Douluo Continent II: The Dragon King Suppresses the World!

Chapter 83 Nana's Tragic Background

Just as Nana sensed something was wrong, Ye Qi'an slightly raised his left hand, and an indescribable fear instantly surged in Nana's heart. Immediately afterwards, the vengeful spirit she had placed on Ye Qi'an seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, unable to run rampant any longer.

"You dare release vengeful spirits in front of me? You're courting death!"

Nana stared wide-eyed at Ye Qi'an in shock, but no backlash occurred. Instead, Nana felt a void in her heart and stumbled.

But she still reacted immediately. As her fifth spirit ring lit up, she stretched out her left hand, and a very small white short sword, only five inches long, flew towards Ye Qi'an like a bolt of lightning, arriving in front of him in an instant.

The white dagger hurtled towards him, but Ye Qi'an remained calm and composed. Just as the dagger was about to reach him, he suddenly raised his right hand and precisely grabbed it. The dagger trembled slightly in his hand, as if struggling. He narrowed his eyes slightly, examined the dagger in his hand, and then gently flicked it, and the dagger was firmly stuck in the ground not far away.

"Stop moving around. If you don't want to die, behave yourself." Ye Qi'an sneered as he looked at Nana, who was about to attack again.

Nana, who was struggling to continue her attack, was struck as if by lightning. Her body trembled violently, and she stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. Her eyes were filled with horror. She couldn't understand why her body was no longer under her control.

"Next match." With that thought, Ye Qi'an released his control over Nana and turned to walk towards the waiting area.

"What did you do to me?" Nana shouted.

"Say one more word: Death!"

Upon hearing this, Nana covered her mouth in terror, daring not to make a sound. She watched Ye Qian'an's departing figure, her heart filled with fear, because she found that she could no longer move her body.

The fear intensified instantly. She clearly didn't sense any soul power fluctuations released by Ye Qian, and the force binding her seemed to be coming from the inside out, meaning that the part of her soul she had lost was being controlled.

"Do you need a rest?" Xuan Ziwen's voice became much gentler.

When he saw the armor on Ye Qi'an's left arm, his eyes lit up. A soul-guided armor? Obviously not. Moreover, with his discerning eye, he could sense that the moment Ye Qi'an released it, his aura instantly increased several times over, as did his cultivation level. Unlike soul-guided armor, Ye Qi'an's armor was more perfectly natural.

"No need, let's start the next round as soon as possible," Ye Qi'an said, shaking his head.

Although curious as to why Ye Qi'an didn't choose to rest first, Xuan Ziwen still called on the fourth contestant. This fourth contestant was over two meters tall and had a muscular build like a small mountain.

Stepping into the waiting area, he raised his right index finger and beckoned to Ye Qi'an, then extended his little finger and waved it at Ye Qi'an with a disdainful look. Seeing his actions, the stands burst into laughter, and the previously somewhat dull atmosphere was stirred up again.

Ye Qi'an turned to look at Xuan Ziwen and asked, "Can we begin?"

"Okay, let the match begin." Xuan Ziwen shouted, only then realizing that the two sides had not exchanged names, and that he had made a mistake.

"Provocation requires strength, which you unfortunately lack. Goodbye!"

As soon as Ye Qi'an finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot. The tall contestant hadn't even reacted yet when he saw a blur before his eyes, and the next moment, Ye Qi'an was already in front of him.

Ye Qi'an's eyes were cold, and the armor on his left arm shimmered slightly. He raised his hand and gently pressed it against the contestant's chest, and a powerful force instantly erupted.

The athlete was struck as if by a heavy hammer; his massive body was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

The entire arena fell silent; everyone was stunned by Ye Qi'an's thunderous attack. The contestant struggled to stand up, but failed several times, clearly indicating a serious injury.

Ye Qi stood quietly in the center of the arena, his gaze indifferent as he looked at the fallen contestant, and said calmly, "Is that all you've got?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. The audience in the stands were in an uproar, shocked by Ye Qi'an's arrogance and power.

