Chapter Nineteen: Fight Me (Please Vote and Add This to Your Favorites)

Qi Ruo stroked his beard thoughtfully, then spoke slowly, “Very well, then today’s lesson will be on your own—get to know your teammates’ martial souls, as well as each other’s strengths and weaknesses.”

Originally, Huliena, Xie Yue, and Yan had trained together for quite some time and were well acquainted with one another.

But now a new member had joined, so they needed to start fresh. Otherwise, it would cause significant issues in future teamwork and coordination.

With that, Qi Ruo left the room without waiting for a response.

Huliena finally breathed a sigh of relief and instinctively took Xu Sheng’s hand, leading him toward Xie Yue and Yan.

Xie Yue and Yan slowly rose from their seats, their faces expressionless as they fixed their gaze on Xu Sheng.

Seeing her brother and Yan showing no courtesy, Huliena gave an awkward smile. “Xu Sheng, let me introduce them to you.”

Xu Sheng turned his head, smiling gently. “That would be a favor, then…”

Yet his eyes never left Xie Yue and Yan; he felt as though they bore some hostility toward him—as if he had somehow wronged their family. The discomfort was palpable.

Of course, while Xu Sheng was sizing up Xie Yue and Yan, they were doing the same to him.

Huliena pointed at Xie Yue. “This is my brother, Xie Yue. His martial soul is the Blade of Xie Yue, and his soul power has reached level twenty-six.”

Xie Yue’s gray hair fell freely around his handsome, expressionless face. Above his right eyebrow was a scarlet mark that resembled a wound, lending him a wild, untamed aura.

Xu Sheng extended his hand innocently, offering a calm smile. “Hello, as I said before, I’m Xu Sheng…”

Xie Yue let out a cold snort, refusing to extend his hand. Xu Sheng’s arm hung suspended in the air.

A frigid voice issued from Xie Yue’s lips: “Xie Yue.”

It was as if speaking another word would be an insult to himself.

Huliena frowned slightly, gently chastising, “Brother! He’s our new teammate. Could you please not wear such a cold expression?”

If they continued to alienate him like this, their team’s future wouldn’t be promising.

Xie Yue was about to retort but caught the fierce anger blazing in Huliena’s eyes. He suddenly coughed, hastily reached out, and shook Xu Sheng’s hand. His tone was rushed. “Well, Xu Sheng, welcome to our team.”

Being a devoted brother, he didn’t want to see his sister upset.

If she got angry, he’d have to find ways to cheer her up…

Xu Sheng watched the exchange between Huliena and Xie Yue, utterly baffled.

He looked at Xie Yue’s firmly gripping hand and thought, “What’s this guy doing? Just now he was so cold and indifferent, but now he’s so compliant just because Huliena said a few words?”

“Wow, could this guy be a brother who’s crazy about his sister? Rare sight. In my lifetime, I never thought I’d meet a live one!”

A gnawing unease settled in Xu Sheng’s heart as he quietly withdrew his hand.

Yan saw Xie Yue lose face, and the anger on his own face vanished instantly. He forced a smile, though it was strained.

He couldn’t afford to make Huliena angry—she was the one he liked.

If his impression of him worsened, that would be the end of it.

But all his efforts were in vain.

Huliena frowned, pointing at Yan with displeasure. “This is Yan. His martial soul is the Flame Lord, soul power level twenty-five. He’s a bit slow, but a decent person.”

Don’t think she didn’t notice—Yan had clearly tried to intimidate Xu Sheng just now!

Naturally, she wasn’t going to give him a friendly look.

The smile on Yan’s face instantly froze.

“Bit slow…”

“Really slow…”

“Slow…”

Those words echoed relentlessly through his mind.

Huliena hates me now, she definitely hates me now…

It’s all that pretty boy’s fault!

Yan lifted his eyes again, staring resentfully at Xu Sheng, as if the latter had committed some unspeakable offense against him.

Xu Sheng met Yan’s gaze, puzzled. “What’s with that expression?”

These two were stranger than the other. Did all kids with some talent have something wrong upstairs?

Tsk…

Hopefully, it’s not contagious.

Maybe I should hurry to talk to Bibi Dong about transferring to another Martial Soul Hall branch?

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Xie Yue lifted the cold gray hair that covered his right eye and was the first to speak. “Xu Sheng, now that you know our martial souls, could you tell us about yours?”

Yan was also watching Xu Sheng with curiosity. Judging by his delicate appearance, he figured Xu Sheng wasn’t a fierce attacker—probably a control or support type.

Huliena, however, was completely different. She knew Xu Sheng was a support-type martial soul master—a genuine Title Douluo-level support specialist!

The benefit to their team was immeasurable. To put it into perspective, Ning Fengzhi, leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan and holder of the continent’s top support martial soul, was only at the Soul Saint level!

This showed how much more difficult it was to cultivate support-type martial soul masters compared to others.

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In fact, there wasn’t a single Title Douluo support martial soul master on the continent!

If there were, they’d be esteemed guests of the great sects or the highest honored patrons of any empire.

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“I’m a support-type martial soul master. My martial soul is the Nine Heart Blood Begonia…” Xu Sheng said, casually waving his hand. The Nine Heart Blood Begonia, radiating a dense crimson light, appeared in his palm.

Xie Yue narrowed his eyes at the terrifying aura emanating from the Nine Heart Blood Begonia and spoke gravely, “Nine Heart Blood Begonia? There’s no martial soul by that name on the continent. If I’m right, it must be a mutation of the Nine Heart Begonia!”

Such a mutation was likely a positive development, possibly even surpassing the original Nine Heart Begonia.

Xu Sheng glanced at him appreciatively.

Xie Yue was clever to have deduced the origin of his martial soul so quickly.

He then shrugged casually, unconcerned. “Yes, my martial soul is a mutated form of the Nine Heart Begonia. I was just lucky that it mutated in a beneficial way.”

Yan shook his head, utterly disbelieving that Xu Sheng was a support-type martial soul master.

“Your support-type martial soul has such a fierce killing intent?

Isn’t that like a support-type martial soul master boasting about solo-killing a fierce attacker? Ridiculous!”

Huliena noticed Yan’s disbelief and quietly reminded him, “Yan, Xu Sheng really is a support-type martial soul master. Our teacher told me personally.”

Yan, confident in his own judgment, retorted, “Impossible. With such a powerful killing aura, there’s no way he’s a support-type. Unless he wants to fight me!”

Through battle, they’d find out exactly what type of martial soul master Xu Sheng was.

And he could pretend to lose, giving Huliena a good show of dominance over this pretty boy—a perfect two-birds-one-stone plan!

Huliena frowned at Yan’s persistence. “Yan, don’t go too far!”

Of course, she wasn’t worried about Xu Sheng but feared Yan’s confidence would be shattered if he lost to a support-type.

Even just the body attributes granted by Xu Sheng’s nine terrifying ancient spirit rings were far beyond what Yan could resist!

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“Fine… I accept your challenge.”

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