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Chapter 391 This guy is thirteen years old?

Dead silence.

After absolute silence came a commotion like a volcanic eruption!
"What just...happened?"

"It's over? It's over already?"

"Senior Brother Liu Ming... was... was he defeated in one move?"

The stands erupted in chaos, filled with a cacophony of voices—discussions, gasps of surprise, and incredulous gasps.

It is true that they have contributed to global warming.

This friendly match was so fast, from start to finish, that it was almost impossible to see the whole thing clearly.

Lin You's movements seemed simple: sprint, withstand the attack, make his body ethereal and pass through the shield, and then deliver a seemingly plain shoulder slam.

There were no flashy soul skill effects, and even his four iconic soul rings, which represented his Soul Master cultivation, were not revealed.

But he still won.

The victory was so decisive, so swift, it even carried a sense of overwhelming dominance.

But is it really that simple?

Most of the students in the stands only saw the simple and brutal result, but could not understand the horror of the process.

He withstood the concentrated fire of a level 5 Soul Master without sustaining a single injury.

Ignore the energy shield and penetrate directly?
What terrifying power must have been contained in that seemingly ordinary final collision to knock out a level 5 Soul Master who was defending at full strength?
On the high platform, Jing Hongchen's expression was extremely solemn.

As a titled Douluo, he saw things more clearly than anyone else.

Lin You withstood the attack head-on; his physical body, with defenses comparable to those of a ferocious beast, was unheard of. Was this the physical limit of a Soul Master? It felt even more powerful than a Soul Guidance Device. Did such a terrifying body really need an outer layer of iron for protection?

Moreover, that incredible shield-piercing ability is clearly a special application of elemental technology, directly ignoring the barriers at the energy level.

That final, seemingly simple shoulder strike was a pure combination of strength and skill, concentrating terrifying impact into a single point of explosion.

What alarmed Jing Hongchen the most was Lin You's aura at that moment.

It is robust, solid, and sharp, like a sword that has been polished a thousand times. Where is there any trace of the vague, superficial feeling that came from taking too many pills before?

This kid, having left the academy for only a few days, went to hunt for a fourth spirit ring. What exactly did he experience during that time?
How could such a radical change have occurred?

Jing Hongchen's mind raced, and his gaze toward Lin You became increasingly complex. There was amazement at his talent, apprehension about his potential, but more than anything, there was the fervor of someone who had found a treasure after seeing that the proposer of the "Element Theory" was also so powerful.

At this moment, Teacher Xuan Ziwen quickly walked down from the platform to the edge of the arena. After checking Liu Ming's condition and confirming that he was only unconscious and not in mortal danger, he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked up to Lin You, one of the referees for this competition, and gently asked, "Lin You, do you need to rest for a bit?"

Lin You shook his head and stretched his shoulders. The bump just now was indeed like a warm-up for him: "No need, Teacher Xuan, let's continue."

His voice wasn't loud, but thanks to the amplifying soul guide device, it clearly resonated throughout the entire venue.

"What? He's not resting?"

"Too arrogant!"

"A tag team battle! Who does he think he is? No matter how good he is, I don't believe he can defeat all of us."

"Then you go."

"Haha, I'm not going."

The students in the stands were enraged once again. Losing the first match was already a disgrace, and Lin You's nonchalant and indifferent attitude only added fuel to the fire. Shouts and curses erupted again.

"enough!"

A furious roar, imbued with immense soul power, resounded high in the sky.

Jing Hongchen had already risen into the air at some point, and the pressure of a Title Douluo was released without any concealment, like a heavy mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts, instantly suppressing all the noise.

His icy gaze swept over the faces below, filled with anger, resentment, or shame, his voice as cold as ice: "Is this all you've got? Besides insults and impotent rage, what else can you do?"

"Let your strength speak for itself! Use your prized soul tools to defeat him! That's a million times better than spewing nonsense here!"

"If you're so capable, then beat them fair and square! If you're not, then shut your mouths, watch carefully, and learn from them!"

Jing Hongchen's voice grew increasingly stern, like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of every student.

"This exchange and sparring is not for you to vent your emotions, but to let you see clearly where the gap is between you and the real top geniuses! Don't think that just because you have studied soul tool making for a few years and mastered some soul tool usage skills, you are invincible."

He took a deep breath, his gaze finally settling on Lin You in the arena, then abruptly turned to the stands, saying each word clearly: "Let me tell you, the person standing before you who just defeated your fifth-year elite students, the exchange student from Shrek Academy, Lin You, is only thirteen years old this year!"

"He's at least four or five years younger than all of you here!"

"Thirteen?"

Like pouring a ladle of cold water into a scalding oil pan, the entire training ground instantly erupted in chaos.

If their previous failures only made them feel ashamed and resentful, then the revelation at this age brought a deeper shock and disbelief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Thirteen years old? How could he be so tall?"

A thirteen-year-old Soul Master with four Soul Rings? And possesses such a monstrous physique and abilities?

"What a joke! Master Jing, are you mistaken?"

Countless gazes were focused on Lin You, filled with shock, doubt, and even a hint of despair.

These students, aged seventeen or eighteen, or even in their early twenties, had been immersed in the field of soul tools for many years, yet they were so easily defeated by a thirteen-year-old boy... The gap was so vast it was suffocating.

"Failure is not terrible."

Jing Hongchen's voice rang out again, trying to pull the students back from their shock, "What's terrifying is not admitting defeat after losing; what's terrifying is not even knowing why you failed after losing."

"If all you feel today is humiliation and self-pity, then I ask you, when will our Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy truly defeat Shrek Academy in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament?!"

Jing Hongchen's words were resounding, filled with his expectations for the future of the academy and his encouragement to the students.

On the other side of the stands, Orange's clear eyes widened in disbelief, her small mouth slightly agape, completely stunned.

Thirteen?
Lin You... is he only thirteen years old?
She felt like her brain was going blank.

This guy, who in her eyes was unfathomably theoretically gifted, incredibly strong, and sometimes seemed a bit carefree and even a little roguish... was actually five years younger than her?!

Five years old!
Does that mean he's still a... child?
Two blushes crept onto Ju Zi's fair cheeks as an extremely complex emotion welled up within her.

There was shock, disbelief, and a strange...embarrassment?
She once actually developed a faint, almost imperceptible, affection for a "younger brother" who was five years younger than her.

This realization made Orange feel terrible. She subconsciously lowered her head, not daring to look at the figure in the arena anymore, feeling utterly confused.

(End of this chapter)