"No matter how well you put it, reality is still reality."
"Your pride means nothing in the face of absolute power and strength!"
Seeing Ning Fengzhi at a loss for words, Sword Douluo immediately stepped forward.
"You want to talk about reality? Fine. Let's talk about reality."
"The reality is that I'm nothing special. I merely have Innate Full Soul Power."
"I'm seven now, and I've only reached level fifteen Soul Power. By eight, I'll probably just break through to Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster."
"What a cruel reality. It almost makes me want to cry."
"What was your reality like back then, Sword Douluo? Surely you were far ahead of me?"
Qin Qi looked at Sword Douluo with a faint smile. You want to talk reality? Then let's compare the evidence.
"..."
Sword Douluo fell silent. When it came to talent, he really did seem to fall short of Qin Qi.
He certainly hadn't been capable of reaching Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster at eight.
"Let's set talent aside and talk about another reality. At seven, I survived for ten whole days deep in the Star Dou Great Forest!"
"And I brought someone out unharmed. Could you have done that at my age, Sword Douluo?"
Qin Qi didn't stop just because Sword Douluo had gone quiet.
"No."
Sword Douluo knew his own limits. People called him a genius.
But even geniuses were human. They were weakest as children, when death came most easily.
"Then let's talk about one more thing. My Martial Soul is the Golden Saint Dragon King."
"It's a higher-tier Martial Soul than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. I'm certain to become a Titled Douluo."
"Do you think that's reality, Sword Douluo?"
Qin Qi walked right up to Sword Douluo and tilted his head back to look at him.
Yet his