Chapter 41: Being from the same era as me is your misfortune!
Although she didn't know what her "idiot disciple" was up to, Bibi Dong still stubbornly said, "Sect Master Yu, the Holy Son is young and has his own confidence. Let's see how he deals with it."
"However, since the Holy Son has spoken, if you all don't mind, why don't you... grant his request?"
Her tone was light and casual, as if she were saying, "The weather is nice today," but her words left room for maneuver—if he lost, it would be because the Holy Son was young, impetuous, and arrogant. She secretly thought to herself, "I hope this kid doesn't really lose face. Then even I, the Pope, will lose face."
'I'm going to give him a good talking to when I get home tonight!' she vowed internally.
Ning Fengzhi's gentle and refined face revealed no emotion as he slowly spoke: "The Pope's words are reasonable. It is a good thing for young people to have drive. However, it may be difficult for one to fight against many. But perhaps the Holy Son really has such strength.
Let us wait and see."
The three sects are closely connected, so his words saved face for the Spirit Hall and left room for Blue Lightning. If Lin Fan really won, it would be because of his
extraordinary talent; if he lost, it would just be because of his youthful arrogance.
Having said all that, how could these geniuses possibly tolerate it? Yu Tianxin angrily said, "Lin Fan, since you are so arrogant, then don't blame us for being impolite!"
After saying that, he and Yu Tianheng released their martial souls together. Two Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus dragons roared on the arena, their lightning intertwined, creating an astonishing aura.
"Arrogant!" Davis snorted coldly and leaped onto the arena with Zhu Zhuyun. The White Tiger Martial Soul possessed them, and their sharp claws gleamed with cold light.
"Heh, don't cry later." Huo Wu sneered, blazing flames surging in her palm. Feng Xiaotian shook his head helplessly: "Although it's a bit bullying, since the Holy Son insists..."
In the blink of an eye, the arena was filled with people, all of them young geniuses, their spirit rings flashing, exuding an imposing aura. The audience held their breath, both expectant and apprehensive—if they lost, the Spirit Hall would lose face big time.
Lin Fan remained calm, even yawning: "Finally everyone's here? Let's begin."
"Five seconds countdown begins. Five, four... The match begins!" Ghost Douluo personally stepped onto the field as referee. If anything unexpected were to happen, this agile-attack type Title Douluocould save them in the fastest possible time. This countdown is to give both sides time to activate their martial spirits.
The sounds of dragons roaring, tigers howling, phoenixes crying, wolves howling, and other ferocious beasts echoed continuously. The geniuses on the arena released their martial spirits, their various spirit rings gleaming, their momentum unstoppable.
However, at that very moment, an indescribable aura of terror suddenly descended.
"Tremble, you ants!"
"Being born in the same era as me is your misfortune! And it's also your misfortune!" Lin Fan's voice was youthful yet arrogant, carrying an undeniable air of dominance.
A crimson light instantly illuminated the entire arena, and an aura of coldness, cruelty, slaughter, madness, and evil swept across the entire area like a tidal wave. One, two, three, four! Four crimson spirit rings appeared on Lin Fan, who was only six years old!
Moreover, they were all **100,000-year soul rings**! Not only that, a huge, dark green phantom of the **Soul-Devouring Spider King** appeared behind him, exuding an extremely evil aura. The martial spirit's size far exceeded that of ordinary people, occupying almost a third of the arena, with eight compound eyes coldly watching everyone.
The prodigies on the arena were extremely tense. Some of them couldn't help but retreat after feeling the terrifying aura, their steps faltering as if they were facing a 100,000-year-old soul beast! Davis broke out in a cold sweat. "Four 100,000-year spirit rings? Are you kidding me!"
The Blue Lightning Twins, Tianxin and Yu Tianheng, who were originally full of arrogance, were now pale-faced, their eyes filled with fear and disbelief. Below the arena, gasps of surprise erupted like a tidal wave.
The same thought was churning in everyone's mind—impossible! A six-year-old child with four 100,000-year soul rings? This completely overturns the common sense of the **Spirit Master** world. But the violent aura surging within the blood-red light was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Even the big shots in the VIP seats couldn't hold back any longer. They all stood up and stared intently at the young figure on the stage who exuded overwhelming pressure. Even Bibi Dong and **Golden Crocodile Douluo** (Jin E), who are usually as calm as mountains, showed a hint of undisguised shock in their eyes at this moment, but they quickly concealed this emotion and returned to their usual calm and dignity.
Representatives from various factions turned their attention to Pope Bibi Dong and the Second Elder, Golden Crocodile. His eyes were filled with inquiry and questioning, as if silently asking: "What exactly is going on? A six-year-old child with four 100,000-year soul rings—is that reasonable?"
Bibi Dong remained calm on the surface, but inwardly she was furious that this wicked disciple hadn't given her any warning beforehand! She spoke slowly, her voice still authoritative: "Everyone, the Holy Son's talent far surpasses that of ordinary people. These four 100,000-year soul rings are the best proof of his strength."
They were all from the Spirit Hall camp, and the Holy Son represented the face of the Spirit Hall. Jin E also spoke up at the right time: "The Holy Son's abilities are beyond your comprehension. Today's competition will let you all witness the true strength of my Spirit Hall's Holy Son."
Every representative of the major powers present felt that the Second Elder's words were pretentious. Although they wanted to put on a show like that, their own genius couldn't do it...
"Perhaps he used a soul skill to change the original color of his soul ring..." A sentence drifted out from who-knows-where. Though the voice was not loud, it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples all around the arena.
The prodigies on the stage looked at each other, all feeling that there was some truth to this statement, but none of them dared to step forward to verify it. After all, a six-year-old child possessing four 100,000-year soul rings is completely beyond their comprehension.
Even if it's not a real 100,000-year-old spirit ring, a 6-year-old Spirit Master with such rings is still terrifying! Moreover, it seems that only a 100,000-year soul ring has enough energy to make someone who has awakened their martial soul for less than a year become so powerful.
Regardless of whether the color of the spirit ring is real or fake, they don't want to be hit by a 100,000-year spirit skill. It's okay if it's fake, but if you actually get hit, it could really kill you! Even if he doesn't die, he'll be severely injured and disabled, ruining his future career.
"What, didn't all you geniuses want to see me make a fool of myself this morning? Why aren't you up now?" Lin Fan crossed his arms and took two steps forward.
The group of geniuses took two steps back. He took a step. They took a step back. He kept pushing them to the edge of the ring; if they retreated any further, they would fall off.
"Alright, I'll give you three seconds to jump off the stage yourselves." Lin Fan continued, "If you don't admit defeat, I'll make my move. A 100,000-year-old soul skill doesn't discriminate!"
"Zhu Yun!" Davis looked at Zhu Zhuyun. He knew that in this situation, if they didn't fight, they wouldn't even have a chance to struggle.
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