Defeating Nan Qiuqiu

Lin Yuan curled his dragon claw into a fist and slammed it toward Nan Qiuqiu.

Nan Qiuqiu did not back down, clenching her own delicate fist and swinging it toward Lin Yuan.

Bang!

As fist and claw collided, Lin Yuan's eyes filled with surprise.

His strength compared to Nan Qiuqiu's was six to four; he held the upper hand.

Because Nan Qiuqiu's martial soul was the Rouge Dragon, her strength was far greater than that of an average adult, even without a first soul ring.

Coupled with the Rouge Dragon's bloodline suppression over his own Destruction Demon Dragon, she was able to contend with Lin Yuan in his dragon-transformed state.

This proved that even after one enhancement, Lin Yuan's dragon bloodline remained quite weak, giving him a deeper understanding of his own martial soul.

"Grr—" Nan Qiuqiu gritted her pearly teeth.

As they locked fists in a test of strength, she was undoubtedly at a disadvantage.

If this continued, Nan Qiuqiu would lose without a doubt.

But was it really that easy?

In the midst of their gritted-teeth struggle, Nan Qiuqiu smiled quietly.

A sharp, searing pain immediately erupted across Lin Yuan's fist.

"Heh, not bad. The little girl can already manipulate her own attributes without even obtaining a soul ring." Cao Xin looked toward Nan Shuisui, who stood with her arms crossed and a confident smile on her face.

Lin Yuan immediately kicked out at Nan Qiuqiu, but she mirrored the move.

Their legs collided, and the two used the recoil to put some distance between themselves.

Once he steadied his stance, an erosive wound caused by annihilation appeared on Lin Yuan's dragon-transformed right arm.

"The gap in bloodlines is truly formidable. I should clearly be much stronger than you." Lin Yuan assumed a stance, preparing to attack again.

"You're not bad yourself, being able to fight this young lady to such an extent," Nan Qiuqiu said through gritted teeth.

In truth, Nan Qiuqiu was feeling uncertain. At this level, the consumption of using her attribute power was definitely greater than Lin Yuan's use of the Will of the Dragon.

If Lin Yuan desperately traded injury for injury, she would certainly lose.

As she looked up at Lin Yuan again, she saw him smile.

"This silly girl." Nan Shuisui immediately sensed that things were going south.

Nan Qiuqiu's expression was written all over her face, and Lin Yuan had seen right through it.

Though both were six-year-old children, the difference in their mental fortitude was the deciding factor in victory or defeat.

Lin Yuan suddenly surged forward, charging straight at Nan Qiuqiu.

He had roughly gauged that Nan Qiuqiu's condition was not much better than his own; otherwise, she wouldn't have worn that expression.

Recalling the sword techniques and force-exertion skills he had learned over the past few days, Lin Yuan raised his dragon claw high and threw his entire body weight into the strike.

Facing the raised claw, Nan Qiuqiu chose not to dodge, instead raising both hands to meet it head-on.

In her view, she had already figured out the approximate extent of Lin Yuan's strength.

Therefore, she could take this blow and then use her annihilation attribute to turn defeat into victory.

"Still too young," Cao Xin commented indifferently.

Bang!

Nan Qiuqiu's eyes widened suddenly as Lin Yuan's claw forced her down onto one knee.

She gritted her teeth, holding on with all her might. She didn't even have the breath to speak, immediately channeling her annihilation attribute to its limit.

Just as Lin Yuan took the full brunt of her attribute attack, he suddenly whipped his leg out and kicked the desperately resisting Nan Qiuqiu away.

Nan Qiuqiu rolled several times before stopping, struggling to push herself up from the ground.

"Ugh!" She immediately vomited up the lunch she had eaten earlier.

"You should have been more cautious. After all, we tested each other with this move when we first started fighting." Lin Yuan slowly retracted his leg; he had secured victory in this battle.

"Senior, let's agree on this beforehand," Nan Shuisui said, looking at Cao Xin.

