Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 72 made him cry

In the blink of an eye, only Su Qiu and Ye Xinglan, who was gripping the Star God Sword tightly, remained on the field.

The stands were already in an uproar. The audience stood up, raised their arms and shouted, and the cheers and shouts almost lifted the roof off the stadium.

"too strong!"

"Su Qiu! Su Qiu!" Countless people waved their arms, their eyes filled with fervor and excitement.

They're facing Shrek Academy!

Today we will witness the Shrek myth being shattered!
Shen Yi unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes, his pupils slightly contracting due to extreme shock.

Her body even leaned forward unconsciously, staring intently at the blond-haired guy on the ring, her breathing becoming rapid.

"This is impossible..." she murmured to herself, her voice filled with disbelief. "Leaving aside his domain just now, his soul power, combat skills, and combat awareness are simply not the kind of strength a child could possess!"

"You're telling me that a three-ring Soul Master defeated each of my students in a single move?!"

Shen Yi frowned, his face showing deep seriousness.

She turned to look at Wu Changkong, her tone tinged with urgency: "Senior brother, you knew he was this strong all along? This can't be explained by mere talent. His combat experience and use of soul power are more refined than many veteran soul masters!"

"My students didn't lose because of the quality of their martial soul or their soul skills! It was because of their fighting style!"

"Su Qiu's fighting style is completely like that of a high-level Soul Master."

The higher the level of a Soul Master, the more they will break free from the limitations of Soul Skills and form their own unique style.

Let power become an extension of the body, rather than being bound by soul skills.

The most representative example is the Title Douluo.

A powerhouse at this level can stir up storms with a mere gesture; soul skills are merely their weapons, not their entirety.

But that requires time to accumulate.

At the Soul Master/Soul Grandmaster level, a Soul Master is nothing without Soul Skills.

"And this was clearly not his full strength!"

Wu Changkong turned to look at her, and for the first time, the usually aloof man sighed in front of his junior sister: "Su Qiu, he is a real monster."

His gaze returned to the arena, where Su Qiu was tilting his head, his tuft of hair swaying gently in the wind. Despite having the upper hand, he didn't rush to attack, but instead "provoked" Ye Xinglan, thoroughly humiliating him.

“You’re right, he didn’t use his full strength.” Wu Changkong’s voice was still cold, but with a hint of complexity. “He withdrew that sword domain very quickly just now, obviously afraid of making too much noise. And his sword hasn’t really shown its edge yet. When he hit Yu Henglong just now, it was just a casual swing.”

Shen Yi gasped, his pupils shrinking even further: "A casual wave? That's a four-ring Soul Master! Just how many battles has he experienced to have such absolute control over power?"

“Who knows?” Wu Changkong shook his head slightly and said helplessly, “He was already like this when I met him. His terrifying combat instincts and extraordinary talent were so great that they made people despair.”

"It was as if everyone else was full of flaws in front of him, but he was flawless in front of everyone."

"The only way to deal with him is to use force to overcome his skill."

"But Su Qiu will also grow. Once he grows into a towering tree, who will be able to overcome his skill with brute force?"

On the arena, Ye Xinglan finally couldn't stand Su Qiu's provocation and suddenly swung her sword forward.

The Sword of Victory in Su Qiu's hand had already revealed its true form.

Ye Xinglan's eyes were bloodshot, and her pent-up anger finally broke through her reason. She roared and swung her sword straight at Su Qiu. The starlight blade sliced ​​through the air with a resolute sharpness.

Su Qiu moved lightly, easily dodging the attack, while at the same time, the Holy Sword in his hand clashed fiercely with the Star God Sword.

"Ding!"

Ye Xinglan felt a numbness in her hand, and the long sword almost slipped from her grasp. She gritted her teeth and held on, then swung it back again.

"The backhand is weak."

Su Qiu spoke calmly, his figure moving like a ghost to her side, the wind from his sword sweeping across her wrist.

Ye Xinglan winced in pain and hurriedly countered with a forehand thrust, but her technique had already become chaotic. "My forehand technique is not refined."

Su Qiu dodged to the side, lightly touching the ground with her toes, landing precisely on the flaw in her footwork.

Ye Xinglan staggered, her steps instantly becoming unsteady. In her panic, she tried to regain her balance, but she had already exposed herself.

"Loose steps."

Su Qiu's voice carried a hint of mockery as the holy sword hurtled towards her face, only to be withdrawn in an instant before she could raise her hand to block.

Ye Xinglan's pupils contracted sharply. In her haste, she raised her hand to defend herself, but her movements were a beat too slow. The sword wind swept across her chest, and she felt a tingling sensation.

"Responsive."

Su Qiu pressed forward relentlessly, his sword strikes raining down like a storm, each one precisely suppressing her movements.

Ye Xinglan tried her best to resist, but she only felt stiff all over, and every movement seemed extremely clumsy, completely different from her usual self.

Su Qiu exerted his strength, and the Holy Sword struck the back of the Star God Sword hard.

"Bang!"

The Star God Sword flew out of his hand and landed on the edge of the arena.

Su Qiu pressed forward, the tip of his sword stopping in front of her brow, his tone icy: "Your backhand is weak, your forehand is unskilled, your footwork is loose, your reactions are slow, not a single movement is decent."

"Don't be so fierce if you don't have the strength in the future."

"If you had spoken politely before, I might have conceded and apologized. Just be more careful next time."

These words were like the last straw, completely breaking Ye Xinglan's spirit.

She shuddered, collapsed to the ground, and as she looked down, her eyes instantly turned red. Large tears rolled down her cheeks, hitting the ring and kicking up tiny specks of dust.

She wanted to argue, but could only let out a choked sob, her shoulders trembling violently.

The people in the audience couldn't see clearly and were completely confused.

Su Qiu saw it all clearly, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Hmm?"

After hesitating for two seconds, he slowly squatted down and approached Ye Xinglan. His tuft of hair drooped down with the movement, almost touching the top of Ye Xinglan's head.

He tilted his head, looking up at the other person's red eyes. The sarcasm in his tone had vanished, replaced by genuine surprise: "You really cried?"

This is truly unexpected; Ye Xinglan actually cried?
Upon hearing this, Ye Xinglan cried even louder.

offstage.

“Su Qiu isn’t usually like this,” Wu Changkong suddenly said, his tone somewhat embarrassed. “He just likes to discipline some ignorant brats. Maybe he went a little too far this time.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Yi rolled her eyes at him: "Xinglan is naturally very competitive, and it's understandable that she can't accept being humiliated like this."

Then, in a flash, he took Ye Xinglan off from the stage.

The referee then realized what was happening, quickly walked to the center of the ring, and announced through the loudspeaker: "I declare Tianhai Academy the winner of this exchange match!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience, which had been silent for a moment, erupted into thunderous cheers, even more enthusiastic than before.

"Su Qiu! Su Qiu!"

Shouts rose and fell, countless people waved their arms, their eyes fixed on the blond-haired figure on the stage, their eyes filled with admiration and excitement.

The shock of the Shrek myth being shattered has everyone in a frenzy.

The most excited of all was Long Hengxu, who jumped around without a care for his image, waving excitedly in all directions: "Su Qiu is from Donghai Academy!"

"They are students of Donghai Academy!"

　My Diary of a Failure: Another grueling day. I still regret not choosing a teacher's college major. Being a teacher is so easy; I can just lie down and relax.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)