Chapter 320: Yu Xiaogang: Hehe, you usually look down on me, but what about now?
Chapter 320: Yu Xiaogang: Hehe, you usually look down on me, but what about now?
As the figures of the others faded into the distance, Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong leaned in on either side of Lin Qingmo.
Dugu Yan crossed her arms, her red lips curling into a mischievous arc. "Not bad, A-Qing. You’ve only finished one match, and already a beauty is thinking about you."
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her laughter leaking through her fingers. "And she’s the school belle of Blazing Academy, no less."
"Judging by her expression just now, A-Qing, she’s really taken an interest in you~"
"Hehe."
Lin Qingmo shook his head and chuckled, not saying a single word in response.
He didn’t think a single Spirit Fight could win someone’s heart.
"What are you two talking about!"
Xiao Wu lunged between the two of them in a single bound, spreading her arms to block Lin Qingmo, her cheeks puffed out like a rabbit protecting its food.
"I saw it long ago; that Huo Wu is clearly a vixen!"
Dugu Yan raised an eyebrow, deliberately teasing her. "Oh? How is she a vixen? I thought she seemed quite upright."
"Upright, my foot!"
Xiao Wu stamped her feet in anger.
"She just lost the match and immediately came scurrying over, saying something about ’defeating you personally’—that’s clearly an excuse to get close to A-Qing. She definitely has bad intentions!"
Ning Rongrong was already doubled over with laughter. "Xiao Wu, you’re jealous, aren’t you?"
"Who... who’s jealous!"
Xiao Wu’s voice rose half an octave, but the tips of her ears quietly turned red.
"I’m just vetting him for A-Qing’s sake. What do you know!"
Lin Qingmo raised his hand and gently rubbed Xiao Wu’s head, the corners of his lips curling slightly. "Alright, that’s enough."
Xiao Wu huffed; though she stopped talking, she pressed closer to Lin Qingmo, clearly refusing to yield an inch.
Seeing this, the others burst into another round of laughter.
...
VIP Box.
Emperor Xue Ye sat in the main seat, slapping his palm on the table. His laughter was so loud it made the tea in the cups tremble.
"Good! What a Lin Qingmo!"
His voice was like a resonant bell, and his face was flushed with excitement.
"He truly is a young talent of my Heaven Dou Empire. He must be cultivated with all our resources; in the future, he will surely become a pillar of my Heaven Dou!"
He had originally come today just to watch the excitement in his spare time.
Who would have thought he would discover such a brilliant junior? This trip was well worth it.
Ning Fengzhi sat in a side seat, lightly waving his folding fan, and echoed with a smile, "Your Majesty has a Wisdom Eye. This boy has a steady Heart-Nature and unfathomable strength, and he even hides such an astonishing trump card—his future prospects are limitless."
Though he spoke calmly, he had already made up his mind.
Such an unpolished gem was worth the full effort of the sect to win over.
It just so happened that he seemed to have a good relationship with Rongrong.
Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his voice low like the hum of a sword. "This boy’s Spirit is by no means an ordinary Blue Silver Grass."
The folding fan in Ning Fengzhi’s hand paused slightly.
"I believe his Spirit is a top-tier mutated Spirit."
Chen Xin’s tone was certain.
"In time, his achievements will not be below mine."
The smile on Ning Fengzhi’s face faded.
He knew Chen Xin too well.
The number one person in the way of the sword, a Titled Douluo, possessed unyielding pride and rarely praised anyone.
To receive the comment ’achievements will not be below mine’ from him—you couldn’t find a second person among the younger generation in the entire Douluo Continent.
Just what kind of Prodigy was this Lin Qingmo?
Could a brief encounter really make Uncle Chen praise him so much?
Ning Fengzhi’s assessment of Lin Qingmo’s weight in his heart rose even further.
Nearby, Qian Renxue sat with the face of ’Xue Qinghe,’ a polite and gentle smile on her lips.
But beneath her sleeves, her long fingers were already clenched tightly.
As the Young Lord of Spirit Hall, she had seen more geniuses than most people had seen Spirit Masters.
Even the Golden Generation, whom Spirit Hall was so proud of, had never shaken her heart like this.
