Sister Steps In for Brother, Brother Steps In for Brother: One Loving Family

"Second Sister's combat experience was far too seasoned."

"Every step she took, every strike she made, was precise to the limit."

"No six-year-old could have that kind of battle awareness."

"Had she undergone some kind of secret training at Spirit Hall?"

"Spirit Hall's resources really were unfathomable. I'll have to be even more careful when I move against these Evil Soul Masters."

At the back of the crowd, Huo Yuhao watched the scene with growing wariness.

Beside him, Qian Renchuan heard Huo Yuhao's thoughts and couldn't help grinning.

Heh, the third one has a decent eye.

But Second Sister is the Angel God. Using a god's experience to bully some little kid? That's hardly a fair fight.

On the field, Qian Renxue withdrew her Seraphim Martial Soul, her expression cool.

"Is that enough?"

Huyan Ye's face burned red.

He hated losing, but he had no choice but to admit how strong Qian Renxue was.

He could only scramble to his feet and slink back into the crowd.

But the students of the Second-Level Class clearly weren't willing to let Qian Renchuan and the others off so easily.

Huyan Ye had lost.

They felt humiliated.

Then someone turned toward Huo Yuhao, who had been hiding at the back.

"Heh."

"Miss Xue certainly lives up to her reputation. We're convinced."

"But there are three of you. You can't have Miss Xue fight alone every time, can you?"

"Exactly. If the Eldest Young Master won't come out, surely you wouldn't mind getting a little exercise, Third Young Master?"

"Come on, Third Young Master. Show us what you can do!"

Huo Yuhao's expression darkened.

He hadn't expected them to single him out even back here.

But he only had ten levels of Soul Power, and his Spirit Eyes Martial Soul wasn't suited to combat. He couldn't fight these people.

After gritting his teeth for a moment, Huo Yuhao said, "I'm only level ten. I'm no match for you."

Hearing Huo Yuhao admit defeat so readily, the Second-Level Class students didn't back off. They grew even more smug.

A round-faced boy stepped out of the crowd with a grin.

"I'll do it."

"I'm the weakest in our class. Level twenty-one, with a tool Martial Soul."

"Third Young Master, we'll stop before anyone gets hurt. No hard feelings, all right?"

Huo Yuhao's expression darkened further.

He knew they were determined to embarrass him. They had picked him because he seemed easy to beat.

Unless he used the level-one Soul Tool he had crafted just two days ago. With its power, he could catch the round-faced boy off guard and defeat him.

But that would reveal his trump card.

Once the Evil Soul Masters of Spirit Hall discovered he could make Soul Tools, they would keep a close watch on him.

How would he ever leave then?

It wasn't worth it.

When Huo Yuhao hesitated, the people around him began to sneer.

"What's wrong? Is the Third Young Master afraid to fight too?"

"Well, well. The Pope's three children really are a perfect set!"

"The Eldest Young Master's a coward who does nothing but lie around sleeping, and the Third Young Master's too spineless to even step into the ring."

"Looks like the Qian Family has to rely on a girl to save face!"

"Exactly! What kind of man hides behind a woman?"

Huo Yuhao's face turned ashen at their taunts, and he clenched his fists.

I was the God of Emotions in my last life.

How can I take an insult like this?

Damn them!

Should I just accept?

Even if I have to show some of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, I'll teach these arrogant fools a lesson.

But just as he was about to speak, a lazy voice came from behind him.

"Hey, you lot."

"Did you eat garlic this morning? Your breath stinks, and you're giving me a headache."

"Second Sister was itching for a fight and stole my opponent."

"How did that turn into me hiding?"

Everyone froze.

They turned toward the voice.

Only then did they realize Qian Renchuan had spoken.

They also seemed to remember what had happened.

Qian Renchuan really had been about to fight before Qian Renxue had stepped in.

And from the sound of it, he intended to fight in Huo Yuhao's place?

The crowd quickly recovered and burst into louder laughter.

"Eldest Young Master, you sure picked a convenient time to wake up."

"When our class monitor challenged you, you played dead behind Miss Xue. Now that it's the weakest student in our class, you can't wait to come out."

"You saw someone easy to bully and rushed in to take advantage!"

"Eldest Young Master, don't you have any shame? Hahaha!"

Even Huo Yuhao turned to Qian Renchuan with a deep frown.

Damn it. The eldest really is a piece of work!

He sees the weakest one in their class and wants to strut around? Does he even know what he's capable of?

Still, this works for me. With that idiot taking the hit, I won't have to fight, and my trump card stays hidden.

Let him get beaten up. Maybe that'll teach him a lesson.

With that thought, Huo Yuhao immediately took half a step back, leaving the others in front of him.

But as Qian Renxue watched her elder brother step forward, her thoughts took a different turn.

The eldest may look like a clown right now, but he's willing to step up. He has some backbone, at least.

The other boy may be the weakest in the Second-Level Class, but he's still level twenty-one and has two Soul Skills.

The eldest has never trained, sleeps every day, and has no combat experience. He's bound to lose.

But perhaps that's for the best.

If he suffers a little and loses face in front of everyone, it might finally spur him to train properly.

And so Qian Renchuan walked to the center of the field.

The round-faced boy grinned from ear to ear as he looked at him.

"Eldest Young Master, we'll stop before anyone gets hurt."

"Don't worry. I won't hit your face."

"Why do you all talk so much?"

Qian Renchuan yawned and said casually, "Just get on with it. I'm sleepy."

The fight began.

Not one person expected Qian Renchuan to win. They were all waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

"Martial Soul, manifest!"

The round-faced boy shouted and summoned his hammer Martial Soul. Two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

"Careful, Eldest Young Master!"

"First Soul Skill: Heavy Hammer Strike!"

Gripping the hammer with both hands, the round-faced boy swung it hard at Qian Renchuan.

The hammer came hurtling toward him with a fierce whistle.

But Qian Renchuan stood where he was. He didn't summon his Seraphim Martial Soul, only activated his Skin Martial Soul.

Hum.

A faint glow spread over his skin.

Qian Renchuan gazed calmly at the approaching hammer.

Lately, the spiritual power returned to him as Huo Yuhao cultivated the Purple Demon Eyes had pushed his mental strength far beyond that of an ordinary person.

To his senses, the round-faced boy's swing was as slow as a snail.

He could see the hammer's path and exactly where it would land.

At the last moment, Qian Renchuan shifted slightly sideways. The hammer thundered past his clothes.

It slammed into the ground.

Boom!

The ground cracked open.

A shallow pit appeared.

The round-faced boy froze.

The students who had been ready to cheer fell silent.

"He... dodged it?"

"Just luck, right? He must've gotten lucky!"

The round-faced boy gritted his teeth, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes.

He yanked his hammer free and immediately activated his second Soul Ring.

"Second Soul Skill: Flurry of Blows!"