Confrontation: First Clash

Martial Arts Arena.

The two classes faced off.

Class One stood on the left, Class Two on the right.

The teacher stood in the middle.

"Class competition."

"Three against three."

"The winners advance."

As soon as the words fell—

Huo Yuhao stepped out from Class One.

Wang Dong followed.

Quan Cangtian rose last.

Six years old.

He stood out among a group of teenagers.

Three people stepped out from Class Two.

Two were Level 23, and one was Level 25.

The Level 25 one walked in front.

Broad, tall, chin slightly raised.

He glanced at the three from Class One.

His gaze lingered on Quan Cangtian for two seconds.

Then he smiled.

"Begin,"

the teacher said.

The opponents charged forward.

The two Level 23 students headed straight for Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

The Level 25 student remained where he was.

He did not think anyone was worth his attention.

Huo Yuhao closed his eyes.

His Spirit Eye opened.

A pale golden light flowed through his pupils.

Mental Detection spread out.

The flow of Soul Power, muscle contractions, and attack predictions of the two opponents—all of it entered his mind.

"The one on the right will lead with his left hand."

he said quietly.

Wang Dong heard him.

She did not turn around.

Her pink-blue ponytail swayed.

The opponent on the right indeed struck with his left hand.

Soul Power wrapped around his fist as it came crashing down.

Wang Dong shifted sideways.

She dodged it perfectly.

The phantom of the Light Goddess Butterfly spread open behind her.

Blue light flickered as its wings beat.

She slashed backhandedly.

Light Blade.

Fast.

The opponent on the right did not react in time.

A cut appeared on his shoulder.

Blood.

He staggered back two steps.

"The one on the left will use a Soul Skill in two seconds."

Huo Yuhao said again.

Wang Dong turned.

Two seconds.

The Light Goddess Butterfly flapped its wings.

Blue light rippled outward, forming a barrier.

The opponent on the left had just unleashed his Soul Skill—

when it slammed into the barrier.

It shattered.

Wang Dong slashed again with her Light Blade.

He was sent flying.

The one on the right clutched his shoulder, still stunned.

Huo Yuhao opened his eyes.

"The one on the right is about to run."

Wang Dong charged over.

One slash.

He was sent flying too.

Both Level 23 students were down.

The surroundings fell silent for a second.

Then the crowd erupted.

"That coordination!"

"Wasn't that too fast?!"

"Spirit Eye and Light Goddess Butterfly—what a perfect match!"

Wang Dong withdrew her Martial Soul.

Her pink-blue eyes turned toward Huo Yuhao.

"Just now..."

She paused.

"Your predictions were very accurate."

Her tone was no longer as icy as it had been last night.

Huo Yuhao froze.

"Luck,"

he said.

Wang Dong said nothing more.

But the corner of her lips moved again.

It was still only slight.

Quan Cangtian stood behind them.

He had not stepped in.

There was no need for him to.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong worked together even more seamlessly than he had expected.

Spirit Eye and Light Goddess Butterfly.

Martial Soul Fusion was only a matter of time.

Over on Class Two's side,

the two Level 23 students were carried away.

The Level 25 student stepped forward.

He looked at Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, and his expression changed.

There was no longer any contempt.

Only seriousness.

Then—

he looked at Quan Cangtian.

"You,"

he said.

"A six-year-old kid."

"Level 15."

"Dead weight, right?"

The surrounding discussion grew louder.

"A Level 25 Soul Ancestor..."

"That's Class One's Quan Family Young Patriarch."

"He's only six. How can he fight?"

"The gap in levels is too great."

Huo Yuhao clenched his fists.

He wanted to step forward.

Quan Cangtian raised a hand.

Stopping him.

"Don't move."

Two words.

Huo Yuhao froze.

Wang Dong also looked at Quan Cangtian.

There was a trace of surprise in her pink-blue eyes.

The Level 25 Soul Ancestor sneered.

"Level 15 against Level 25?"

"The Quan Family's Young Patriarch is that overconfident?"

Quan Cangtian said nothing.

He walked forward.

He stood opposite the Level 25 Soul Ancestor.

There was a difference of ten levels.

His opponent was broad and tall, with heavy Soul Power.

Quan Cangtian was thin and short, looking like nothing more than a six-year-old child.

No one believed he could win.

The Level 25 Soul Ancestor moved.

He rushed forward.

Soul Power wrapped around his fist.

He struck.

Quan Cangtian did not dodge.

He clenched his right fist.

Bright golden flames emerged over his knuckles.

It was not the light of a Soul Ring.

It was something else.

The temperature was terrifyingly high.

Even the air twisted.

The Level 25 Soul Ancestor's fist was still half a foot away—

when Quan Cangtian threw his punch.

One punch.

Boom.

The Level 25 Soul Ancestor was sent flying.

His whole body flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

He crashed to the ground.

Rolled twice.

Then did not move.

The Martial Arts Arena fell silent.

Everyone stared at Quan Cangtian.

A six-year-old child.

Level 15.

A single punch sent a Level 25 Soul Ancestor flying.