Xuan Ziwen frowned slightly. This young man's strength was indeed amazing, but such arrogance was a bit too much. However, he had to admit that Ye Qian had the ability to back it up.

The fallen athlete's face was flushed, both from the pain of his injury and from the anger caused by Ye Qi'an's disdain. He struggled to get up again, but fell back down helplessly. His heart was filled with resentment and humiliation, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

A moment later, Xuan Ziwen cleared his throat and announced loudly, "Ye Qian wins this match! Players for the next match, get ready."

On the platform, Jing Hongchen was getting restless. He was shocked to discover that Ye Qi'an's martial spirit was so powerful. It seemed that Ye Qi'an had been holding back in the previous sparring matches; otherwise, the injuries of the previous participants would have been much more severe.

The students who appeared first were all the best selected from the fifth-level soul masters. The competition that followed became even less suspenseful. The competition continued, and Ye Qi'an won 38 games in a row in one morning with an overwhelming momentum. Until the noon break, he did not elicit a single cheer from the stands.

What's most shocking is that the abilities he uses all seem so ordinary that even the spectators can't understand them.

Thirty-eight consecutive wins! This number has already brought Ye Qi'an a huge reward, not only for the thirty-eight kilograms of rare metal, but also for the bets he had previously received. According to Lin Jiayi's report, he faced challenges from level five soul masters all day today, and tomorrow he will face level six soul masters.

After a full hour's rest at noon, Ye Qi'an defeated another 30 opponents in the afternoon competition, ending the first day of the competition with a record of 68 consecutive victories.

As dusk approached, the students of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy emerged from the Soul Guidance Trial Grounds. The vast majority of them wore solemn expressions, their eyes filled with a heavy weight. At sixteen years old, a Soul Master from Shrek Academy had defeated sixty-eight Level 5 Soul Masters in a single day, nearly encompassing over seventy percent of the sixth-year students.

In other words, apart from Mingde Hall, no one in their Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy could defeat this young man. What a disgrace! Tomorrow, the level six soul masters from Mingde Hall will make their move. Can they really win?

The desired effect of Jing Hongchen was achieved, but it was somewhat excessive. Not all students of Sun Moon Academy were inspired to fight. Some of them even developed doubts or became discouraged about soul tools because of Ye Qi'an's strong performance, which was not what Jing Hongchen wanted to see.

"The Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy has suffered a huge loss this time," He Caitou couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment, Fan Yu, He Caitou, and Huo Yuhao were all in Ye Qi'an's room.

Ye Qi'an closed his eyes and leaned back on the bed, feeling so relaxed and comfortable: "How much did we gain?"

Huo Yuhao analyzed, "We had a 1 to 3 payout for those who bet on you not making it past 30, and they were the most numerous. Their bets accounted for more than half of the total. With that, we were already guaranteed to make a profit. We had a 1 to 1 payout for those who bet on you not making it past 50, and we've already won all of that. The last quarter of the bets were for those who bet on you not making it past 80. The total amount of rare metals we won this time is comparable to the total production of the Heavenly Soul Empire over two years."

Ye Qi'an slightly opened his eyes, a faint smile appearing on his lips: "Quite a harvest. It seems the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy is indeed very wealthy."

He Caitou laughed and said, "Of course. They thought they could easily win the bet, but they didn't expect us to catch them off guard."

Fan Yu nodded and said, "However, we can't be careless when facing a level six Soul Master tomorrow. Qi An, what are your plans?"

Ye Qi'an remained calm and slowly said, "Relax and suppress."

Huo Yuhao frowned and said, "A level six Soul Master is definitely much stronger than a level five Soul Master today. Brother Ye, you still need to be fully prepared."

Ye Qi'an nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry."

He Caitou patted Ye Qi'an on the shoulder and said, "Well done! They should see the strength of Shrek Academy."

After talking for a while, Huo Yuhao, Fan Yu, and He Caitou left Ye Qi'an's room.

After the three left, there was a knock on the door. Ye Qi'an seemed to know something and quickly went to open the door. Outside the door was Nana, whom he had defeated.

