soul Douluos are fighting here today. I'll take you to see it so you can appreciate combat at this level."

"Very well, then I shall trouble you, Miss Xue'er." Yuan Qi looked at the young girl's profile and smiled at her.

Although he was smiling, everyone beneath the Sky Screen could see that the youth was not actually interested in a Soul Douluo-level fight; what he was truly interested in was...

What a youthful heart he has!

Soon, the two were led by the attendant into a high-tier soul fighting hall. They did not go to the VIP area, but instead found seats at random in the spectator stands.

After sitting down, Qian Renxue pointed to the two soul masters fighting on the arena stage and introduced them to Yuan Qi: "That one over there is Elder Tuoba Xi. His martial soul is the White Armored Earth Dragon. Although it has 'dragon' in its name, it is not of the dragon race, merely a close relative. The other is Deacon Lor Diarra, and his martial soul is the Golden Eagle."

Following the direction Qian Renxue pointed, Yuan Qi looked at the two on the arena stage and said softly, "Elder Tuoba's soul power is stronger, but the other deacon possesses flight capabilities and holds a speed advantage. This should be a battle of attrition."

"Your eye for detail is quite good. That's right, Elder Tuoba's soul power is level 88, and he is the only elder in our Martial Soul Hall who is not a Titled Douluo," Qian Renxue said.

Yuan Qi nodded. Then, his eyes shifted, and he watched the girl beside him, who was focused on the fight, with the corner of his eye. After a moment, he smiled and turned his gaze back to the arena stage.

Shrek Academy.

"I'll bet you anything that Yuan Qi likes that Qian Renxue!" Oscar said with a serious expression, slamming his fist into his palm with great earnestness.

"Do you even need to say it? I saw it a long time ago. Forget him, I like that Qian Renxue too; this girl is just too beautiful." Ma Hongjun, standing to the side, rolled his eyes at Oscar and then wiped the corner of his mouth with a grin.

The Sky Screen was broadcasting events from when the previous Pope of Martial Soul Hall was still alive. They didn't know exactly how many years ago it was, but judging by her appearance, that Qian Renxue must have been only thirteen or fourteen at the time, just a little older than Ma Hongjun.

Similar in age, beautiful in appearance, and possessing an elegant temperament—he was smitten.

Dai Mubai was also a man who appreciated beauty, but he wasn't as mindless about it as Ma Hongjun. He frowned and scolded him, "Fatty, stop saying such things. That Yuan Qi's status is not ordinary; can't you tell? Even the Pope of Martial Soul Hall is so respectful to him. His background must be immense, perhaps even beyond what we can imagine. Him having feelings for the Pope's daughter is not a good thing for us, after all, Xiao San and Martial Soul Hall have the blood feud of his mother's death!"

He did not mention that he was the prince of the Star Luo Empire, or that a powerful Martial Soul Hall was a bad thing for him; instead, he brought up the hatred between Tang San and Martial Soul Hall.

That was correct. As the Sky Screen had exposed many of Tang San's past experiences, everyone knew he was the son of the Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao. Following Tang Hao's appearance and Tang San's persistent questioning, many things had been revealed.

Among them was how his wife, Tang San's mother, had been murdered.

Therefore, Tang San now harbored a bone-deep hatred for Martial Soul Hall, and the rest of the Shrek Seven Devils, due to their stance, naturally had to view Martial Soul Hall as an enemy.

Hearing Dai Mubai's reprimand, Ma Hongjun was stunned for a moment before he realized what he meant. He quickly looked at Tang San and said, "Oh, right, right, this is a very serious matter. Third Brother, don't worry, I don't like that Qian Renxue anymore. In the future, when you seek revenge on Martial Soul Hall, I'll help you. When we meet her, I won't go soft! As for that Yuan Qi..."

Speaking of this, Ma Hongjun scratched his head: "I still haven't figured out who he is? I've never heard of him, and how is it that both he and that Qian Renxue have innate level 20 soul power? That's ten levels higher than you, Third Brother!"

Tang San clenched his hands.

Indeed, both of them possessed innate level 20 soul power, a higher starting point than his own. Furthermore, since this was in the past, it meant they were older than him now and had been cultivating for longer. If he were to seek revenge on Martial Soul Hall in the future and encountered them, this...

No, I am different from them. They are merely natives of this world, but I am different. I still have the Mysterious Heaven Skill and many other Tang Sect techniques. My innate soul power may be inferior to theirs, but my actual starting point is far higher than theirs. When I face them in the future, the one who wins will definitely be me! Tang San told himself in his heart.

Besides...

He looked at the handsome face of the youth on the Sky Screen, his heart filled with doubts: "That Yuan Qi, who on earth is he?"

The scene of the two watching the soul fight did not last long. It was like a jump-cut, showing several different angles of them sitting together, and finally, the fight ended with the victory of Tuoba Xi.

By then, the time had shifted from morning to afternoon.

Under the setting sun, the two walked out of the Great Soul Arena together, and the girl took Yuan Qi to continue touring the city, introducing him to various places.

While passing a pastry stall, she recommended it to the youth, then took out money to buy two, eating one herself and handing the other to him.

Yuan Qi reached out to take the pastry, looked at it, then looked at the girl bathed in the sunset light before him. He was stunned for a moment, then a beautiful smile appeared on his face. He brought it to his lips, took a small bite, and chewed slowly.

"Mm, delicious," Yuan Qi said to Qian Renxue.

"Right? You can't go wrong with my recommendations," the girl said with a smile.

Not far away, a figure stood in an alley watching them.

The camera zoomed in on that direction, gradually revealing the person's face: it was the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Xunji.

He watched the young boy and girl, nodding as if feeling very gratified and relieved.

Then, the images began to change rapidly.

Yuan Qi and Qian Renxue sparring in a simulated training field.

The two studying tea brewing together.

The two flipping through documents in the library.

Qian Renxue trying on new clothes, with Yuan Qi standing to the side, stroking his chin, scanning her up and down, and giving his evaluation.

These were all scenes of them spending time together. Although they were constantly jumping and changing, everyone could see them growing up together.

Then, the Sky Screen suddenly dimmed, and pitch-black darkness instantly enveloped the entire continent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds later, the Sky Screen lit up again, and a panicked voice rang out from it.

"It's bad! His Holiness the Pope has suffered fatal injuries and has... passed away!"