"This..."
Watching this scene, the referee took a deep breath but still couldn't make a decision. After all, the Crown Prince remained perfectly fine on the arena.
However, that sword strike from the Imperial Son-in-law...
Was truly terrifying.
It had to be known that Star Luo City's Soul Arena had the highest specifications—even attacks at the Titled Douluo level couldn't easily damage its grounds. Yet today, it had been...
"Tang Luochuan wins this match."
Until the next moment, an authoritative voice rang out—it was En Ci, who occupied the high platform.
Focusing his attention on the opponent's longsword, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, sighing repeatedly.
That sacred aura...
No mistake, this must already be a Divine Artifact!
"The Crown Prince has lost..."
Witnessing this scene, the audience, though somewhat incredulous, couldn't help but gasp in shock every time their eyes fell upon the crack on the arena.
This Imperial Son-in-law...
Was truly a divine being!
"That Martial Soul with such a radiant aura..."
"Even without using a Soul Skill, it's like this?"
More Soul Masters gasped in astonishment. They hadn't seen a single Soul Ring glowing around him—had he intentionally held back?
"This Star Luo Imperial Son-in-law..."
"Is truly terrifying!"
"..."
"Sister, does that little man have two Martial Souls? Is that a God-level Martial Soul?"
In a corner of the audience, Leng Yulai's eyes widened as she turned to her sister, unable to hold back her question.
No way...
She had been thinking about when to teach that little man a lesson, but now it seemed his Martial Soul's suppression of dark attributes was simply too overwhelming!
Did that mean she would always be suppressed by him?
"Hmm?"
"Not exactly."
Hearing this, Leng Yaozhu shook her head. Luo Chuan's Martial Soul did possess light elements, but it wasn't a God-level light-attribute Martial Soul.
However, that sword just now...
A flicker of emotion passed through Leng Yaozhu's eyes. Though she was no longer surprised by his possession of Divine Artifacts, please don't tell her he had randomly acquired another one from who-knows-where!
"No?"
"But that sword of his..."
Hearing this, Leng Yulai wore a puzzled expression. Though she felt somewhat relieved, her heart remained unsettled.
At that moment, she had clearly sensed a suffocating feeling in her heart—facing his longsword...
Her Dark Phoenix nearly felt as if it were being purified. What level of supreme light was that?
Her Soul Power level wasn't necessarily lower than Tang Luochuan's—she was a Super Douluo! How could she be purified by him?
"Calling him 'little man' every time..."
"Yu Lai, you don't even know what his Martial Soul is? It's definitely not light, nor is it that sword—it's a dragon type."
Leng Yaozhu glanced at her and snorted lightly. Look at her sister, calling him "little man" so affectionately without even knowing his Martial Soul?
"Dragon? Then..."
"Could it be Guang Long?"
Leng Yulai asked curiously, "But even the Light Sacred Dragon shouldn't have such terrifying suppression!"
"..."
"Why don't you say it's the Light Dragon King instead..."
Leng Yaozhu shook her head. Guang Long?
In that person's domain, dragons of that level were practically everywhere. Even the leading Light Dragon King wasn't on the same level as him.
"Actually,"
"You should imagine that sword to be even more terrifying, rather than limiting your thinking to the Douluo Continent..."
Leng Yaozhu looked at her and chuckled lightly.
"More terrifying? It can't possibly be a divine..."
Leng Yulai pursed her lips and was about to say something when her beautiful eyes widened dramatically.
"It couldn't be a Divine Artifact, could it!"
No sooner had she spoken than she turned her gaze toward the arena, distantly sensing the aura of that radiant longsword. She couldn't help feeling a lingering fear.
"Sis, say something! Sis!"
She looked back at her sister, grabbing her arm as she questioned.
"Hmm..."
Under her sister's disbelieving yet expectant gaze, Leng Yaozhu first nodded, then shook her head at lightning speed.
"Of course not."
"I was just teasing you..."
After saying this, she smiled innocently at her sister, wearing a harmless expression.
"Huh?"
"Sis, I hate you!"
Leng Yulai immediately snorted coldly, feeling quite displeased.
If you won't tell me, then don't!
Anyway, that little man still has countless matches to compete in. If he has the ability, let him keep hiding his strength. Otherwise...
"Just wait until I've investigated everything about you, and then I'll crush you thoroughly!"
Leng Yulai hummed lightly.
"..."
Leng Yaozhu watched her behavior and shook her head, pretending she didn't have such an unreliable sister.
"Ahem, ladies..."
"Could we be friends?"
At that moment, a man with a fawning expression approached, looking at the two women as he spoke.
Although they had isolated the surrounding space earlier, preventing him from hearing their conversation, these two women themselves...
were absolutely stunning beauties!
"Be friends?"
Hearing this, Leng Yaozhu didn't even glance at him, while Leng Yulai beside her chuckled, wearing a nuclear-friendly smile.
"Yeah! Let's be frie..."
Before the man could finish his sentence, Leng Yulai materialized a dark palm and slapped him fiercely, sending him flying to who-knows-where.
"Hmph..."
"Without that little man's face, nor his infuriating aura, and you still dare to try hitting on me and my sister?"
"Why don't you take a piss and see if you're even worthy!"
Leng Yulai grumbled discontentedly.
"..."
"And you still say you have nothing to do with Luo Chuan..."
Watching this scene, Leng Yaozhu shook her head helplessly, thinking to herself: Look at this, already saying others shouldn't hit on us...
"Huh?"
"Yu Lai, why did you include me in that!"
At this moment, Leng Yaozhu asked in confusion.
"Why include you?"
"You guess!"
Leng Yulai glanced at her, revealing only a mysterious smile before saying no more, her figure vanishing in a flash.
"..."
"Leaving sentences half-finished, this woman..."
Leng Yaozhu let out a light sigh, muttering under her breath.
Afterwards, she also took a deep look at Tang Luochuan on the competition stage before turning to leave. Since the opponent had finished competing, there really wasn't much left to watch.
"..."
"Luo Chuan, thank you for showing mercy."
On the other side, after stepping down from the stage, Dai Yueyan looked in Tang Luochuan's direction, took a deep breath, and spoke.
"..."
"Brother Yue Yan, you're being too kind..."
Hearing this, Tang Luochuan was momentarily stunned, quickly shaking his head as he spoke with some unease.
Well...
Did this mean he had thoroughly defeated his future brother-in-law, and the other party still had to thank him?
"No."
"I meant every word."
Dai Yueyan hastily shook his head.
As the Crown Prince of Star Luo, he naturally had to protect his reputation. Therefore, he couldn't afford to be easily defeated by his opponent, while still needing room to demonstrate his own capabilities...
Clearly, his fifth and sixth Soul Skills, along with his cultivation at the Soul Emperor level, were already sufficient to let him shine. Later, through the elimination rounds, he could still achieve a decent ranking.
Both highlighting this era's strongest youth while maintaining his own respectable performance - this was already his ideal outcome.
Moreover, when his opponent defeated him, it was with such an overwhelmingly domineering fighting style. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination...
But he felt like even his teacher wouldn't be able to withstand it!
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"Quite perceptive" - En Ci.
(End of Chapter)