One Fleeing, One Chasing: Beibei and Qiangu Qitian

"Mu En, Beibei has reached level ten too. Why not let the two children experience a battle?"

Xuan Zi slowly ambled over from behind, still holding his ever-present chicken leg. As he drank from his wine gourd and looked at Beibei and Qiangu Qitian, he could not resist proposing it for the entertainment.

Beibei had grown up on Sea God Island. As Mu En's grandson, no one had dared provoke him since childhood. At that age when children were a nuisance to both people and dogs, he had caused no end of trouble. Calling him a little demon king would not have been an exaggeration.

He had awakened his Martial Soul three months ago and had already raised his Soul Power to level ten, putting him close to Qiangu Qitian in level. This was the perfect chance to let the two children try fighting and gain some combat experience.

Of course, Xuan Zi would be more than happy if he got to see the little demon king Beibei suffer a setback.

"A battle!"

Beibei had no idea that Xuan Zi wanted to see him suffer. The moment he heard the word "battle," he became excited. In the three months since awakening his Martial Soul, only Zhang Lexuan had sparred with him!

But Zhang Lexuan was a Spirit King. Whenever she sparred with him, it was no different from playing around.

Now that he saw someone his own age—Qiangu Qitian, whom his Great-Grandfather had personally brought back—Beibei's competitive spirit was immediately stirred. He could hardly wait to fight him.

"Sure. Remember to hold back, both of you!"

Mu En reclined against his chair and helplessly shot Xuan Zi a glare. There was little he had not seen, and he could tell at a glance that Xuan Zi was up to no good. Still, he wanted to see just what Qiangu Qitian's Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul was capable of, so he nodded and kindly agreed.

In Mu En's eyes, it was impossible for Beibei to defeat Qiangu Qitian. The gap between their Martial Souls was simply too great!

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was merely a top-tier beast Martial Soul. Its quality was vastly inferior to Qiangu Qitian's Martial Soul.

In the world of soul masters, the quality of one's Martial Soul often represented one's combat strength. Experience could sometimes turn the tide, but what combat experience could two six-year-old children possibly have?

"Don't worry, Great-Grandfather. I won't hurt him."

"Beibei, Martial Soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Level-ten assault-type soul master. Please instruct me!"

As he introduced himself, Beibei's aura abruptly changed. A cluster of deep blue light bloomed from between his brows, and in the next instant, brilliant lightning spread outward and descended across his entire body. Currents of electricity danced constantly, like tiny snakes slithering over him.

Though it was a beast Martial Soul, after Martial Soul Possession, there were no changes to Beibei's body aside from the sudden appearance of lightning.

This was what set the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon apart from other beast Martial Souls. Only after reaching four rings would a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master's body gradually begin to change, eventually truly transforming into a dragon. It was for this very reason that, ten thousand years ago, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon had been hailed as the continent's number one beast Martial Soul!

Seeing this, Qiangu Qitian had no room to refuse. But he had never intended to refuse in the first place. Having only just awakened his Martial Soul, he happened to want to understand its abilities. Now Beibei had practically delivered himself to his doorstep. Nothing could have been better.

"Qiangu Qitian, Martial Soul: Coiling Dragon Staff. Level-ten assault-type soul master. Please instruct me!"

"Begin!"

Xuan Zi took a sip of wine and stepped between them. He then raised a hand as the referee, and as his words fell, he announced the start of the spar.

The instant Xuan Zi spoke, the lightning around Beibei's body surged. In the next moment, he vanished from where he stood and charged straight at Qiangu Qitian.

He was incredibly fast. Before obtaining soul rings, weapon Martial Souls generally could not compete with beast Martial Souls, because the gap in physical ability was simply too great.

However, Martial Soul quality and technique could often determine the course of a battle. Although Qiangu Qitian was currently inferior to Beibei in physical ability, he had spent the past six years pestering Wang Yan to teach him some staff techniques.

Now, they came in handy.

Seeing Beibei rush toward him, Qiangu Qitian's right hand flashed. Accompanied by a resounding dragon's roar, the Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul appeared in his grasp!

"A dragon's roar?"

It was Beibei's first time seeing a weapon Martial Soul emit a dragon's roar the instant it appeared. It was somewhat beyond his understanding.

In the brief instant he was distracted, Qiangu Qitian had already raised the Coiling Dragon Staff and brought it down at him head-on.

The powerful, heavy strike tore through the air with a shriek of wind. If it landed, it would definitely split flesh and leave wounds; it might even snap his forearm outright.

Beibei's expression changed. He did not dare take it head-on. Bending his knees, he sprang to the side and barely evaded the blow. Under his watchful gaze, the Coiling Dragon Staff smashed into the open ground with a howling gust.

In the next instant, he felt a violent tremor beneath his feet. Bricks and stones shattered across the clearing, debris flying everywhere. Before he could think further, the Coiling Dragon Staff, still touching the ground, swept toward his lower body. It was incredibly fast and fiercely powerful.

"Are you really the same age as me?"

Qiangu Qitian's staff techniques came in an unending stream, leaving Beibei without even the slightest chance to counterattack. He could only flee in a sorry state, avoiding being struck directly by the Coiling Dragon Staff.

He had a feeling that if he took even one hit, this spar would be over immediately.

The guy opposite him had far too much explosive power. Even a casual strike against the ground was enough to shatter bricks and stones. Although Beibei's physical ability was strong, he did not even have a soul ring yet, and his defense was ultimately limited.

Qiangu Qitian ignored Beibei's question during the fight, doing nothing but swing his staff at him!

All Beibei could do was flee in utter frustration.

The scene immediately became one chasing and one fleeing—chase... flee, chase... flee!

It had completely turned into a farce.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

Beibei was drenched in sweat from running and could not hold on any longer. He plopped down on the ground, gasping heavily as he shouted.

Seeing Beibei, who usually acted like a little demon king, in such a miserable state, Xuan Zi grinned mischievously without a shred of decency. He just loved watching little brats suffer setbacks.

Satisfied—truly satisfied. Xuan Zi immediately took two delighted swigs of wine.

Zhang Lexuan, who had been watching from the side, could not help but laugh as well.

Mu En merely shook his head helplessly. A battle without soul skills was ultimately extremely dull; it could not even truly be called a duel.

Yet with his sharp eyes, he had still keenly caught the distinctive trait of Qiangu Qitian's Martial Soul. This Coiling Dragon Staff had terrifying explosive power.

Moreover, as the battle dragged on, that explosive force continued to stack. Looking at the increasingly deep craters in the clearing, a trace of gravity appeared in his eyes.

He even found himself wondering whether, if Qiangu Qitian became a Title Douluo in the future, a single staff strike could break the bones and sever the tendons of a Super Douluo, instantly robbing them of their ability to fight.