Silence.
Absolute silence.
An Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, even suppressed to level thirty-five, was still an expert standing at the pinnacle of the Soul Master World's pyramid.
Yet now, an eleven-year-old boy had driven him back in a head-on clash.
He had even drawn blood.
A few drops of crimson blood dripped between Zhi Lin's fingers.
Zhi Lin stared at the blood on his palm and remained silent for a long time.
It was not merely a flesh wound, but a blow to the understanding he had built over decades of cultivation.
Then he laughed.
It was not the gentle smile an elder gave a junior.
Nor was it the awkward, bitter smile of an expert who had slipped up.
It was wild laughter from the bottom of his heart, the thrill of a hunter sighting prey.
It was the fervor of discovering uncut jade!
"Good! What a Geng Metal Indestructible Body!"
Zhi Lin abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and astonishment:
"Level thirty-five, and not only do you possess a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's Soul Ring, you can perfectly fuse its violent metal element with Blue Silver Grass..."
He drew a deep breath and declared, each word distinct:
"You won."
In the stands.
Bai Baoshan opened and closed his mouth, unable to speak.
In his thirty years as an Education Committee Member, the geniuses he had seen were as numerous as carp crossing a river.
But he had never seen anything like this-
Eleven years old, level thirty-five.
His second Soul Ring was already a purple thousand-year ring!
And that final Soul Ring was, even more shockingly, a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's Soul Ring!
How was this a genius?
This was clearly a monster wearing human skin!
Meng Shenji slowly rose to his feet.
After a