Douluo Continent: Twin Golden and Silver Dragons Shock Bibi Dong

As soon as he entered, he was met with the strange expressions on the faces of Xue Qinghe, Ning Rongrong, and the others.

"no……"

Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, took a deep breath, pointed at the Tianshui team members who had already been carried onto stretchers outside, and said through gritted teeth:

"We did tell you not to flirt with the girls on stage and not to go too far... but we definitely didn't tell you to go all out!"

"Did you really have to make such a big fuss?! That Blood Dragon attack just now, let alone those little girls, even a seventh-ring Soul Saint of the same level wouldn't be able to withstand it completely! And you actually used such a killing move to fight a group of Soul Sect Masters and Soul Venerables?"

"Are you even human?!"

"I already said, hitting women is the most troublesome and the hardest thing to do!"

Xuan Hao rolled his eyes and sat down on the leather sofa next to him.

"If I hit you lightly, you're unhappy and suspect I'm flirting; if I hit you hard, you're still unhappy and say I'm killing you! What exactly do you want from me?"

Xuan Hao shrugged. "Besides, how am I supposed to precisely control that kind of painless force? In all my years in the business, I've always only controlled one kind of force when fighting someone: leaving them with just their last breath!"

"What do you mean by 'sparring'? Have you ever seen me seriously spar with anyone?"

"Moreover, the so-called 'stopping at the right point' is itself an unrealistic concept!"

"How am I supposed to know how strong those girls' bodies can really be? What if I were to test their limits and gradually increase the force..."

Xuan Hao raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan:

"How long will this match last? When you see me on stage entangled with seven beautiful women, you'll definitely say sarcastically that I'm using this opportunity to flirt with them!"

Xue Qinghe's eyes twitched violently, and he felt a headache coming on: "Alright, alright, stop making excuses... I'll just ask you one question, they shouldn't be dead, right?"

"Nonsense, I'm not a mentally ill, bloodthirsty psychopath, of course I'm not dead."

Xuan Hao picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. "They're all doing well. It's just... there might be some minor aftereffects or something."

"Aftereffects?"

Upon hearing those three words, Ning Rongrong's expression instantly turned extremely strange. She leaned closer with some concern: "What kind of aftereffects? You didn't shatter their martial spirit or meridians, did you? Does that mean they won't be able to compete in the rest of the matches? That would create a huge grudge!"

"Not at all. I neutralized the destructive power at the last moment and controlled it very well."

Xuan Hao shook his head and casually explained, "At most, they just suffered a slight concussion. They'll wake up after a nap. They'll be fine in tomorrow's competition, jumping around on the field without any problems."

"As for that scene just now, with blood flowing from all seven orifices..."

"It's just that the pressure from their qi and blood was too strong, which ruptured some of the capillaries on their skin. It looks scary, but it's just a superficial injury used to scare people."

Ning Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief: "So what exactly are the aftereffects you mentioned? You scared me to death."

Xuan Hao put down his teacup. "The aftereffects I'm referring to are psychological."

"I have completely etched the dragon's might of that golden dragon into their subconscious. From now on, these girls, whenever they see my face, even if I do nothing..."

Xuan Hao shrugged. "They might all lose control and their legs will go weak, making it impossible for them to even stand up."

Chapter 338 Shui Bing'er's Visit

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Because Xuan Hao's first move in the opening match was so shocking, a strange phenomenon occurred on the field in the following days of the qualifiers.

Any team that faced the Emperor's Second Team was either terrified by their fearsome reputation and chose to forfeit on the spot.

They could either swallow their anger and give up challenging Xuan Hao, allowing Ning Rongrong and her group of "normal people" to take the stage for a team battle.

Fighting those delicate and beautiful Soul Kings would at most result in getting beaten up and losing the match;

But if someone stubbornly insists on challenging that monster, the tragic scene of those seven girls from Tianshui Academy being shocked to the point of bleeding from all seven orifices and going into shock on the spot is still fresh in everyone's mind!

