"Hm?"
Xu Feng felt as though his Soul Power had dropped. After checking himself, he discovered that it had fallen to Level 39, reverting to the state he had been in at twelve years old.
[To maintain fairness and impartiality, the duelists will be set to the level of the same age group.] [Next, Tang San, Child of the Douluo I era, VS Xu Feng, Child of the Douluo II era!]
"Tang San, twelve years old. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level 29 control-type Soul Grandmaster. Please advise me."
Tang San confidently summoned his Martial Soul. Though the Skyscreen's introduction had revealed that the person before him would achieve something utterly outrageous in the future,
they were both twelve years old. He was confident he could defeat any formidable opponent, and he was already a Level 29 Soul Grandmaster. No one his age could possibly be stronger than him.
Xu Feng looked at the smugly confident fellow before him and could not help wanting to laugh when he thought of what would happen to him next.
"Xu Feng. Martial Soul: Currency War. Level 39 summoning-type Soul Elder!"
That simple sentence caused an uproar across all three eras.
Douluo I Spacetime
"Am I seeing things?! He's already Level 39 at twelve? Doesn't that mean he'll definitely become a Soul Ancestor before he turns thirteen?!"
"Now that's a true genius."
"No, genius is merely the threshold for meeting him. As expected of the man who would unify the continent in the future."
Inside Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong tightened her grip on her scepter. Her ultimate lovestruck brain had activated.
Tang San was Xiaogang's disciple. If he lost, Xiaogang would lose face.
This absurd line of thought rapidly took shape in her mind, and she even began resenting Xu Feng, who had done absolutely nothing.
Unlike this rather muddle-headed Pope, Qiandao Liu did not think much of it. No matter how gifted the other party was, he was still someone from ten thousand years in the future and had nothing to do with them.
"The younger generation truly inspires awe. With such talent, I'm afraid only Xiaoxue can compare."
Qiandao Liu did not know the other party's Innate Soul Power. Xiaoxue had relied on her innate Level 20 Soul Power to reach this level at twelve. If he merely possessed full innate Soul Power, then his talent surpassed Xiaoxue's.
Douluo II Spacetime
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! The Second Prince possesses such astonishing talent. What a blessing for our Sun Moon Empire!"
Listening to the civil and military officials below praising him, Xu Yuan only felt unbearably awkward, because his second son's Martial Soul was not part of the royal family's inheritance.
Whenever he saw his second son, he did nothing but urge him to have children. He had not even known that his second son had reached Level 39 at the age of twelve.
Xu Tianran, however, was already grinding his teeth in hatred. His disability had long twisted his mind, and for the sake of the throne, there was nothing he would not do.
Otherwise, among all the sons his father had fathered, why were only he and Xu Feng still alive? Because he had already killed the rest.
And now, upon seeing how outstanding Xu Feng was, the flames of jealousy in Xu Tianran's heart burned ever hotter.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, perhaps once the Second Prince returns, your position will no longer be secure."
Zhong Liwu bluntly exposed the thing Xu Tianran feared most. Since he could never have descendants in this life, his position as Crown Prince was little more than an empty title in the eyes of the officials.
After all, the most reliable relationship in this world was one of mutual benefit. And for those officials, the greatest benefit was clinging tightly to the next emperor.
Xu Tianran could not have a next generation, so there was no need to invest in him. They largely ignored his attempts to win them over.
"You think I want to keep him alive?! Sun Douluo has been serving as his bodyguard the whole time, and your people can't even get close!"
The only Titled Douluo Xu Tianran could rely on belonged to the Holy Spirit Cult, while the Sun Martial Soul naturally countered Evil Martial Souls. Unless those two made a move, even Zhong Liwu could not successfully assassinate him.
"And poison? Do you think I haven't considered it?! Whether he eats or drinks, he only consumes what that little rabbit personally prepares. Where am I supposed to poison him?!"
Xu Tianran looked so miserable that he even began to cry. Zhong Liwu could only console him in silence.
Douluo III Spacetime
"Wow, the history books were conservative after all. They said he was only just past Level 30 back then, but he was actually already close to Level 40."
"As expected of my idol! Handsome, strong, and fierce!"
"I can see the handsome and strong parts, but where did you see fierce?"
"It can only be understood, not spoken."
Wu Changkong had been studying the Skyscreen the whole time and discovered that it could actually be used for chatting. It could even send private messages to those in the arena, so he decisively started a private chat with Tang Wulin.
"Wulin, you saw it too. Although you're Level 30 and possess the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, the terror of a summoning-type Soul Master does not lie solely in Soul Power Level. You only need to defeat Tang San."
"Understood, Teacher Wu."
Tang Wulin had never believed from beginning to end that he could defeat Xu Feng. He only needed to make sure he was not punished and retain second place.
As the countdown on the arena finally ended, the duel officially began.
"First Soul Skill! Blue Silver Entanglement!"
Blue Silver Grass spread across the entire arena, binding Xu Feng tightly. Tang San smiled confidently. It seemed this so-called Soul Elder was nothing special after all. He had completely failed to notice that Xu Feng simply could not be bothered to move.
Xu Feng looked at the confident Tang San across from him, then at the character that had appeared on the panel this time—his good brother Dan Heng. He could not laugh yet. He would laugh in thirty seconds. In thirty seconds, the Express would ram him to death.
"You should surrender. You've already been bound by my Blue Silver Entanglement. There's no way you can break free."
The moment Tang San finished speaking, Xu Feng snapped his fingers. March 7th and Dan Heng, in his Imbibitor Lunae form, appeared beside him.
The Express bond was instantly fulfilled. Amid a thunderous roar, an Astral Express smashed through the massive arena Aha had constructed.
"Go, go, go! All aboard!"
March 7th sat atop the train as it locked onto Tang San and charged toward him at an unimaginable speed.
"I surrender! I surrender!"
Seeing the train barreling toward him, Tang San's legs went wet between them. He immediately chose to surrender. If he tried to take that thing head-on, he would absolutely be crushed into a speed bump.
After Tang San chose to surrender, the Astral Express vanished into thin air under the influence of Aha's power.
"Huh?"
March 7th touched beneath her bottom and found nothing there. The next moment, she fell straight down.
"March, you should lose some weight."
Xu Feng caught the falling March 7th. She had been blushing from the princess carry, but when she heard Xu Feng say she was fat, she immediately pinched his cheeks.
"I'm not fat! Your strength just got weaker."
March 7th would never admit that she had spent the past few days holed up in her room, binge-watching shows and eating snacks. She absolutely would not admit it.
"Alright, alright. Our beautiful and charming little March is the slimmest. Not fat at all, and she definitely hasn't been sneaking snacks."
As Xu Feng spoke, he wiped the cream from the corner of March 7th's mouth. "And it's strawberry-flavored, too."
"You jerk!"
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