Bright golden flames still lingered around his fist.

It had been unhurried.

As if he had merely waved his hand.

Quan Cangtian withdrew his fist.

The flames dispersed.

He looked toward Class Two.

"Next."

Two words.

No one in the entire arena spoke.

The Class One students stood with their mouths open, unable to close them.

Everyone from Class Two had gone pale.

The Level 25 Soul Ancestor lay on the ground, his chest rising and falling as he failed to get back up.

He was not dead.

He simply could not move.

Even the teacher froze for a moment.

He looked at the record on the Testing Stone.

Level 15.

Six years old.

One punch had sent a Level 25 Soul Ancestor flying.

This talent...

No, this was not a matter of talent.

This was a complete suppression of strength.

He made a note of it.

Huo Yuhao stood where he was.

He watched Quan Cangtian's back.

Young Patriarch...

He had always known the Young Patriarch was strong.

But he had never expected him to be this strong.

Wang Dong was watching too.

A flicker of shock passed through her pink-blue eyes.

Level 15 against Level 25.

One punch.

What exactly was this six-year-old child?

Quan Cangtian turned around.

He walked back to the group.

As he passed Huo Yuhao, he spoke quietly.

"Don't reveal too much."

Huo Yuhao nodded.

He understood.

During the practical battle just now, the Young Patriarch had been watching from the back the entire time.

It was not that he had not wanted to help.

He simply did not want to expose their strength too early.

The Level 25 Soul Ancestor got up.

He clutched his chest.

He looked at Quan Cangtian, his eyes filled with fear.

That punch just now—

He had not even had time to react.

They were not on the same level at all.

No.

They were in entirely different dimensions.

Quan Cangtian's power did not belong to the normal Soul Master system.

He had never encountered such a feeling before.

The match ended.

Class One won.

The teacher announced the result.

The people around them were still discussing it.

"The Quan Family Young Patriarch..."

"One punch sent a Level 25 Soul Ancestor flying..."

"He's only six..."

"What kind of strength is that?"

"Isn't he Level 15?"

"Can Level 15 produce that kind of result?"

"What Martial Soul did he use?"

"I didn't see clearly. It looked like flames?"

"It wasn't a Soul Skill. It was just one punch."

Quan Cangtian ignored them.

He walked out of the Martial Arts Arena.

Huo Yuhao followed behind him.

Wang Dong came out a while later as well.

The three of them walked one after another.

The Cafeteria.

The same corner.

Quan Cangtian and Huo Yuhao sat down.

Huo Yuhao was still thinking about what had happened.

"Young Patriarch."

"Hmm?"

"That punch just now..."

"Don't ask."

Huo Yuhao fell silent.

He knew the Young Patriarch did not want to talk about it.

After taking two bites of food, he spoke again.

"Thank you, today."

"What for?"

"If you hadn't acted, they wouldn't have accepted it."

Quan Cangtian said nothing.

He raised his head and glanced around the Cafeteria.

Wang Dong was eating alone on the other side.

Her pink-blue short hair hung down, covering half her face.

She was thinking about something.

Her chopsticks had not moved.

Quan Cangtian withdrew his gaze.

"She has a problem."

He spoke softly.

Huo Yuhao froze.

"Wang Dong?"

"She doesn't dare release her Second Martial Soul."

Huo Yuhao was stunned.

A Second Martial Soul?

He had not noticed it.

But the Young Patriarch had.

"She has a secret."

Quan Cangtian said.

"But it isn't a bad thing."

"Don't pry."

Huo Yuhao nodded.

He would not pry.

Whatever the Young Patriarch said, he would listen.

That night.

The dormitory.

The three of them lay on their beds.

No one spoke.

Huo Yuhao was cultivating.

Wang Dong was cultivating as well.

Quan Cangtian had his eyes closed.

Within his Consciousness Sea, two seeds continued to tremble.

Destruction.

Abundance.

That punch today had used Destruction.

Bright golden flames.

It had merely been a casual strike; he had not used his full strength.

If he had gone all out, the Level 25 Soul Ancestor would not have been sent flying. He would have been burned to ash.

But there had been no need.

The Void Devouring Beast's Gene lay dormant within his body.

It automatically devoured the leaking Soul Power.

There was no cost.

Quan Cangtian opened his eyes.

Moonlight shone outside the window.

He looked in the direction of Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

The distance between the two of them was closer than it had been yesterday.

The resonance of Martial Soul Fusion faintly flowed through the air.

Spirit Eye.

Light Goddess Butterfly.

Those two Martial Souls had been arranged together.

When the classes had been assigned, the teacher had called their names.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong had been placed in the same group.

Their dorm room was Room 302 too.

Same class.

Same group.

Same dormitory.

A coincidence?

Quan Cangtian did not believe in coincidences.

The memories of a transmigrator told him that Shrek Academy and Tianhun Royal Academy both had people plotting behind the scenes.

The person who had arranged for Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong to be together—

Who was it?

What was the purpose?

He closed his eyes.

"It isn't them."

He spoke softly.

Only he could hear it.

"It's the person who arranged for them to be together."