"If this kid goes to our forbidden grounds, please make sure to keep it a secret."

"That goes without saying," Cao Xin said, stroking his beard.

Lin Yuan walked over to Nan Qiuqiu and reached out a hand to the young girl, who was kneeling and retching.

"Are you hurt? I was a bit heavy-handed just now. I'm truly sorry," Lin Yuan said to Nan Qiuqiu with a smile.

Nan Qiuqiu lifted her head with some difficulty, looking at Lin Yuan's handsome smile, which reflected the sunlight.

An indescribable emotion stirred within the girl's heart, and she gently took Lin Yuan's hand...

Then, with lightning speed, she opened her mouth wide and bit down on it.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Who said anger isn't a powerful emotion?

The irritation of having her soul beast snatched away and the humiliation of defeat made the girl's face flush more intensely than anything else.

Being willful was a girl's privilege, and she could only use this shameless method to strike back at Lin Yuan.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Let go! Let go!" Lin Yuan struggled to pull his hand out of Nan Qiuqiu's mouth, leaving behind a swollen, red tooth mark.

However, Nan Qiuqiu refused to let go, stretching her neck to chase after Lin Yuan and continue biting.

"Can you be reasonable? I already beat you, so stop clinging to me!" Seizing the gap while Lin Yuan was shouting, Nan Qiuqiu lunged at him.

Lin Yuan realized then how foolish his words were; how could he have tried to reason with a girl and a child who was currently in a fit of temper?

"Oh, Ning Tian, you've finished absorbing your soul ring." Cao Xin noticed Ning Tian beside him at this moment.

Ning Tian nodded slowly, her expression gloomy as she watched Nan Qiuqiu and Lin Yuan bickering in front of them.

"Ah, Ning Tian?" Lin Yuan also noticed Ning Tian and turned his head to look toward where the three of them were standing.

Nan Qiuqiu seized the opportunity, using the same method as before to kick Lin Yuan's calf and knock him down.

"You two have such a good relationship." Ning Tian looked at the two of them, who had already rolled onto the ground together, with an incredibly dark expression.

"It's not..." Lin Yuan struggled to push away Nan Qiuqiu, who was continuing to lunge and bite at him.

"Teacher, help me explain!"

"Your child has good potential; she completely possesses the demeanor of a future Titled Douluo." Cao Xin ignored Lin Yuan and began chatting with Nan Shuisui.

"I am honored by your praise, Senior. If this good-for-nothing child of mine had even half the temperament of your beloved disciple, I could rest easy," Nan Shuisui said, cupping her hands in a gesture of flattery toward Cao Xin.

In her view, the biggest gap between Nan Qiuqiu and Lin Yuan right now was their temperament.

If she had been a bit more composed, the outcome of this duel might have been uncertain.

Of course, that was under the condition that Lin Yuan did not stack Will of the Dragon, did not use his destruction attribute, did not use his second martial soul, and did not use his swordsmanship.

If Lin Yuan had used his destruction attribute from the start, Nan Qiuqiu would have been defeated instantly in the first exchange.

In the end, Nan Qiuqiu did not stop until she had left another swollen, red tooth mark on Lin Yuan's forearm.

Although it didn't break the skin, it was enough to make Lin Yuan ache for a while.

"I didn't expect you to be the successor of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect; I truly had eyes but failed to recognize greatness," Nan Shuisui cupped her hands again.

When Ning Tian tested her soul skill, she had recognized it as the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda martial soul.

With a Titled Douluo guarding her, it was not hard to guess that Ning Tian was definitely a successor of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.

"Not at all. This old man is advanced in years. I haven't walked the continent in fifty years, and many people in this world probably think that I, the Amorous Douluo, have passed on," Cao Xin said with a self-deprecating tone.

"How could you say that, Senior? My father's generation often mentioned that there was once a Sword Saint like you on the continent. Even though you no longer travel, your prestige remains as thunderous as ever."