The boys on the Practice Ground were still locked in fierce combat.
Their bodies were nimble and agile, powerful and overbearing. Their Martial Souls danced and clashed with piercing sounds, their eyes burned with an intense desire to fight, and a scorching atmosphere filled the air.
Half an hour passed, and the first round was over. The children's bouts were quick, after all, each ending in just a few minutes.
All the Chen Clan children made it through the first round without trouble.
Not everyone would encounter a Soul Elder. Against opponents of the same rank, the Chen Clan children held an absolute advantage.
After a fifteen-minute rest, the second round began.
Zhu Wukui's face bore a fifty- to sixty-percent resemblance to Little Wuneng's, though overall, he looked more like his father, Zhu Tianhao.
His two black brows rose sharply like sword edges. Beneath them lay deep, decisive eyes-the sort found only in someone tempered by years of military life into unyielding resolve, someone who would never bend despite a hundred setbacks.
Zhu Wukui was fourteen that year, the same age as Chen Yanwu.
As Chen Jianjun's Personal Attendant, he had not gone away to study during the past two years, but he would leave with Chen Jianjun that year.
Zhu Wukui cupped his fist. "Young Master Chen Mu, I'm a level 33 Battle Soul Elder. Please instruct me."
Chen Mu replied, "Brother Wu Kui, please go easy on me. I'm a level 23 Agility Attack Type Soul Grandmaster. Please instruct me!"
Chen Mu was ten that year, with level 7.8 Innate Soul Power. Though his temperament was rather flighty, he trained hard.
Becoming a level 23 Soul Grandmaster at ten was already quite an achievement.
Incidentally, his grandfather, Chen Cong, and his father, Chen Hua, were both Control Type