This resulted in Xuan Hao, as the team captain, becoming a completely idle person with nothing to do in the following days, and losing all opportunities to play.

In the private lounge.

Watching Xuan Hao lounging on the sofa all day, drinking tea and yawning, Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, finally couldn't help but voice her doubts:

"I remember more than a year ago, when you first created this Royal Fighting Team 2, you were very interested in this Soul Master Competition. You even enthusiastically said that you planned to lower your strength and go on stage to slowly play with these geniuses. But now, you've put on this show of making an example of someone to scare the monkeys, making yourself unable to even get on stage. What's the point?"

"Since you don't want to play, you might as well have gone to the Heavenly Dou Royal Team's first team as a guaranteed spot. Anyway, with the strength of Yu Tianheng's team, winning the preliminaries wouldn't be difficult with a little effort. Why bother squeezing into this second team?"

Xuan Hao leaned back on the sofa. "Being interested in the competition? That's all ancient history from almost two years ago. I've been soaking motionless at the bottom of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well for so long, where would I find the time to be so playful?"

"Now, as I sit in the audience watching these so-called prodigies compete, it's like watching a bunch of toddlers fighting in a mud puddle. Do you think an adult would want to jump into the mud puddle and join a bunch of little brats in their nonsense?"

Na'er, who was standing nearby, came over with a plate of peeled fruit. She carefully examined Xuan Hao's expression and asked with some suspicion:

"It can't just be that you find it boring, right? Brother, have you been in a bad mood these past few days?"

Upon hearing Na'er's voice, Xuan Hao leaned forward, burying most of his body against her and burying his head deep in her soft, fragrant embrace.

"It's not that I'm in a bad mood... I'm just simply tired."

Xuan Hao closed his eyes and said, "I secluded myself in that damned spring for more than a year, enduring the torment of being tempered by ice and fire and the tearing of my mental energy every day. My brain was almost depressed from being soaked in it."

"I wasn't just relaxing and sleeping comfortably in there; I was constantly undergoing intense, holistic training. Now that I'm out, my energy and blood have transformed, but I'm utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally. I'm so tired that all I want to do is find a quiet place and sleep like a log. I don't have the energy or inclination to compete on stage."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue sighed, feeling a mix of heartache and helplessness as she complained:

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? If you had told me you were so tired earlier, I would have simply swapped your roster with Yu Tianheng and Tang San's team before the competition started. I could have let you be the nominal captain of the first team and be guaranteed a spot in the finals so you could rest comfortably, wouldn't that have been better?"

"That won't work."

Xuanhao shook his head in Na'er's arms and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to fight, it's too much trouble. But Na'er and Rongrong want to play."

"Such a grand event across the entire continent, it probably only happens once in a lifetime. I'll lead them through the qualifiers, let everyone have a good time, show off our skills, and give them a wonderful memory of their youth."

Qian Renxue was speechless for a moment, then twitched her lips and said sarcastically, "Oh, I didn't realize that you, the ruthless president of Xuanhao Association, are actually quite considerate to these female confidantes in private."

Xuan Hao lifted his head from Na'er's embrace and glanced at her.

"Stop being jealous of me. Look at your conscience and do the math. I've made far more compromises and concessions to you than to them. To be honest, I was determined from the start not to mess with you, this big troublemaker."

Qian Renxue froze, then angrily hissed, "Shut up!"

Xuan Hao immediately backed down and buried his head back in Na'er's arms. "Na'er, listen to her, she's yelling at me again!"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Na'er is here, ignore her." Na'er reached out her fair little hand and gently patted Xuan Hao's head, her tone full of indulgence and pampering.

Watching this pair of clowns play this pointless "children's house" game without any sense of boundaries, Qian Renxue felt a spasm in her stomach and stood up with a dark expression on her face.

"I must be crazy to be here watching you two act crazy!"

Qian Renxue snorted coldly, turned around and left the lounge, preferring to stay out of sight.

The room fell silent, leaving only Xuanhao and Na'er.

The two of them nestled quietly on the sofa, enjoying this rare peaceful afternoon.