A single Martial Soul Fusion Skill from Lin Qingmo and Ye Lingling actually forced the Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, to personally step in and block it.
If this kind of battle record were to spread, who knows how many jaws would drop in shock.
"Lin Qingmo."
She whispered the name in her heart.
This person must be won over; he must be won over at any cost.
The trouble now was that Emperor Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi seemed very focused on Lin Qingmo.
Tsk, she somewhat regretted facilitating this Spirit Fight.
She picked up her teacup and took a shallow sip, her face as calm as a breeze, letting no one glimpse the surging undercurrents in her heart.
...
A corner of the spectator stands.
Flender, Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Yu Tianheng—the expressions of everyone there were more solemn than the last.
Having watched the entire match from start to finish, their minds were shaken to pieces.
Huo Wu’s spirit ring fusion technique was already terrifying enough.
The Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Lin Qingmo and Ye Lingling was so powerful it made one’s scalp tingle.
Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng exchanged a look, both reading the same thing from each other’s faces—powerlessness.
"That move, Nine Hearts as One..."
Yu Tianheng’s voice was as dry as sandpaper scraping against his throat. "Could you withstand it?"
Dai Mubai was silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head. "I couldn’t..."
After a pause, he added, "I’m not even sure about Huo Wu’s spirit ring fusion."
"In a one-on-one, I might not be her match."
"..."
Neither of them had anything more to say.
Everyone knew that talking further would only be more embarrassing.
Dai Mubai’s expression became increasingly ugly.
Scenes from the Spirit Fighting Arena kept flashing in his mind—Zhu Zhuqing’s movements were as fast as a ghost, tearing the Blazing Fire Team’s agility-attack systemSpirit Masters to shreds in just a few attacks.
That radiance made his eyes ache.
Why?
Why did Zhu Zhuqing actually become stronger after leaving him?
She was supposed to be his subordinate, the partner who coordinated with him to perform the Hell White Tiger.
Without him, she should have been nothing!
But reality slapped him hard and loud.
The gap was narrowing, and it seemed he could no longer act superior in front of her.
Humiliation and anger were stuck in his chest, unable to be spit out or swallowed, like a piece of red-hot iron branded into his lungs.
Yu Xiaogang snapped back from his shock and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his face ashen.
"Have you all seen clearly?"
He looked toward Tang San and the others, his tone more severe than ever before.
"Geniuses on the continent are as numerous as schools of fish; what is your current strength enough for?"
In the past, they would have been defiant of his reprimands.
This time, no one dared to respond.
Seeing the group’s reaction, Yu Xiaogang felt a secret joy in his heart.
Compared to the usual Dai Mubai and the others who looked down on him, he preferred them as they were now.
This gave him a sense of satisfaction, as if he were finally venting his frustrations.
"From tomorrow on, the training load will be doubled."
"Before the Continental Tournament begins, you must raise your strength for me."
Yu Xiaogang spoke word by word, his voice firm as a nail. "Otherwise, with your current strength, you won’t even make it to the finals."
Tang San nodded silently, the purple light in his eyes narrowing slightly.
He had used his Purple Demon Eye to see that dark gold beam clearly.
The destructive power contained within it was something even the Clear Sky Hammer might not be able to withstand head-on.
Lin Qingmo... was definitely his number one rival in the future.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun set aside their usual playful manners and nodded heavily.
The Grandmaster’s words didn’t leave any face, but every sentence was the truth.
If they didn’t give it their all, they would truly be left so far behind by their peers that they wouldn’t even be able to see their backs.
Not to mention Lin Qingmo and his group, even the Blazing Fire Team gave them no small amount of pressure.
Not to mention the other Elemental Academies, and even the strongest team from Spirit Hall.
"Hmm?"
Flender suddenly frowned.
His gaze swept across the exit of the Soul Arena—in the direction where the Royal Fighting Team was leaving, a familiar figure seemed to flash by.
His whole body trembled slightly, and he blurted out, "Erlong?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he shook his head.
No.
Liu Erlong had already left Heaven Dou City.
He must have been missing her too much and seen things.
"Sigh... Erlong, where are you now..."
He let out a long sigh and withdrew his gaze, but the empty feeling in his heart lingered for a long time.
(End of Chapter)
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