Seeing Lu Shiyuan showing off, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help covering her mouth and giggling.
She wondered who it was who had been so drained after his soul fighting matches that he looked like a brothel patron who had spent months at it, nearly losing his footing when she gave him the slightest bump.
And now he was putting on airs.
But Zhu Zhuqing adored this side of Lu Shiyuan. In her eyes, even when he was showing off like anyone else, he made it seem fresh and refined.
If it had been Dai Mubai, she would only have found him unbearably sleazy and sickening.
Truly, beauty lay in the eye of the beholder.
Flender's voice rose several octaves despite himself. "Eighty consecutive wins? Do you know that once your winning streak reaches a certain length, you have to challenge opponents above your rank?"
"Of course," Lu Shiyuan said calmly. "But only fifty of those eighty matches were 1V1. The rest were 2V2 matches with Xiao Wu. I was only level thirty back then. I think the opponents in the last few matches were all Soul Kings above level fifty."
Flender fell silent again.
A freak. You're an absolute freak!
But on second thought, when Lu Shiyuan had still been a four-ring Quasi-Soul King, he had been able to trade blows with Zhao Wuji on equal footing. Even after using his Martial Soul Avatar, Zhao Wuji hadn't been able to defeat Lu Shiyuan within the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Viewed that way, the boy defeating Soul Kings as a Quasi-Soul Elder didn't seem all that incomprehensible.
Dai Mubai stared in disbelief at the three gleaming Purple-Gold Soul Fighting Badges on the table.
He had never imagined that Zhu Zhuqing had also advanced to Purple-Gold Rank!
Thinking back