Wang Xiaoming thought he had misheard.
Had she just called for Ye Lingling?
Or... had she said her name was Ye Lingling!?
No, no, no, how could that be?
This girl who looked like a withdrawn loner was actually the best healer on the Douluo Continent?
At the thought, his gaze drifted downward.
Could this healer really heal anyone?
He could only say she had a promising future.
"I said, my name is Ye Lingling."
Ye Lingling looked at Wang Xiaoming with some displeasure.
Wasn't he the one who wanted to make friends? What was wrong with her introducing herself?
"So, what's your name?"
"Me? I'm just a passing Kamen Rider."
Ye Lingling: "???"
Could they even have a normal conversation!?
While she was getting angry, Wang Xiaoming had already swept through the wontons in front of him like a whirlwind scattering clouds. After wiping his mouth, he introduced himself.
"My name is Wang Xiaoming, I'm six years old, 1.4 meters tall, male, a level-thirteen One-Ring Battle Soul Master. My hobbies are cute girls and delicious food. Is there anything else you want to know?"
Hearing such a long introduction all of a sudden, Ye Lingling froze.
Was that how normal people made friends?
She had never heard of it.
Ye Lingling shook her head without thinking.
"Good. Remember to pay, okay? I'm leaving first."
Wang Xiaoming had no intention of continuing to chat with this closed jar out on the street. Once they entered the academy, he would have plenty of opportunities anyway.
After he left, Ye Lingling looked at the money pouch on the table and fell into a brief daze.
I still couldn't return this money to him...
She didn't know how much money an ordinary viscount's family had.
But a viscount like Wang Xiaoming, who even came out to buy medicine himself, definitely had no money at home.
"Young lady, here are your wontons... Huh? Where's the kid?"
Ye Lingling glanced at him without speaking, took a silver coin from her Soul Tool, placed it on the table, and left.
Holding the wontons, the owner picked up the money on the table, looking utterly baffled.
"That's way too much. Kids these days start living off girls at such a young age?"
After nightfall, Wang Xiaoming sat on his bed and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Phew, I finally broke through to level fourteen."
He had cultivated for the entire day, and only two days had passed since he finished absorbing the Soul Ring.
This was the benefit of absorbing a Soul Ring beyond that so-called age limit.
At the very least, it could spare someone of the same talent two months of arduous cultivation.
His gaze turned toward a landmark building in the distance.
The Great Soul Arena!
He hadn't summoned "Ning Rongrong" tonight, and he still had plenty of Soul Power.
He had already decided to use the Great Soul Arena to hone his fighting skills.
As a Kamen Rider, no matter how heaven-defying his abilities were, he couldn't just charge in blindly.
He had to learn how to combine his skills and when to use them through combat.
As he thought this, he was already standing in front of the Great Soul Arena's registration desk.
The receptionist was a pretty young woman. She pushed up her glasses and looked at Wang Xiaoming, at a loss for a moment.
"Little boy, you want to participate in Soul Fighting? We don't have a children's division here. The lowest-level opponents are all One-Ring Soul Masters, and even then we might not find you a match..."
The young receptionist patiently explained this to Wang Xiaoming.
Judging by his age, this little boy had probably only recently awakened his Martial Soul. How could he possibly be capable of participating in Soul Fighting?
If she really let him in, what would happen if that cute little face got beaten out of shape?
Besides, the One-Ring Soul Masters who came here to fight were generally those who had already advanced to level twenty but needed to earn money to hire people to help them hunt Soul Beasts.
No matter how she looked at it, she didn't particularly want this child to register.
Seeing the reluctance on her face, Wang Xiaoming could barely stop the corner of his mouth from twitching again.
Sure, he was good-looking, but could she please be a little more professional?
"Miss, I'm sure I want to participate in Soul Fighting. I'm level fourteen, you know. I'm very strong."
"Level fourteen!?"
The young woman was surprised for a moment. This child was actually level fourteen? Didn't that mean his Innate Soul Power had to be above level eight? Even level nine wasn't impossible...
Her throat moved, and she glanced at the people waiting in line behind him. She had no choice but to speak in a businesslike manner. "The registration fee is ten Gold Soul Coins. It won't be refunded if you lose, but you only need to pay it once. It's used to make your identity plate. If you understand, you can pay the fee and have your identity plate made."
Wang Xiaoming took ten Gold Soul Coins from his pocket and set them on the counter.
"Please make one for me. As for the name on the identity plate, Knight will do."
"Very well, Mr. Knight. Would you like to join the matching queue? Your opponent will be matched according to your level and won't be a major realm above you. However, given your current low level, the wait may be rather long..."
Hearing that, Wang Xiaoming said directly, "Miss, match me with someone a level higher. Above level twenty is fine too."
As soon as he said that, not only the receptionist but everyone around him who had heard his outrageous words was shocked.
Did this kid know what it meant to be a major realm higher?
A Battle Soul Master a major realm above you could whip you around like a spinning top.
A burly man with a full beard and a fur coat behind him put his hand on the shoulder of the person beside him. "Pfft, Old Li, did you hear what that kid said? He actually wants to challenge someone above his level."
"I heard... The kid doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. I bet he wants an excuse to go home and drink milk after he loses."
"Hahahahaha."
"Hey, Little Bisi, hurry up and put the kid in the queue. Let him see what kind of world this is sooner rather than later!"
The young receptionist rolled her eyes at the people watching for amusement, then looked at Wang Xiaoming with a serious expression.
This time, she had no intention of coaxing him as she would a child.
"Mr. Knight, I must warn you: Soul Masters above level twenty don't just have one more Soul Skill. Their Soul Power reserves and combat reactions are several times greater than yours.
"Also, even with a referee on the stage, if the difference in Soul Power is too great, serious injury is still possible, and there might not even be time for treatment.
"Once you challenge someone above your level, all the terms protecting your interests will become invalid due to force majeure. Even so, do you still insist on being matched with a higher-level opponent?"
Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming nodded decisively.
"I know. Match me."
The young woman sighed and entered Wang Xiaoming into the matching system.
She handed Wang Xiaoming his identity plate and said, "All right, here is your identity plate. You can now go to the preparation area and wait to be called. There will be an announcement over the broadcast... Stay safe."