Arena Duel, Astral Express Bonds

"Hmm?"

Xu Feng felt his soul power seem to drop, and after checking himself, he found that it had actually fallen to level 39, reverting to the state he was in at age 12.

[To maintain fairness and impartiality, the duelists will be leveled to the exact same age group.]

[Next up, Son of the Douluo I Era, Tang San, VS Son of the Douluo II Era, Xu Feng!]

"Tang San, age 12, Blue Silver Grass martial soul, rank-29 control-system Great Soul Master, please advise."

Tang San confidently summoned his martial soul. Although, through the Heavenly Screen's introduction, the person before him had a ridiculously terrifying future achievement, he was still the same age of 12, and he had confidence in defeating any formidable enemy. Besides, he was a rank-29 Great Soul Master right now; no one his age was stronger than him.

Xu Feng looked at this confident fellow before him, and the mere thought of what was about to happen to his opponent made him want to smile.

"Xu Feng, Currency War martial soul, rank-39 summoning-system Soul Elder!"

A single simple sentence caused a massive uproar across three eras.

Douluo I Space

"Am I seeing things?! He's already rank 39 at age 12—doesn't that mean he's bound to become a Soul Ancestor before turning 13?!"

"Now that is a true genius."

"No, being a genius is merely the threshold to meeting him; one can only say he truly lives up to someone capable of unifying the continent in the future."

Inside the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong gripped the scepter in her hand tightly as her ultimate simp brain activated.

Tang San was Xiaogang's disciple, and if he lost, Xiaogang would lose face.

Such an absurd thought rapidly formed in her mind, and she even began to harbor resentment toward Xu Feng, who hadn't done a thing.

Compared to this somewhat unhinged pope, Qiandao Liu didn't consider quite so much. After all, no matter how much of a genius the opponent was, he was a person from 10,000 years later and had nothing to do with them.

"Truly, the younger generation is to be feared. With such talent, I'm afraid only Xiaoxue can compare to it."

Qiandao Liu didn't know the opponent's innate soul power. Well, Xiaoxue relied on innate rank 20 to reach this level at age 12; if the opponent only had full soul power, then his talent surpassed Xiaoxue's.

Douluo II Space

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! For the Second Prince to possess such heavenly talent, this is truly the fortune of our Sun Moon Empire!"

Listening to the flattery of the civil and military officials below, Xu Yuan felt awkward to the extreme, because his second son's martial soul was not the royal family's inherited one.

Every time he saw his second son, he did nothing besides urge him to have children, and he hadn't even known that his second son was already rank 39 at age 12.

Xu Tianran, however, was already burning with hatred. Because of his disability, his psychology had long since become perverted, and for that throne, he was capable of doing anything.

Otherwise, among all the sons his imperial father had sired, why were only he and Xu Feng still alive? Because the rest had already been killed by him.

And now, seeing Xu Feng be so outstanding, the flame of jealousy in Xu Tianran's heart burned higher and higher.

"Crown Prince, perhaps after the Second Prince returns, your position will no longer be secure."

Zhong Liwu directly pointed out the thing Xu Tianran feared the most. Because it was impossible for him to have offspring in this lifetime, his status as Crown Prince was a mere formality in the eyes of the officials.

After all, in this world, the most secure relationship was one of interests, and to the officials, the greatest interest was hugging the thighs of the next emperor.

Xu Tianran could not have a next generation, so there was no need to invest in him. Faced with his attempts to win them over, they basically ignored him.

"You think I want to keep him around?! The Sun Douluo has been acting as his bodyguard the whole time, and your people can't even get in!"

The Title Douluo Xu Tianran could rely on was only the Holy Ghost Church, and the Sun martial soul naturally countered evil martial souls. Unless those two made a move, even Zhong Liwu had no way to assassinate him successfully.

"And poisoning—you think I don't want to?! Whether he eats or drinks, he only consumes what that little rabbit tastes personally. Where am I supposed to poison him?!"

Xu Tianran was so desolate he could practically cry, and Zhong Liwu could only comfort him silently.

Douluo III Space

"Whoa, the history books are still conservative. The books wrote that he was just a bit over level 30 back then, but the reality was that he was already close to level 40."

"As expected of my idol! So handsome, so strong, and so fierce!"

"I can see the handsome and the strong, but where on earth are you seeing the fierce?"

"Some things can only be understood intuitively and cannot be spoken aloud."

Wu Changkong had been studying this Heavenly Screen and discovered that it actually allowed chatting, and even permitted private chats with the people on the arena. He decisively initiated a private chat with Tang Wulin.

"Wulin, you saw it too. Although you are rank 30 and possess the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, the horror of the summoning system doesn't lie solely in soul power rank. You just need to beat Tang San."

"Understood, Teacher Wu."

From start to finish, Tang Wulin never thought he could beat Xu Feng; he only needed to ensure he didn't suffer punishment and maintain second place.

Along with the countdown on the arena completely ending, the duel officially began.

"First soul skill! Blue Silver Binding!"

The Blue Silver Grass spread across the entire arena, binding Xu Feng tightly. Tang San smiled with absolute confidence—it seemed this so-called Soul Elder was nothing special, and he completely failed to notice that the other party simply couldn't be bothered to move.

Xu Feng looked at the confident Tang San across from him, and at the character appearing on the panel this time: good buddy Dan Heng. Can't laugh, wait 30 seconds before laughing. 30 seconds from now, the train's going to run him down.

"Surrender. You've already been bound by my Blue Silver Binding; there's no way you can break free."

Just as Tang San finished speaking, Xu Feng snapped his fingers, and March 7th and Dan Heng (Imbibitor Lunae) appeared beside him.

The Astral Express bond was instantly fulfilled. Accompanied by a roar, a certain Astral Express was seen instantly smashing through the massive arena that Aha had set up.

"Gogogo, off we go!"

March 7th sat atop the roof of the train, which targeted Tang San and rushed toward him at unimaginable speed.

"I surrender, I surrender!"

Tang San looked at the train charging straight at him, wetting himself right through his pants, and decisively chose to surrender. Going head-to-head with this thing meant he would definitely be flattened into a speed bump.

After Tang San chose to surrender, under the effect of Aha's power, the train vanished into thin air.

"Eh?"

March 7th touched beneath her backside—it was completely empty, and the very next second, her whole person dropped down.

"March, you need to go on a diet."

Xu Feng caught the falling March 7th directly. March 7th, who had been blushing from the princess carry, heard Xu Feng say she was fat and immediately pinched his cheek.

"This lady is not fat at all! It's clearly your strength that's gotten weaker."

March 7th would never admit that she had been cooped up in her room every day lately, binge-watching shows and eating snacks, and she would definitely never admit to her—

"Alright, alright, our beautiful and touching little March is the slimmest, not fat at all, and definitely wouldn't sneak snacks."

As he spoke, Xu Feng wiped the cream from the corner of March 7th's mouth. "It's strawberry flavor, too."

"You bad guy!"