Gold Resonance

Bao Liang launched another attack.

This time, Xiao Hongchen dared not be careless again.

The remaining two hundred-plus Soul Cannon simultaneously aimed at Bao Liang's fist—but this time, instead of releasing Soul Guidance Ray, they unleashed a special shockwave.

The shockwave distorted space, forcibly reversing the direction of Bao Liang's fist.

This is precisely the ultimate talent of Xiao Hongchen's Three-Legged Golden Toad Martial Soul Evolution into the Ultimate Gold — Gold Resonance.

It can control all metals within a 100-meter radius to resonate; the more metals there are, the stronger the resonance.

It can also resonate with surrounding Soul Tool Soul Tool, enabling them to quickly initiate a coordinated attack.

The fist, its direction reversed, slammed into the ring.

Boom--!

In an instant, the arena beneath their feet, which was powerful enough to withstand the attack of a level 60 Soul Emperor, was dented by nearly ten meters.

Half of the arenas were even cracked, with pebbles flying and dust billowing.

This was even with Bao Liang controlling his strength.

The stands were deathly silent.

"This... this person is really our age? Are you sure it's not someone from Soul Douluo disguised as a student trying to stun us?"

"That arena was enhanced with Level 7 Soul Tool; it can withstand attacks from at least several Soul Emperor simultaneously..."

"He's only ten years old... ten years old..."

Seeing Bao Liang's current ferocity, Xiao Hongchen swallowed hard a few times.

He controlled the remaining Soul Cannon to fire again, while simultaneously pulling himself to the maximum distance, but Bao Liang closed in again in a few leaps.

But faced with this overwhelming destructive power, all of Xiao Hongchen's methods seemed to hit cotton.

He crushed 256 Soul Cannon with his single hand.

The metal pillar was shattered by his punch.

He withstood the Soul Guidance Ray- on.

The ring collapsed with a single punch from him.

The fist wind blew, and he ate a full load.

What could he do?

We can't beat them. We really can't beat them.

Bao Liang is now a veritable nemesis of Soul Engineer.

What are Soul Engineer most afraid of? It's that the enemy has already rushed in front of them before the Soul Tool is even assembled.

Bao Liang, however, was even more ferocious, charging forward despite the salvo from two hundred and fifty-six Soul Cannon. What could Xiao Hongchen possibly say then?

Here you go.

If I say any more, I'll give you my life.

After a final, desperate struggle lasting a few minutes, Xiao Hongchen gave a helpless, bitter smile...

"I'm not fighting anymore, I admit defeat." Xiao Hongchen said decisively.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Although the duel between Xiao Hongchen and Bao Liang lasted only a few minutes, it demonstrated to all the students watching what "numerical shock" truly meant.

They stared in disbelief, their minds reeling.

What did they see? Xiao Hongchen's overwhelming firepower could only last a few minutes against Bao Liang? And what was with that black armor? Was he really someone their age?

Oh wait, they seem to be under fifteen years old.

Hehe... What else is there to say? Here you go.

But because of this, many female students looked at Bao Liang and Xiao Hongchen with longing and admiration.

The two even later developed their own fan clubs—but that's another story.

Below the stage, Jing Hongchen, who had arrived at some unknown time, looked at her two grandsons on the stage with a face full of satisfaction.

At the same time, he glanced at the crowd leaving from the surrounding corners and couldn't help but laugh to himself: Look, look, do whatever you want.

If you can pull off the exact same moves as this kid, I'll cut off my head and give it to you.

However, unlike the other students who were filled with despair, a thin boy with black hair casually draped over his shoulders and carrying a long black bag looked at Bao Liang with determination, expectation, and eagerness in his eyes.

A faint buzzing sound could be heard coming from the black bag on his back.

He quickly looked away and turned to leave his seat.

The battle is over.

Bao Liang undoubtedly became the top student in the entire grade, Xiao Hongchen came in second, and Meng Hongchen came in third.

In addition to receiving a larger share of special metals as a reward, the three also officially became reserve members of this year's Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament.

Of course, with Bao Liang and the other two's current strength, they are more than capable of being official team members.

After the competition, today's classes also ended, and everyone went home to their respective mothers.

Although they longed to get closer to Bao Liang and the other two, discuss life, explore secrets, and even express their affections, they hesitated and dared not act rashly, considering Bao Liang's outrageous fighting prowess.

After all, no one knows whether Bao Liang's punch in the match was his Bao Liang strength, but even if it wasn't, given their physical condition, which was improved by drugs, they should be thankful that they weren't turned into a bloody mist by that punch.

On their way home from school, the setting sun cast long shadows of the three of them.

Xiao Hongchen was still resentful about the punch Bao Liang, and he kept rubbing his chest as he walked, occasionally making a "hissing" sound.

"Bao Liang, to be honest, that punch you threw was a bit outrageous, wasn't it?" Xiao Hongchen finally couldn't help but speak up. "What kind of good person would smash half a ring with one punch? By the way, what's your strength now? You're not already capable of killing Soul Saint with one punch, are you?"

Bao Liang thought for a moment, "I don't know."

I've never used my full strength all these years, and I always hold back when sparring with you guys.

"And even when I practiced with Grandpa Jing and Grandpa Ye, they just let me fly like a kite, I couldn't exert any strength at all."

Jing/Ye: Did we want to fly a kite? It's because if we got punched like that, we'd have to scream for help too!

Meng Hongchen covered her mouth and chuckled, "So this is the reason why you've been so restless and constantly tearing the house apart all these years, Little Baozi?"

Bao Liang rolled his eyes. "What can I do? I'm a fire-attribute Soul Master, and my Second Martial Soul is Beast Martial Soul. What's wrong with me having a lot of energy? I have a lot of strength but nowhere to use it, I'm helpless too."

"So that's your reason for demolishing the Worship Hall three times, the Red Dust Mansion four times, the West City Manor seven times, and the Mingde Hall twelve times?" Xiao Hongchen counted earnestly.

Bao Liang turned his head away and chose to remain silent.

Those few times he really didn't do it on purpose... well, a few times he did.

Meng Hongchen laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, her silver hair gleaming softly in the setting sun.

Looking at her smiling face, Bao Liang's lips unconsciously curled up Bao Liang.

Then--

Please wait a moment.

A voice, flat to the point of being indifferent, yet subtly tinged with excitement, came from ahead.

The three of them looked up at the same time.

A boy blocked their way.

His black hair was casually draped over his shoulders. He had a thin face and slightly sunken eyes, but his eyes were surprisingly bright—like two unsheathed swords, their sharpness restrained yet impossible to ignore.

He was wearing a simple dark blue training uniform, without any academy insignia or any extra decorations.

He carried a long, black cloth bag on his back, from which a faint buzzing sound emanated, like the low growl of some sleeping beast.

What's most striking is the aura emanating from him—a pure and intense fighting spirit.

There was no hostility, no murderous intent; they simply wanted to fight a strong opponent.

Like a sword that has been honed countless times, it has finally found an opponent worthy of its unsheathing.

Bao Liang's pupils contracted slightly.

This person's aura... is very strong.

It's not the kind of strength built up with drugs, but a sharpness that comes from the very core, honed through countless battles.

"Hello, my name is Ji Juechen," the boy said, his voice not loud, but each word clear.

I want to fight you.