Douluo Continent: Getting Stronger After Heartbreak

Chapter 7 Love at First Sight on the Competition Stage

On a sunny day, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was bustling with activity.

Ning Fengzhi, on the other hand, naturally garnered the most attention by joining the lineup of two peak Douluo.

"Huh? Who's that? The boy standing behind Sword Douluo."

"I don't know, it's very rare. Could it be that innate full-soul-power boy whose soul power has never been able to increase?"

"It should be him. He's going to compete against Gu Yue again this time, and unsurprisingly, he'll lose again..."

"..."

The occasional whispers finally made Gu Yue's expression improve. He couldn't help but give Qin Jian a provocative look, only to find that the other man's gaze was fixed on Ning Rongrong and he hadn't noticed him at all. Gu Yue felt annoyed again.

"Just you wait, Qin Jian, I'll beat you to a pulp on stage again," he thought to himself, clenching his fists.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi continued, "Rongrong, as your partner who will be working with you for a long time in the future, you must be the strongest among the next generation of combat personnel of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, otherwise you will not be recognized by others."

"Dad, can't I even choose what I like?" Ning Rongrong pouted.

Ning Fengzhi hesitated for a moment, but still hardened his heart and said, "Rongrong, I can usually indulge you, but this time it involves the rules of the sect, and I cannot make an exception for you."

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Qin Jian, somewhat surprised that he had won over his beloved daughter's favor in such a short time.

"Besides, you should trust the person you want to choose. They will definitely get first place, right? Dad believes Rongrong has the best judgment."

Provoked by Ning Fengzhi's words, Ning Rongrong replied without hesitation, "Rongrong's judgment is undoubtedly the best!"

Ning Fengzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief after persuading his daughter.

By this time, they had arrived near the competition platform.

The partner selection competition, which only happens once every five years, naturally attracted a large number of participants. At a glance, the area around the competition stage was packed with people.

Qin Jian followed Sword Douluo and the others to the most prominent position in the center. Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo took their seats, while Qin Jian, Ning Rongrong, and Gu Yue stood behind them.

"This time, a total of 32 direct disciples were selected to choose their partners, but there were 64 combat soul masters participating in the selection."

Ning Fengzhi casually explained the situation of this competition: "Therefore, those who are defeated in the first round will not have the opportunity to partner with direct disciples and will be assigned to ordinary combat teams to protect the sect's safety."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yue glanced at Qin Jian and said, "Don't be so weak that you can't even compare to a Soul Master below level 10."

At their age, being able to cultivate to nearly level 10 is already considered genius, so apart from Qin Jian and Gu Yue, almost no one among the participants is above level 10.

"Then you don't need to worry about it," Qin Jian said casually.

Hearing the smell of gunpowder coming from behind, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a knowing glance, as if sparks were flying, before simultaneously letting out a cold snort and turning their heads away.

Ning Fengzhi could only manage a helpless, bitter smile.

These two Super Douluo have been fighting for their entire lives, and now they're even dragging the younger generation into it...

"The first round of the competition is about to begin. Participants, please come down to draw your order."

The elder who was in charge of the competition carried a large wooden box into the arena.

Qin Jian and Gu Yue exchanged a glance, then walked down from the stands and onto the field.

"Qin Jian, you have to win!"

Just then, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but cheer Qin Jian on, unintentionally delivering a blow to the proud and arrogant Gu Yue.

Qin Jian couldn't help but smile, then turned around and waved to her.

Soon, everyone had finished drawing lots.

The arena is not large, with only four seats, so eight people compete each time.

And Qin Jian was actually in the first match.

His opponent was a girl wearing a pink miniskirt.

"My name is Lin Yu, a level 9 Battle Soul Warrior, and my Martial Soul is a Spirit Fox."

A white light shone from the girl's body as her martial spirit manifested, and she quickly assumed an attack stance.

But Qin Jian remained motionless, standing on the sidelines with his hands behind his back.

"Qin Jian, Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul, Sword of Passion."

His words left everyone on the sidelines baffled, except for Sword Douluo, who knew that his martial soul was pronounced exactly the same as his name.

"Hey, you don't even dare to report your soul power, are you afraid that people will look down on your unchanging level 10 soul power for the past three years..." Gu Yue said sarcastically.

The next moment he was met with Ning Rongrong's angry little glare...

"The competition begins!"

At the elder's command, battles began simultaneously on all four battle platforms. However, Qin Jian's situation was somewhat strange, as he remained standing motionless, simply smiling at Lin Yu opposite him.

"Uh, Qin... Qin Jian... why aren't you activating your Martial Soul?"

For some reason, Lin Yu felt slightly dizzy, and her gaze towards Qin Jian gradually became unfocused.

"I'm already using my soul skill, so be careful."

Seeing her bewildered expression, Qin Jian kindly reminded her, "If you can still launch an attack now, you might have a tiny chance."

But Lin Yu's eyes grew increasingly misty, her mind filled only with thoughts of how handsome the other person was, and how...she liked him...

"What's wrong with me...?"

She shook her head vigorously, but became more and more engrossed, eventually even retracting her martial spirit and just standing there blankly staring at Qin Jian.

Then, something astonishing happened: Lin Yu took a few steps forward, staring blankly at Qin Jian's face, and murmured, "You look so handsome, I like you so much..."

"What's going on?"

"Love at first sight?"

"Falling in love at first sight on the competition field? You're kidding me!"

"..."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The central grandstand.

Ning Fengzhi watched this scene with great interest, then asked, "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, Qin Jian said he has already used his soul skill, but I haven't sensed any soul power fluctuations. What about you?"

Bone Douluo frowned: "I didn't detect any soul power fluctuations either."

So both of their gazes fell on Sword Douluo, but Sword Douluo crossed his arms, looking unfathomable: "He has indeed used a soul skill."

As for what he used, he didn't know...

Behind them, Ning Rongrong had no time to care about any of that; she just felt a strange sense of crisis: "To confess in public like that, how shameless!"

In the field.

Qin Jian gave a gentle smile and said, "Then... could you walk off the stage by yourself?"

The crowd, who hadn't understood anything, erupted in uproar once again.

"So what if he's good-looking? Does he think he can make people admit defeat just because of that?!" Gu Yue said indignantly.

The next moment, a scene that shocked everyone appeared.

Lin Yu nodded repeatedly in the audience: "Okay, I'll walk off the stage myself."

Then he hurriedly left the stage... left the stage... left the stage... left...

The area around the stands was completely silent.

As Lin Yu stepped off the stage, her mind cleared quickly, and she realized that she had lost. Strangely, she didn't feel anything was wrong and even thought she had fallen in love at first sight...

"Qin Jian wins this match!"

(End of this chapter)