Capítulo 203: Wang Chen
Paimon: "???"
Hearing the discussions around her, Paimon turned her head to look at Zhongli, her big eyes showing a bit of clarity.
He said he didn't know!
He said he didn't have time!
"Zhongli, you were there last night, weren't you!"
For a moment, Paimon thought of the events in the Chasm.
Clearly, it was Zhongli who saved Xiao, but he denied it, saying he wasn't there!
He even blocked a fatal blow meant for Du Bafang, yet still claimed he hadn't gone!
Zhongli: "..."
As someone who has lived for thousands of years, Zhongli possessed unparalleled composure and expression management.
Without changing his expression, he calmly picked up the teacup, took a sip, and found the taste as ordinary as always…
The tea from a breakfast shop, even if it's the best they have, how good could it possibly be?
After setting the teacup down, Zhongli finally spoke: "Paimon, they only mentioned seeing a figure resembling the Martial God…"
"They never explicitly said it was me."
"Eh~"
Hearing this, Paimon scratched her head, confusion flickering across her big eyes. Could it really be like that?
"Think about it, the world is vast and full of wonders. Isn't it perfectly normal for someone resembling me to appear?"
"That's true!"
Seeing Paimon successfully fooled, Zhongli's lips curved upward slightly.
By the time Zhongli and Paimon finished breakfast, two competitors from the Blazing Academy happened to walk past them and froze on the spot.
The two gulped nervously—just moments ago, they'd been talking about last night's events right in front of the Martial God himself!
Everything they knew was secondhand information relayed by their teacher, who warned them to watch their words and not say anything inappropriate.
On careful reflection, they realized they hadn't said anything wrong, and only then did they heave a sigh of relief.
"Greetings, Lord Martial God!"
The two immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to Zhongli.
This Martial God—his casual soul skill alone could block the full-force attack of the Clear Sky Douluo!
How could they not be respectful to such a figure?
"There's no need to be so formal, young friends. After breakfast, make sure to prepare well for today's match," Zhongli said kindly, patting their shoulders.
Although it was meant as a courteous remark, it sounded very different to the two young soul masters.
They widened their eyes in shock. Could it be that the Martial God had expectations for them?
Otherwise, why would he say something so encouraging?
The thought sent shivers through their entire bodies, and their spirits instantly soared to their peak.
Today's match—there was no way they could let the Martial God down!
"Yes, Lord Martial God!"
"Hm, seeing such energy in you—this is what young soul masters should be like. Keep it up."
After saying this, Zhongli left with Paimon.
What Zhongli didn't know was just how much his words had impacted the two young soul masters.
Already fire-attributed soul masters with naturally "sunny" personalities, the encouragement filled them with a sense of purpose that transformed their entire outlook.
Of course, who delivered the encouragement mattered greatly.
If it had been an ordinary person speaking, no matter how reasonable, they wouldn't have cared.
But the one who said it wasn't just anyone!
This was the number one figure on the Douluo Continent—the Martial God Douluo, Sect Master of the Body Sect, guest elder of the Crown Prince's Mansion, Zhongli himself!
In the entire world, only the Martial God would treat insignificant fighters like them with such grace.
"I'm Martial God's loyal follower!"
The other young man glanced at his companion in surprise but quickly nodded and replied, "So am I!"
In the blink of an eye, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning.
Inside the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena, the stands were almost completely packed with spectators. Except for Shrek Academy, all other competing teams had essentially arrived.
When the participants glanced toward the Shrek Academy's resting area, there was a hint of schadenfreude in their eyes.
Serves them right!
From top to bottom, not a single normal person.
An academy like this was simply a disgrace to all academies!
"I wonder if they even dare to show up for the competition?"
"After everything that's happened, if they still come, aren't they afraid of embarrassing themselves?"
"Well, most commoners and even some nobles don't know about what happened. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
Not all of the participants were aware of the events from last night.
Their leading teachers or deans, if they didn't have the strength to observe things in secret, naturally wouldn't know what truly happened.
Still, soul masters weren't fools.
The fact that none of the Shrek Academy students had shown up yet spoke volumes about what may have happened last night.
Even though they didn't have a match today, they still needed to draw lots for tomorrow's competition. At least one representative had to show up, right?
The more capable academies, those who knew what had happened last night, wore expressions that were far more thoughtful.
"What? You're saying Lord Martial God praised the two of you?"
"Yes, we swear on our martial souls!"
The leading teacher of the Blazing Academy was stunned upon hearing this.
Those two were just substitutes!
And they were praised by the Martial God Douluo?
Unbelievable as it may seem, the Martial God always viewed the younger generation like the rising sun of 8 or 9 o'clock in the morning. It wasn't entirely impossible for him to praise the pair.
The VIP seats were particularly quiet today. Emperor Xue Ye's face was gloomy, lost in his thoughts.
Ning Fengzhi and Salas also had their heads bowed, deep in contemplation. Their focus was clearly not on the matches.
The only sound breaking the silence came from Paimon munching on her snacks…
Suddenly, Zhongli seemed to sense something and instinctively turned his gaze toward the audience seats.
There stood a tall young man, his eyes burning with intensity—an even greater intensity than that of some disciples from the Body Sect.
Upon seeing the young man, Zhongli's expression shifted slightly in thought. He nodded gently toward him.
The boy's entire body trembled as he saw this and returned the nod with great enthusiasm.
This young man was none other than Wang Chen, Zhongli's first devout follower on the Douluo Continent!
At his age, he was more than qualified to participate in this year's Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, but he lacked the academy and thus hadn't registered to compete.
"Lord Zhongli, I finally…"
"I finally found you!"
For a boy from a small mountain village, news of Zhongli had always felt like a faraway legend.
Even though Zhongli's name was renowned across the land, it was still incredibly difficult for him to gather information about Zhongli.
Let alone make his way to the imperial capital of the Heaven Dou Empire—Heaven Dou City itself!
The once frail, powerless boy had undergone a remarkable transformation.
Wang Chen clenched his fists tightly, his face resolute as he murmured, "With the strength I have now, I should be able to help Lord Zhongli!"
The tournament? The younger generation?
As he looked at the other young soul masters, Wang Chen felt utterly indifferent.
These so-called elites weren't even worth a single round against him!
Wang Chen's situation was quite unique, even compared to disciples of the Body Sect—like Chi Yu.
He wasn't a pure soul master. He was the one and only person on the Douluo Continent to have obtained a Vision-a power from Teyvat.
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