Douluo Dalu 2: You are an Evil Soul Master, but also a good person ?

Ah, with such a gem right before us, Xiao still..." Jing Hongchen shook his head with a bitter smile.

If it weren't for the incident that happened in the afternoon.

He would most likely be happy for his grandson, but Xu Cheng's monstrous talent made his heart tremble. He knew his own grandson well; Xiao had always been ambitious, but encountering someone whose strength and talent far surpassed his own might create a rift...

Especially since Elder Cheng's tone already treated Xu Cheng as his closed-door disciple.

This would be the most undesirable outcome.

"You're worrying too much because you care," Elder Cheng, seeing Jing Hongchen's thoughts, said calmly. "Xiao is a child I've watched grow up. Although he has pride, he's not foolish..."

"I hope so..."

...

"Xu Cheng!"

Wang Shaojie gritted his teeth.

"What do you want?"

Xu Cheng found it somewhat amusing.

Could it be that he was taking out the humiliation from Xiao on me?

"I will defeat you in front of everyone!" Wang Shaojie sneered. "You're just a motherless bastard, unworthy of competing with the Fourth Prince for the throne! By the way, your mother was a whore, why didn't she take you with her!"

"..."

The smile on Xu Cheng's face slowly froze.

He had just crossed over not long ago, and his mother in this world died during childbirth.

Later, he overheard the maid Huo Qing's mutterings and learned the truth about his mother's death—it was because of him. The royal physician had said that both mother and child would die, or one would live and the other die. She had chosen to give her life force to this body...

At the very least, one should know gratitude.

So when the word "whore" was uttered, in Xu Cheng's eyes, Wang Shaojie was already a dead man.

Below the stage.

Xiao Hongchen was idly observing the battles.

His gaze inadvertently fell on Xu Cheng.

And then it stayed there, his expression changing from laziness to seriousness.

"Meng... do you feel like something's off with A'Cheng?"

"It does seem a bit like he's changed," Meng Hongchen hesitated. "But..."

The little beauty's lips curled up, unable to suppress her smile.

Holding her face, she looked like a lovesick fool.

"He's even more handsome now."

Xiao Hongchen: "..."

Hopeless, all love-struck fools should be shot!

...

However, fixed soul cannons were prohibited in the assessments.

Not only were the students from Shrek Academy worried about accidental injuries, but the people from the Sun Moon Empire weren't fools either.

As Xu Cheng pondered.

Wang Shaojie clenched his hand, and a red greatsword appeared in his grasp.

He was a close-combat soul engineer.

"Ha!"

He let out a loud shout.

Raising the sword, he charged straight at Xu Cheng.

The distance between them wasn't far, so under normal circumstances, he would reach him in an instant.

"Be careful!"

Cries of alarm rang out across the field.

Unlike Xiao Hongchen, whose talent had captivated everyone's attention.

Xu Cheng's handsome appearance had also attracted a large number of female students, and with his crimson eyes and fair skin, even many senior girls had their eyes on him.

Seeing Xu Cheng in "danger," they naturally worried.

"This Wang Shaojie is about to be in trouble..."

Xiao Hongchen clicked his tongue.

He knew Xu Cheng's strength and talent all too well.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have "discussed geniuses over wine." In his eyes, the only one in the entire grade who could compete with him for the top spot was Xu Cheng; the rest were all worthless.

At first glance, it seemed like Xu Cheng was just standing there dumbly.

But in reality...

"Boom!"

Just as Wang Shaojie's face twisted with ferocity, his sword about to slash down on Xu Cheng's head.

He suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.

As the greatsword was about to strike Xu Cheng's hair, a soul cannon barrel pressed against Wang Shaojie's chin, its glowing interior exuding a destructive, violent aura.

"Damn it!"

In that instant, Wang Shaojie caught a glimpse of Xu Cheng's cold, blood-red eyes.

An indescribable fear spread throughout his body, a chilling sensation running down his spine.

This guy wanted to take him down with him!

"Run!"

His survival instinct sent his adrenaline soaring, and he exerted the greatest effort he had ever mustered to twist his body away. Suddenly, he felt his body become lighter, as if floating in mist, and he actually managed to dodge!

A flash of joy appeared in Wang Shaojie's eyes.

He really was a genius!

Then, with a graceful turn, his sword created a massive wave of air, slashing straight toward Xu Cheng.

"Thud!"

Blood splattered, and a head rolled to the ground.

Wang Shaojie's eyes showed a hint of madness.

He raised his hands in triumph.

"I did it! Cousin! I killed him! The Fourth Prince will surely value me now, and support me to join the Royal Inspection Team! I..."

But in the next moment.

Wang Shaojie felt his voice grow hoarse, as if someone had grabbed his throat, and he couldn't speak anymore.

Just as he was puzzled, he touched his neck.

And felt something wet and warm sticking to his hand. He lifted it to look...

Red, it was blood!

As if the world had shattered.

Wang Shaojie felt the pain in his throat intensify, as if it were burning him alive, and he let out a hoarse, beast-like growl.

He slowly knelt, then collapsed to the ground, blood flowing down his arms, soaking his shirt and pooling on the floor.

His consciousness gradually faded.

In his daze, he seemed to see the figure still standing there, coldly looking down at him, as if observing an ant.

Those blood-red eyes showed no emotion.

Am I... dead?

This was Wang Shaojie's final thought before his consciousness faded.

But how he died remained a mystery...

Outside the arena.

Silence.

What everyone saw was.

When Wang Shaojie's sword came down, he suddenly froze in place, unmoving. Xu Cheng leisurely pulled out a level-one soul ray from his storage soul tool and aimed it at Wang Shaojie's neck.

As the scorching soul ray pierced through Wang Shaojie's neck.

The teachers, realizing too late, rushed onto the stage in panic to save him.

But Wang Shaojie, in a bizarre twist, began to cheer, muttering some incomprehensible words.

He himself had delayed the best time for rescue.

And what followed was filled with strangeness...

"Declare the victory."

Xu Cheng pulled out a cloth and wiped his hands.

He spoke indifferently to the teacher who had come up.

Second soul skill, Crimson Moon Mist. As long as he made contact with the enemy, he could forcibly pull them into an illusion he controlled. The stronger the enemy, the shorter the time they could be trapped, and there was even a risk of backlash.

But for someone like Wang Shaojie...

Two months ago, he had used this same technique on Tang Ya.

"You!" The teacher was furious.

"The assessment is over, Xu Cheng wins!"

Before he could speak, a voice rang out from the high platform, echoing throughout the assessment grounds.

Xu Cheng looked up in surprise.

His calm eyes finally showed a flicker of change.

It was Lin Jiayi, and beside him, Elder Cheng's smile remained, though it seemed a bit more amiable than usual, like the gaze of a family elder.

After a long while, Xu Cheng's lips slowly curved into a smile.

Finally, it was done!

"Wang Shaojie, for insulting the deceased imperial concubine and harboring murderous intent toward a comrade during the match, his crime warrants death!"

Jing Hongchen's voice also slowly rang out.

(End of Chapter)