"Sure." Qin Yu nodded and stepped forward, stopping two meters from Meng Yiran. He gestured for her to begin. "Go ahead."
At such close range, Meng Yiran could not help taking another look at his face.
He's ridiculously good-looking, Meng Yiran thought.
"Meng Yiran. Martial Soul: Serpent Cane. Level-thirty, two-ring Battle Soul Master."
"Qin Yu."
"That... that's it?" Meng Yiran looked annoyed. "What about your Martial Soul and Soul Power Level?"
"Are you going to fight or not?" Qin Yu asked calmly.
"You!"
Meng Yiran bit her lip and swung her Serpent Cane at him. She did not use a Soul Skill, intending to test him first.
She had no idea this would be her first move—and her last.
As the Serpent Cane came at him, Qin Yu's expression did not change. He simply reached out and caught it.
Thud.
His hand closed firmly around the Serpent Cane. He was not injured; the blow had not even shaken him.
To Qin Yu, Meng Yiran was a child. Her strength was negligible.
Even if he stood still and let her hit him, she might not be able to hurt him.
"You... ah!" Meng Yiran had barely begun to react in shock when she cried out. The Serpent Cane in her hands dragged her forward.
With a whoosh, she flew toward Qin Yu.
Holding the Serpent Cane in one hand, Qin Yu placed the other on her shoulder to steady her. "That's enough. You've lost."
Everyone: "..."
That Soul Master duel had ended far too quickly.
Was Meng Yiran weak?
No. Qin Yu was simply too strong!
If Qin Yu had been ruthless, his other hand would not have landed on her shoulder. It would have been a fist smashing into her face.
Given that he had caught the Serpent Cane without