READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 50: I Don't Agree
"Are you really a Dou Huang strongman?"
Hun Dou Luo's voice wasn't loud, but it jolted everyone out of their daze.
At that moment, an uproar erupted across the heavens and the earth, reverberating throughout the world.
Hun Dou Luo's eyes were fixed on Hun Xiu. Even as her mind cleared, she still found it hard to believe what she saw—Dou Qi wings formed behind Hun Xiu.
True Dou Wings, substantial and solid, were a hallmark of Dou Huang-level powerhouses. While others could also condense Dou Qi into wings, there was an undeniable difference between them and the Douhuang's Dou Wings.
It was simply inconceivable that Hun Xiu could be merely a Dou Huang. Could a Dou Huang withstand a high-level Earth Rank attack from a Dou Wang using only his physical body?
Impossible.
If Hun Xiu wasn't just a Dou Huang but belonged to a higher realm—Dou Zong or even Dou Zun—why would he need to form Dou Qi wings? Why not simply stand in the void, as powerhouses of such caliber often did?
Was Hun Xiu pretending to be low-key, playing dumb while actually showing off?
Countless thoughts swirled in Hun Dou Luo's mind.
Her confusion mirrored the sentiments of the younger generation of the Soul Clan and the spectators around them.
How could they believe that Hun Xiu was only at the Dou Huang realm? Could someone at that level stand motionless and unscathed against the "Extreme Wind Finger" unleashed by a Dou Wang?
Impossible.
No matter how extraordinary a genius was, no Dou Huang could endure such an attack without resistance.
Even powerhouses like Dou Zong or Dou Zun, if caught off guard and unprotected by Dou Qi, could easily succumb to a Dou Wang's attack.
Yet, here was Hun Xiu, enduring Hun Dou Luo's advanced Earth Rank fighting skill.
It was unfathomable.
Hun Xiu appeared slightly disheveled, with minor injuries, but nothing significant.
Such a feat would be impossible for an ordinary Dou Zun. Only the body of a Dou Sheng could achieve this.
"Is he a nine-year-old Dou Sheng?"
If this revelation were true, it would defy all logic. A nine-year-old Dou Sheng was unthinkable—a prodigy destined to ascend to Dou Di status in less than a decade.
The Soul Clan's younger generation would pale in comparison. The chasm between them and Hun Xiu would be immeasurable, akin to the difference between the heavens and the earth.
The younger generation of the Soul Clan exchanged bitter smiles and helplessly shook their heads. Even Hun Feng felt humbled.
"No wonder he's my elder brother," Hun Feng thought. "I used to think it was just because he was born first. But now I see the truth. I, Hun Feng, am nothing compared to him."
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Hun Xiu remained unaware of the assumptions swirling in everyone's minds.
He nodded at Hun Dou Luo and confirmed, "I am indeed only a Dou Huang."
Hun Dou Luo was not surprised. She had anticipated this answer and slowly descended to the martial arts stage. Clasping her fists, she acknowledged him:
"Hun Xiu, you're incredible. I concede defeat."
Her words stunned Hun Xiu.
"Admit defeat?" he asked, incredulous.
After "beating" him into this state, she intended to end it by simply admitting defeat?
Hun Xiu had been prepared for Hun Dou Luo's final move, ready to turn the tide and show her the full extent of his power.
But now, Hun Dou Luo was surrendering?
"I don't agree with you admitting defeat," Hun Xiu declared firmly.
Hun Dou Luo blinked in confusion.
Earlier, he had asked her to admit defeat, but now that she had, he refused to accept it?
She had made her decision carefully. With only a tenth of her Dou Qi left, her next attack wouldn't be as formidable. Admitting defeat seemed the wiser choice than losing miserably.
After all, a nine-year-old Dou Sheng was unbeatable. There was no shame in yielding to such a prodigy.
(TL/N: A foolish thought, HAHAHAHA. You guys are overthinking things.)
Hun Xiu, however, wasn't appeased.
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Seeing Hun Dou Luo's voluntary surrender, Hun Dun, acting as the referee, stepped forward.
"Hun Dou Luo admits defeat," he announced. "In the first match, Hun Xiu wins."
Hearing this, Hun Xiu clenched his wooden sword tightly, his frustration evident.
"Snort..."
With a cold snort, Hun Xiu transformed into a streak of light and vanished. This time, he had no choice but to admit defeat—not to Hun Dou Luo, but to his own misfortune.
(TL/N: Damn, to think I managed to upload 50 chapters within 4 days. I'm so generous! Give me power stones so I won't sleep tonight and upload 10 more chapters!)