Douluo: Qian Xunji's Joyful Life

Chapter 37: Give Qian Xunji a Lesson

"Third Soul Skill, Lion's Blazing Wave!"

As the third ring beneath him shone, Lion Douluo opened his huge maw. Surging flames gathered in his mouth and spewed out—not in the form of fireballs, but as a beam, more like a shockwave.

Qian Xunji quickly dodged, zigzagging in midair to evade Lion Douluo's third soul skill. Lion Douluo slammed down with one paw in pursuit, producing sonic booms in the air, but Qian Xunji streaked away like a golden meteor. At the same time, he launched another punch, striking Lion Douluo's mountainous body in a spot impossible to dodge, purifying more of his soul power in the process.

After that exchange, Qian Xunji emerged unscathed, while Lion Douluo was likewise unhurt. However, the flames on the Blazing Lion's body had dimmed noticeably—proof that much of his soul power had been purified. At this rate, with Qian Xunji unscathed and Lion Douluo gradually being drained, Lion Douluo would be whittled down to defeat. And this was still without Qian Xunji activating the Angelic Domain; if he did, Lion Douluo's power would vanish even faster.

"Your Holiness, this is low! If you're so capable, don't dodge—face me head-on!"

"Certainly, Fourth Uncle, here I come. First Soul Skill, Angelic Assault."

Golden soul power coalesced into a shining shield around Qian Xunji's fist, and like a brilliant meteor, he shot toward Lion Douluo.

"First Soul Skill, Lion's Explosion!"

Scorching flames compressed on the giant lion's fist, producing bursting crackles. The two fists clashed, sending gold and flames scattering in all directions. The temperature soared by dozens of degrees.

From within the blaze, a golden figure shot backward across over a hundred meters before halting—Qian Xunji. He tumbled in midair for a while before regaining control, blood surging in his body and a faintly sweet taste in his throat.

"Hahaha! Again!"

That collision finally gave Lion Douluo a taste of true battle. He'd only retreated a few steps, then steadied himself. Fire flashed in his eyes as he charged forth again, giant claws reaching for Qian Xunji—but Qian Xunji dodged each attempt, refusing a direct confrontation.

"Your Holiness, you're back to this? Fight me for real!" roared Lion Douluo, lashing his flaming tail into the ground and gouging a trench in the earth.

Qian Xunji replied, "Fourth Uncle, from that exchange just now, you must see that in a head-on contest, I'm weaker than you. If I stuck to brute force, I'd be handing you the victory."

Lion Douluo glowered. "Even if you win by such methods, so what? If you don't beat me head-on, I won't acknowledge your victory!"

"That's where you're mistaken, Fourth Uncle. Our soul master world has assault, agility, control, support, and defense. Brute force belongs to the assault category. You're already two levels of soul power above me—how can you demand I fight your way?"

Lion Douluo paused. "Isn't the Angelic Martial Soul a strong assault-type spirit?"

"Who said so?" Qian Xunji was equally startled.

"The Great Consecration did!"

"That old man knows nothing about the Angelic Martial Soul."

At that, Lion Douluo was stunned, and so was Guangling Douluo on the sidelines. Qian Xunji likewise froze in place for a second, having sensed a fierce, wrathful gaze from the Hall of Consecrations. It carried such might that his rank-94 powers felt a chill. Clearly, that gaze belonged to Qian Daoliu.

He'd gone too far…

Qian Xunji's heart pounded wildly. He knew that once this match ended, Qian Daoliu would no longer spare him just because he was in his forties—he was in for a thrashing. Claiming Qian Daoliu didn't understand the Angelic Martial Soul was effectively calling him incompetent, but now he had to persist.

Hands behind his back, Qian Xunji maintained a calm, self-possessed façade. "Fourth Uncle, if the Angelic Martial Soul were genuinely assault-focused, then why do I have wings? If Father truly understood the Angelic Martial Soul, do you think he could have beaten you without employing the Angelic Domain?

"The truth is, he can't—so he's not as skilled in harnessing the Angelic Martial Soul as I am. Fourth Uncle, in a fight to the death, you wouldn't stand a chance. You can't even catch me, so you wouldn't outrun me, either. Even if people later call my tactic underhanded, the result is that you would be gone from this world, your family in decline, while mine thrives. Future generations would copy my methods to gain advantage. Eventually, my approach would stop being called underhanded and become just another widely accepted fighting style."

When it came to strategy and foresight, Qian Xunji outclassed these elderly fighters—a gap in perspective. If they were at equal levels, Qian Xunji would still lose physically to Qian Daoliu, since Qian Daoliu's innate soul power was higher. But in terms of results and achievements, the soul master world would see Qian Xunji as stronger.

Lion Douluo and Guangling Douluo stood in pensive silence. Even Qian Daoliu's gaze had turned contemplative. Perhaps if he used Qian Xunji's method, he might outmaneuver Tang Chen. After all, he reigned supreme in the skies, so kiting might be the key to crushing that brute.

"All right, Fourth Uncle. The conclusion is obvious: you can't beat me. It's Third Uncle's turn, right?" Qian Xunji finished, looking toward the Hall of Consecrations. The Third Consecration, Qingluan Douluo, possessed the Qingluan Bird, a martial soul akin to the Angelic Spirit—no clear weaknesses. Qian Xunji would likely need the Angelic Domain and raw strength to prevail.

"Your Holiness, the Third Brother is in seclusion, aiming for rank 97. I'll be your next opponent instead."

A silent elder stepped onto the dueling field—someone whose arrival went unnoticed by Lion Douluo, Guangling Douluo, or Qian Xunji. He wore a platinum robe with a snarling crocodile embroidered in gold thread across the back. This was the Second Consecration, Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Qian Xunji sat down cross-legged to restore his soul power. Facing the Second Consecration, he wouldn't dare be careless. Golden Crocodile Douluo stood with hands behind his back, eyes brimming with confidence. He, an old man of deep experience, intended to show Qian Xunji a proper lesson—lest the Pope get too cocky. Kiting tactics might be all well and good, but sometimes the gap in power was too large to overcome.

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