Doulou Dalu: The Power of a Book

Chapter 42: Crown Prince Xue Qinghe

Su Wen's opponent was a big man with his upper body bare, with a cross-shaped scar on his chest.

"Are you a scholar who can fight?" The scarred man looked at Su Wen and laughed heartily, "With those skinny arms and legs, you really look like a scholar."

His expression changed, and he said fiercely, "But you may not understand the true meaning of battle."

Su Wen paid no attention to his opponent's words.

Perhaps it was simply mockery, or maybe the opponent was engaging in psychological warfare, trying to increase pressure on himself.

But none of it mattered.

"Both sides release your Martial Spirits!"

The scarred man's Martial Spirit was a pair of giant axes, with two Spirit Rings, one white and one yellow, rising from under his feet.

His Soul Power level was also not low, reaching level twenty-eight.

While Su Wen's Martial Spirit and Spirit Ring caused the entire scene to fall silent.

One yellow, one purple.

'A purple ring...?'

The scarred man looked bewildered, suspecting that the matching mechanism was wrong, accidentally placing him in a Spirit Elder match.

'But that didn't make sense. Although I'm strong, I'm only a Spirit Grand Master. I didn't apply for a challenge beyond my level. How could I be placed in a Spirit Elder match?'

He carefully counted Su Wen's Spirit Rings again and was even more astonished.

'It's two rings!'

'The second ring is a thousand years old.'

Even the referee was stunned at this moment, failing to announce the start of the match promptly after both sides released their Martial Spirits.

But soon after realizing, he also issued the command immediately.

"The match begins!"

Anyway, this battle had to go on, and the audience outside the arena, after a brief silence, got their emotions stirred up as the referee gave the command.

"Second ring, thousand years old!"

"My goodness, isn't it said that you need to reach the Spirit Elder rank to absorb a thousand-year-old Spirit Ring?"

"How could this be? My second ring is still white, yet others can absorb a thousand years old Spirit Ring. How are we supposed to survive?"

Some doubted whether their status as Spirit Masters was different from others.

The battle commenced.

The referee's voice also brought the scarred man back to attention.

With a slightly wary look in his eyes as he glanced at Su Wen, his vigilance was limited. Su Wen's Book Martial Spirit, emitting a magnificent glow, greatly diminished the intimidation of his second ring.

Swinging a pair of giant axes, the scarred man charged forward.

"First Spirit Skill, Sweeping All Directions!"

Purple light shimmered as two flames enveloped Su Wen's fists, emitting a bursting aura.

Although without Ye Lingling's continuous healing, Su Wen's Flame Fist couldn't reach its full potential, after half a month of combat, he had developed some resistance. Now, Flame Fist could still compress and unleash flames with explosive power.