A short while later, a slightly hesitant knock on the door suddenly broke the silence of the room.

"Knock knock knock—"

Someone is coming.

Na'er gently patted Xuan Hao's head, and Xuan Hao reluctantly moved away from his comfortable position and lazily sat up straight.

Na'er straightened her skirt, got up, walked to the door, and gently opened it.

Standing outside the door was none other than Shui Bing'er, the captain of Tianshui Academy.

Shui Bing'er raised her head and looked at the stunningly beautiful silver-haired girl in front of her, who was even a head taller than her. A hint of unease flashed in her eyes, and she asked somewhat reservedly, "Um... excuse me, is Xuan Hao here?"

Na'er stepped aside and said softly, "My brother is resting inside. Is there something you need from him?"

Shui Bing'er bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then said with a forced smile, "If it's convenient... I'd like to speak with him alone for a few minutes. It'll be quick."

Na'er didn't agree immediately. Instead, she turned and glanced at Xuan Hao sitting on the sofa, asking with her eyes, "Brother?"

Xuan Hao looked at Shui Bing'er, whose face was still somewhat pale, at the door, took a deep breath to dispel his drowsiness, and sat up straight.

Seeing that Xuan Hao did not refuse, Na'er smiled and nodded to Shui Bing'er: "Come in."

Shui Bing'er took a deep breath and stepped into the private rest room belonging to the Royal Fighting Team 2.

However, the moment her gaze fell upon the boy on the sofa who had once transformed into a terrifying golden dragon on the arena, Shui Bing'er's long, straight legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and a sense of fear from the depths of her soul instantly spread throughout her body.

Seeing her struggling yet still swaying precariously, Xuan Hao pointed to the single sofa next to him, "Come sit over here."

Shui Bing'er hesitated for a moment, but in the end she suppressed the urge to turn around and run away, and walked over tremblingly and sat down on the sofa next to Xuan Hao.

The moment she sat down.

Xuan Hao suddenly reached out, across the coffee table, and gently touched Shui Bing'er's long, smooth, light blue hair.

Shui Bing'er froze, just about to instinctively resist.

But the next second, a gentle and pure warm current flowed directly into her limbs and bones through Xuan Hao's palm!

As this warm current flowed in, Shui Bing'er was surprised to find that the palpitation that had lingered in her heart for several days, the feeling that made her tremble uncontrollably whenever she saw Xuan Hao, vanished without a trace in an instant!

Chapter 339 Fleeting Hostility

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Shui Bing'er looked up in a daze, feeling the long-lost peace within her body, her eyes filled with disbelief: "What... what's going on?"

"It's very simple."

Xuan Hao withdrew his hand, picked up his water glass and took a sip. "That day on the arena, my Qi Blood Dragon Might left you with a deep subconscious trauma. Your body instinctively felt extreme fear of my aura, especially your Ice Phoenix Martial Soul. In front of that Qi Blood Golden Dragon, you didn't dare to face me directly, which is why you couldn't stop trembling."

"This can be considered a form of mental suppression between top-tier bloodlines."

“But just now, I released a gentle stream of my own blood and soul power into your body. This power calmed your subconscious, letting your body know that I have no hostility at this moment. When your martial spirit no longer reacts defensively as if I were a deadly enemy…”

Xuan Hao shrugged. "Once this fear, which stems from your bloodline, is gone, you will naturally no longer be afraid of me."

Xuan Hao casually picked up the teapot on the table, poured a steaming cup of black tea, and gently pushed it in front of Shui Bing'er. "Is there something you need from me?"

Shui Bing'er looked at the cup of tea pushed in front of her, held the warm teacup in both hands, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly, "Thank you for going easy on me in the previous match."

"Thank me?"

Xuan Hao raised an eyebrow. "What were you thinking back then? Even if you really wanted me to give you face or go easy on you, that would have been in the later qualifying rounds or the finals, right?"

"This is the highly anticipated opening match! If I were to play house with you guys in the very first match and let you walk off the stage fully recovered and unscathed, what would the other participating teams think?"