The Power of a Fart

He suddenly began to doubt the Great Enshrined's decision. If the plan really succeeded, this woman would probably unleash another storm of blood and slaughter in Spirit Hall. Last time, Qian Xunji had died. Who would it be this time?

Up on the platform, Bibi Dong's killing intent was laid bare. How could Qin Chao and the others below fail to notice?

The four exchanged glances, each seeing intense killing intent in the others' eyes.

According to the competition rules, only three people could enter the practical assessment. That meant one member of the Golden Generation would have to sit out and face the losing side's challenge.

Xie Yue considered it for a moment before slowly speaking. "Yan, take a break for now. The three of us will handle this practical assessment..."

"Wait, Brother Yue, what are you..." Hearing that he would not be taking part, Yan immediately frowned.

They had always advanced and retreated together. Why was he being left behind at this critical moment?

"Little Qin Chao's soul power is still too low, and yesterday took a huge toll on him. If we fail to kill all three of them, he'll have to face their challenge alone. Keeping you in reserve gives us a fallback..."

After hearing Xie Yue's explanation, Yan's anger instantly turned to delight. He thumped his chest with a rather smug air. "Don't worry, Brother Yue. Whatever happens, I'll be here to back you up. Just make sure you protect little Qin Chao..."

As he spoke, he reached out and ruffled Qin Chao's little head. "Kid, blades have no eyes on the battlefield. Stay sharp out there and stick close to your big brother Yue and Sister Na. Don't get hurt!"

Smoothing his tousled hair with his little hand, Qin Chao gave a helpless smile.

Honestly, why does everyone like touching my hair? One of these days, I'll get a buzz cut and prick their hands...

Despite his inward grumbling, warmth inevitably rose in Qin Chao's heart as he looked at the concern on his three "older siblings'" faces.

Maybe this is what having a family feels like...

Qin Chao was the first to extend his right hand, placing it between the four of them. "We're about to head onto the battlefield. Shouldn't we come up with a slogan or something to fire ourselves up?"

Hu Liena's lips curved into a teasing smile. "Always coming up with useless things..." Despite her words, she gently laid her hand over Qin Chao's.

Yan followed next.

He grinned broadly. "How is this useless? This is spirit! Fighting spirit!"

Xie Yue gave them all a helpless look and placed his hand on top as well.

With their hands stacked together, each saw the burning flame in their companions' eyes. Their hearts aligned in an instant, and the slogan they had promised dwindled to a single word...

"Fight!"

Their youthful voices echoed across the Training Ground. Though still immature, they carried a fighting spirit that would charge forward without hesitation.

Watching the four youngsters below, brimming with hot-blooded fighting spirit, Bibi Dong nodded inwardly.

This was how she had imagined the Golden Generation: bursting with vitality, their blood running hot!

"I, Bibi Dong, Pope of Spirit Hall, hereby announce on behalf of Spirit Hall that the assessment has officially begun!"

Bibi Dong's voice echoed across the Training Ground. The six stood facing one another, sparks seeming to fly where their gazes met.

Just like an official match, the practical assessment allowed one minute for both sides to summon their martial souls.

Xie Yue stared coldly at his opponents and raised his arms slightly. "Martial soul, manifest!"

His voice was not loud, yet it carried a faint sense of pressure. Two yellow soul rings and one purple floated above his Moon Blades, shimmering with dazzling light.

Beside him, Hu Liena also released her martial soul. Her flowing long hair turned a fiery red, and a fox tail abruptly appeared above her pert rear, resembling a stream of flowing flame.

Qin Chao stood behind the two, the Heaven and Earth Tower in his right hand gleaming with brilliant golden light. The two soul rings above it, one yellow and one purple, were particularly eye-catching.

The youngsters who had failed yesterday's assessment had also come to watch today. Though they knew something of the Golden Generation's strength, they still broke into cries of astonishment when all those soul rings appeared before their eyes.

"Damn, what's going on? That's a Thousand-Year Soul Ring!" one boy shouted, instinctively rubbing his eyes.

During yesterday's assessment, he had failed to withstand Demon Subduing Douluo's pressure and passed out early, so naturally he had never had the chance to see Qin Chao shine.

"You only just found out..." The boy beside him sighed helplessly. "No wonder he was chosen for the Golden Generation at such a young age. He really does have something extraordinary about him. We can't complain about losing..."

"It's still too early to know who'll take the prize in this match!" A sour voice came from behind them. "If we're just counting soul rings, Young Master Ci Jie's side has one more..."

Just as he said, not only had all three on Ci Jie's side broken through level thirty, but their soul ring configurations were also optimal.

After all, they were pawns the Elder Hall had selected from thousands of candidates. How could they possibly be weak?

Ci Jie had inherited Porcupinefish Douluo's Ci Xue Pufferfish, and after Martial Soul Possession, he took on that round, bulging appearance again.

The Flattering Youth's martial soul was a rather rare soul beast—the Phantom Weasel.

It looked a little like the weasels from Qin Chao's previous life. After Martial Soul Possession, the Flattering Youth not only looked shifty and rat-eyed, but also had a long tail trailing behind him, making him look even more sleazy.

As for Zero, his figure remained unchanged after Martial Soul Possession. Only a small dagger appeared in his hand. It was considerably shorter than the Moon Blades, but a layer of eerie green light clung to it...

"Their martial souls all seem to be poisonous. Be careful..."

Seeing the soul rings flashing around the three, Xie Yue's expression grew considerably graver, and he hurriedly warned the others.

"Poison?" Qin Chao repeated quietly. Delight welled up inside him, and he nearly laughed aloud.

His soul power was only at level twenty-eight. Even with Xie Yue and Hu Liena, both level thirty-six, leading him, killing three Soul Elders would still be somewhat difficult. But if their opponents relied on poison to attack, that was another matter entirely...

To deal with Tang San, he had learned a great deal about poisons from Chrysanthemum Douluo. By now, he could count as something of a poison expert himself. Besides, he also carried an invaluable treasure for dealing with poisons...

The minute passed in the blink of an eye. The instant the countdown ended, the Flattering Youth turned around.

"Exposing your back to your opponent is a cardinal sin in battle! Could this boy have decided his opponents are too strong and be planning to surrender?"

The boy's abnormal movement immediately stirred an uproar in the spectator stands. Even Xie Yue and the others could not help freezing for a moment...

Listening to the mocking chatter from the stands, the Flattering Youth curled his lips into a cold smile.

Hah. Nothing but a bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well...

As that thought crossed his mind, the purple soul ring around him swiftly lit up. He drew a deep breath and stuck his backside high into the air...

"BOOM!"

An earth-shaking fart erupted, its sound rivaling a thunderclap. Such was its force that even the bluestone slabs in the Training Ground shuddered several times...