Gwah! I really am invincible under heaven!

"Give us one! Give us one! Give us one!"

Their eyes were red, their facial muscles twisted, and beastlike roars poured from their mouths. They didn't care whether whoever stepped into the ring would be beaten to death, or whether that little kid would get hurt. They only wanted to see fighting, to see blood, to see even fiercer collisions.

Bai Yushan stood in the octagonal cage, listening to the entire crowd's cries, his grin widening.

He raised a hand and pointed toward a spot in the stands.

"You. Get up here."

The man he pointed at was tall and thin, wearing a shabby leather jacket, with a long knife scar across his face. His eyes widened, and he pointed at his own nose, as though confirming whether Bai Yushan meant him.

Bai Yushan nodded.

The tall, thin man gritted his teeth, rose from his seat, and walked down the steps. He pulled open the wire cage's door, stepped inside, and stood before Bai Yushan.

Two white Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

Two Ten-Year Soul Rings.

His Martial Soul was a dagger, short and compact, pitch-black from end to end, reflecting none of the light. His grip was professional, its tip pointing downward, his body leaning slightly forward. One look was enough to tell he had trained.

The tall, thin man said nothing. His body suddenly moved with astonishing speed. The dagger flashed coldly as it stabbed toward Bai Yushan's throat. This thrust was fast and vicious-a killing move.

Bai Yushan's emotions soared to an extreme.

His blood boiled, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, each beat strengthening the electric current another notch.

Electricity surged through his meridians, leaped through his muscles, and exploded in every cell. His senses were heightened to their limit, and everything inside the octagonal cage became incomparably clear.

He could hear the tall, thin man's heartbeat, the faint sound of the dagger slicing through the air, and the rhythm of every spectator's breathing. He could see every pattern on the dagger's blade, the veins bulging on the tall, thin man's wrist, and the degree to which his pupils contracted.

The tall, thin man before him seemed to have slowed countless times over, crawling like a tortoise in Bai Yushan's eyes.

The dagger stabbed toward him, moving fast.

But in Bai Yushan's perception, that dagger seemed to be swimming through water, laughably slow.

Bai Yushan grinned and shifted his body slightly sideways. The dagger skimmed past his neck. He clenched his right fist, all the electricity surging toward it. Blue-white light gathered over his fist as he smashed a punch into the tall, thin man's chest.

The tall, thin man's body flew backward as though struck by a truck and slammed into the wire cage. The wire mesh caved inward beneath the impact, and the entire octagonal cage shook.

Electricity exploded across his chest, blue-white arcs leaping all over his body. A large hole burned through his clothes, leaving a patch of charred black skin beneath.

His eyes rolled back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The dagger slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground. His body slid down the wire mesh and collapsed limply on the floor, motionless.

The entire venue fell silent for a fraction of a second.

Then Bai Yushan's voice exploded inside the octagonal cage.

"Gwah! I really am invincible under heaven!"

He spread his arms and threw his head back in laughter. His laughter echoed through the silent underground fighting arena, filled with madness and triumph. Electricity danced wildly across his body, blue-white arcs illuminating the entire octagonal cage and casting him in the image of a thunder god.

The spectators watched that little kid laughing in the center of the octagonal cage, watched that six-year-old boy instantly take down a two-ring Soul Master with a single punch, and the last string of reason in their minds snapped.

"Awooo!"

Someone stood, waving his arms and letting out a beastlike roar.

"Invincible! Invincible! Invincible!"

A second person stood, then a third, then everyone. Their eyes were red, their facial muscles twisted, and incoherent roars poured from their mouths. Some smashed their drinking glasses on the floor, some tore their clothes apart and flung them into the air, and some clutched their heads and crouched on the ground, howling.

Under Bai Yushan's wildly provocative roar, everyone began descending into madness.

They didn't care about winning or losing, life or death, or any rules or reason. They only wanted to see strength, to see violence, to see that little kid keep standing in the octagonal cage, keep swinging his fists, and keep unleashing his electricity.

"Another one! Another one!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Invincible! Invincible!"

The entire underground fighting arena became a boiling volcano. Madness permeated the air, infecting every person, and everyone screamed themselves hoarse.

Bai Yushan stood in the octagonal cage, listening to the entire crowd's cries, his grin widening. His eyes shone like two stars, flames of madness burning in his pupils.

He raised a hand and pointed toward the stands.

"Next!"

That night, riding in Chen Qingquan's car, Bai Yushan leaned back in the passenger seat, still savoring the exhilaration of the underground fighting arena.

That unreserved release of strength, that feverish, restless swell of the atmosphere, that pleasure of ascending to utter bliss kept the electricity inside Bai Yushan surging. When he closed his eyes, he could still hear those people's cries, still see the lights above the octagonal cage, still feel the sensation of his fists smashing into his opponents.

Electricity surged inside him like frenzied dragons, trying to burst out of his body. He took a deep breath and reined all that electricity back inside, allowing not the slightest trace to escape.

Now was not the time to unleash it. What he needed now was calm.

Chen Qingquan drove without saying a word. His eyes stayed on the road ahead, both hands gripping the steering wheel, his expression complicated.

Following Bai Yushan's directions, the car crossed more than half the city and arrived at an estate on Aolai City's eastern outskirts.

Chen Qingquan stopped the car outside the estate's entrance. Looking at the wrought-iron gates and the broad lawns beyond, he fell somewhat silent. He had seen this estate before. In Aolai City's property register, it belonged to an outsider-an outsider with a mysterious identity.

He hadn't expected someone to make a move on Bai Yushan so soon.

But thinking of Bai Yushan's monstrous performance throughout the day, Chen Qingquan felt it was only natural.

Setting aside Bai Yushan's warped thinking, his strength, speed, and reactions were all more than a dozen times those of a normal adult, and this was before he had even obtained a Soul Spirit and officially become a Soul Master.

As his Soul Power cultivation rose and he grew older, Chen Qingquan had a premonition: he might well witness the birth of a Limit Douluo!

Having lived and worked in Mingdu, Chen Qingquan knew all too well the future that awaited a child with such extraordinary potential once he gained the backing of a major power: he would soar into the heavens in a single flight. Titled Douluo was merely his insignificant lower limit. This kid, Bai Yushan, was destined to climb the lofty peak of Limit Douluo!

To become one of the strongest people in the world!