"Why are you here?" Ye Qi'an asked, yawning. Clearly, the day's battle had left him feeling genuinely tired.

"May I come in?" Nana asked, her brows furrowed slightly.

Ye Qi'an opened the door and gestured for Nana to enter. Nana looked at Ye Qi'an with a complicated expression.

Nana whirled around, her eyes filled with resentment, and demanded, "What did you do to me? Why are you able to control my body?"

Ye Qi'an slightly raised his chin, looking at Nana calmly, "You attacked me with a vengeful spirit, and this is the consequence."

"You..." Nana wanted to lash out, but she held back in the end, biting her red lips lightly. "What exactly do you want? I can feel that the part of my soul that I released with my Soul Resentment Technique has been imprisoned by you. Give me back my soul."

Nana continued, "Don't say it wasn't you. If my soul had dissipated or been destroyed by you back then, I would have been severely injured, but I'm fine, only my body is a little out of control. That must mean you did something to my soul. Give me back my soul!"

Ye Qi'an remained calm and nodded, saying, "I did it. Why should I return it to you?"

"You... I'm going to report you to the academy," Nana said angrily.

"What a coincidence, I'm not an exchange student from the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, so your report won't do any good," Ye Qi'an said, spreading his hands.

Nana trembled with anger, yet she was helpless. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks, and her body swayed slightly. She seemed to be in a daze. The next moment, her tight-fitting clothes quietly slipped off...

As if he had been prepared, Ye Qi'an quickly turned around, his back to Nana, and said, "What are you doing? Stop with your little tricks, they won't work on me."

Nana sobbed, "I just want my soul back. There's no other way. If you give me back my soul, I promise I won't bother you again."

Ye Qi'an said slowly, "Put your clothes on first, then we'll talk."

Upon hearing this, Nana bit her lip, picked up her clothes from the ground, and put them back on.

Ye Qi'an turned around, looked at Nana, closed his eyes slightly, concentrated his mind, and an invisible power emanated from his body. Nana immediately felt a warm feeling surge into her heart, and the lost part of her soul returned to her body.

Nana gave Ye Qi'an a deep look and said, "Thank you. Anyway, I don't have anything to exchange with you. If you change your mind, just let me know."

"You only have one chance, so just say what you want to say," Ye Qi'an said, pinching his brow.

Nana's eyes reddened, and she suddenly knelt down before Ye Qi'an. "Ye Qi'an, please help me."

"Get up and speak," Ye Qi'an said softly.

Nana shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her face. "Let me kneel down and tell you a story, okay?"

Ye Qi'an frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, said, "Go ahead and speak."

.........

After hearing a tragic backstory, Nana's already volatile emotions began to spiral out of control.

Ye Qi'an gently patted her shoulder, signaling her to calm down.

Nana suddenly grabbed Ye Qi'an's waist. "I'm so scared, I'm really so scared. I don't know if telling you this is the right thing to do. Maybe, like my mother, I'm an unlucky person. I..."

Ye Qi'an gently patted Nana's shoulder and said in a steady voice, "Don't be afraid, calm down. Your background is indeed pitiful, but that doesn't mean you're an unlucky person. Everyone's destiny is in their own hands, don't be bound by the shadows of the past."

"I...I'm sorry, I...I've entered that nightmare again, it must be." Nana smiled bitterly at Ye Qi'an and then released her arms from Ye Qi'an's waist.

"You want me to help you wipe out a branch of the Holy Spirit Cult, right? After all, I can't think of any other organization that could cause someone so much pain and fear, except for that group of people," Ye Qi'an said, sitting on the sofa and looking at Nana.

Nana suddenly raised her head to look at Ye Qi'an. After witnessing the collusion between the Holy Spirit Cult and Mingde Hall, she had long lost hope in this academy and this country. She slowly said, "I hate the Holy Spirit Cult, Ye Qi'an. As long as you can help me release my parents' souls, I will be willing to be a slave or a servant in the future."

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(End of this chapter)