In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 104 Actually, I am a doctor

Upon seeing Wang Zhao's demeanor, many men in the stands instinctively wanted to curse her under their breath as a "bitch face."

However, because Wang Zhao had suffered from the torment of cold energy for many years, and he had just wiped out a small noble family last night, the cold and sinister look in his eyes made them swallow the curses that were on the tip of their tongues.

In contrast to the men's hesitant expressions, the female spectators in the stands were much less concerned. Most of them were flushed with excitement, and some even couldn't help but clench their legs together.

"what!"

"Handsome guy, look over here! Look at me, your sweetheart is right here!"

"It's so cold! So cool! This is my favorite style, and none of you are allowed to take it from me!"

"Someone come here! I need all his information within three minutes!"

"..."

"Wait, don't all focus on his face. How old does he look? How could he possibly have the strength of a Soul Master?"

"Shut up, mind your own business when it comes to handsome guys, looks are everything! Wang Zhao, right? Go for it!"

I love you!!!

"..."

Thus, even though a few slightly lychee-like voices occasionally rang out from the stands, they were quickly drowned out by the shouts of the woman who seemed to have lost her mind.

Little did anyone know that a certain blonde girl in the rest area, who had witnessed everything, had silently exploded.

At this moment, amidst the enthusiasm of the audience, Wang Zhao remained calm and walked step by step onto the Soul Battle Stage.

"Kid."

On the other side, Leng Feng's expression was somewhat unpleasant. After all, Wang Zhao was the first man in so many years to steal his thunder on his very first appearance.

"I hope your skills are as good-looking as your face."

Wang Zhao smiled slightly.

"Thank you for the compliment, but you probably won't see this."

"What?"

Leng Feng was subconsciously puzzled.

Wang Zhao remained silent, only slightly raising his hand.

Even without seeing Wang Zhao release his own martial soul, Leng Feng, who was experienced in combat, instantly felt a strange sense of danger and immediately performed martial soul possession.

The next moment, Leng Feng's already muscular body became even larger, and black hair like steel needles suddenly grew all over his body. His head also mutated into a pig's head model, and his eyes emitted a strange green light. At the same time, four soul rings of white, yellow, yellow, and purple appeared on his body.

Only then did Leng Feng feel a slight sense of security. Seeing that Wang Zhao opposite him remained motionless, he felt a sense of being looked down upon and frowned, saying:

"Kid, activate your Martial Soul."

"Martial Soul?"

Wang Zhao smiled.

"It's already started. Look behind you."

"..."

Leng Feng still thought this was Wang Zhao's conspiracy, so naturally he didn't turn back, only replying:

"Since you're so arrogant, then get out of here!"

Then, he gripped his large pig hooves tightly, the black iron hairs on them throbbing as if he were silently activating his soul skill, about to charge towards Wang Zhao.

However, at this moment—

Bang!

In the stands, countless spectators stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen something unbelievable.

At the edge of the arena, even the most composed host momentarily lost his composure.

Suddenly, a giant dragon claw covered in platinum scales appeared to emerge from the void. With a gentle slap, it knocked Leng Feng unconscious, then vanished as if nothing had happened.

Wang Zhao: He was defeated in one move, what's there to say?

"What...what is this?!"

A moment later, spectators in the stands exclaimed in shock.

"A spatial attribute soul skill? When? He clearly didn't activate his martial soul!"

"I've heard of some experts who can activate their martial soul without revealing their soul rings, without using soul skills. This means that what happened just now wasn't a soul skill at all!"

"Could it be a self-created soul skill?!"

"Wait a minute... that should have been a dragon claw, right? It was supposed to be an elemental holy dragon..."

"Shouldn't the attack methods be something like metal, wood, water, fire, or earth?"

"Holy crap! Come to think of it, he defeated Leng Feng in one move. Is he really only at the Soul Master level?"

"Who cares? As long as he's handsome, that's all that matters! My husband Wang Zhao loves me!"

"..."

Such exclamations were heard continuously.

Wang Zhao then slightly raised her head, meeting the gazes of the crowd—some filled with astonishment, some with doubt, and some with admiration—and calmly said:

"Before the host announces the results of the competition, I'd like to say something to everyone."

"actually……"

"I am a homeless healer."

"ah?!"

Instantly, countless viewers were stunned.

Wang Zhao simply continued speaking to himself:

"I used to travel around the edges of the continent practicing medicine, and I have some misunderstandings about martial spirits. People call me 'Grand Tutor'. I will be staying in Xilu City for a month to participate in the martial spirit battle and treat some patients. In order to truly help those in need, I will only treat difficult and complicated cases. If you need help, you can come to me."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the host.

Only then did the host seem to realize what was happening and hurriedly announced:

"Wang Zhao of the Battle Soul Sect has won, bringing his record to one win and zero losses. Wang Zhao, please go down to register your points after you leave the stage."

Wang Zhao nodded, ignoring the jubilant audience in the stands, and silently left the Soul Fighting Arena.

Back to the rest area.

As soon as Wang Zhao stepped inside, he heard a familiar, eerie voice.

"My Lord, Zhao Husband."

"..."

His lips twitched, then he couldn't help but turn pale and said:

"Xiaoxue, what are you doing?"

"snort!"

Upon seeing him approach, Qian Renxue immediately puffed out her cheeks, her expression full of hostility.

"So many people call you 'husband,' both men and women. Aren't you happy?"

As she spoke, she became somewhat troubled again.

"How could they do that, just calling someone...good friend, husband like that?"

"Tui~"

"How utterly shameless!"

"Didn't you just shout that too...?"

Wang Zhao suddenly spoke up.

But before he could finish speaking, Qian Renxue covered his mouth with her hand.

"I...you shouldn't overthink it!"

Was I calling you?

"I just wanted to remind you not to get carried away with vanity."

"Okay, okay~"

Wang Zhao simply smiled and agreed.

However, Qian Renxue, who already knew him well, knew that he was probably laughing heartily inside. She felt a little embarrassed and was about to turn around, but then suddenly turned back.

She grabbed Wang Zhao's hand and started to walk outside.

Where are you going?

Wang Zhao asked.

"Aren't you supposed to register for points? Let's go together and sign up for it while we're at it."

"What?"

"Two-player battle."

Wang Zhao paused.

"But our levels..."

"Why don't you just come with me to the Soul King Battle? Anyway, given the strength you just showed, the organizers might make an exception to increase the excitement of the competition."

Qian Renxue replied matter-of-factly.

Wang Zhao did not refute this further.

Not long after.

The two went to the front desk side by side to register Wang Zhao's score and points, and then brought up the topic of forming a team to participate in the two-on-two Soul Battle.

(End of this chapter)