Zhao Wuji had been too caught up in the fight to notice, but after Flender's reminder, recalling their exchange sent a chill down his spine.
That was right. From the beginning until now, not a single Soul Ring had lit up beneath this young man's feet.
He had used five Soul Skills, while his opponent had used none-and had still driven him back.
What did that mean? This could very well be some Titled Douluo toying with him.
"Could he be..." Zhao Wuji's throat tightened, and his voice grew much quieter.
Flender said in a low voice, "I'd say there's a good chance this gentleman is a Titled Douluo who's been cultivating in seclusion. Otherwise, why would he come here looking for a job?"
Zhao Wuji's mind buzzed, and cold sweat immediately broke out across his forehead.
He turned to look at Shuofang Si. Wisps of cold mist were still rising from the Frostburn Gloves in Shuofang Si's hands. Zhao Wuji swallowed, feeling that his earlier behavior had been no different from shouting provocations at the gates of the underworld.
With Shuofang Si's keen hearing, he had caught every word of Flender and Zhao Wuji's conversation.
He found it rather amusing. He had clearly told them the truth, yet these two had already imagined him to be a Titled Douluo.
Shuofang Si raised a hand and waved it casually. "Not at all. I'm actually only at level ten. I'm not even a proper Soul Master yet."
Flender and Zhao Wuji both froze. Level ten? He had fought Zhao Wuji at level ten?
That Gravity Crush Zhao Wuji had unleashed earlier would have brought even an ordinary level-sixty Soul Emperor to his knees on the spot.
And he still claimed he wasn't even a Soul Master?
Flender became even more certain.