"Match five, number nine, Chen Xiaojun, against number ten, Zhao Mingsheng," Chen Wu announced loudly.
From the VIP seats, Ma Zhibin called out, "Watch closely, everyone! Old Xun's second boy is taking the stage. Sit tight, and mind you don't drop your jaws."
"Look at you making such a fuss. I'd better watch carefully, then." Xue Tianming rubbed his eyes.
"Zhibin, what's so special about this child? He should be six, if I remember correctly." Ning Ze usually wore a smile and seldom spoke.
Just then, a tall, burly figure quickly made his way onto the Soul Fighting platform.
He looked only fourteen or fifteen, yet stood an astonishing one meter ninety tall. His shoulders and back were broad, his entire body covered in granite-like muscle. Beneath his dark skin, sinews coiled like serpents, resembling dark-gold bear tattoos spread across his bare upper body.
A fierce light flashed in his great, bell-sized eyes. As he took the stage, he threw back his head and let out a deafening roar, unleashing his formidable presence.
Zhao Mingsheng, a Violent Gold Bear Soul Master, was a level thirty-two strength-type, power attack system Battle Soul Elder.
"Young Master Xiaojun, why don't you step down? You've only just obtained your soul ring, and there's a huge gap between our soul power. It wouldn't be good if I accidentally hurt you."
Looking rather troubled, Zhao Mingsheng earnestly urged Chen Xiaojun to concede.
To his mind, although Chen Xiaojun was a Super Genius with "level nine" innate soul power, that could not bridge a gap of more than twenty levels.
Chen Xiaojun smiled confidently. "Brother Shengming, don't hold back!"
A Sword Shadow appeared behind Chen Xiaojun as he drew the Wind Luan Sword. With the Sword Step Swift Body, Flying Wild Duck, he became a streak of