Chapter 882: This is my husband!
Chen Huaian flicked his finger.
Clang—!
Tang Er's 'Haotian Staff' Battle Soul shattered with a sound.
And Tang Er seed to lose all strength as well, his knees going weak as he knelt on the ground.
"You lost."
Li Qingran looked down at Tang Er from her superior position, her eyes holding a trace of pride, her chin slightly raised, like a little peacock that had won a fight.
This pride was not for herself, but for the man who protected her in his embrace.
It was as if she was saying—look! This is my backer!
"I... cough cough..." Tang Er clutched his chest, coughing violently, "I lost..."
He raised his head, looking at the white-clothed swordsman who remained as calm and unruffled as ever with a complex gaze, then glanced at Li Qingran.
It was truly unbelievable.
He had originally thought that with his Mother's Love Grass on one hand and his Haotian Staff on the other, he was already a rare genius outlier.
Yet, Li Qingran actually had such an eccentric Battle Soul.
"This is... what kind of Battle Soul?"
Tang Er's voice was hoarse, filled with thick unwillingness and confusion.
"A Humanoid Battle Soul, unheard of. In this situation, you must also have Twin Battle Souls, right?"
If it was Twin Battle Souls, then his loss wasn't unjust.
After all, the strength of this white-clothed swordsman Battle Soul was too outrageous. Having no World Rings ant no Battle Techniques, aning it relied solely on the Battle Soul's own power. Not only did it withstand his full ninety-one strikes of the Magic Cloak Staff Technique, but with a single finger at the end, it instantly shattered the montum he had built up... If, this white-clothed swordsman had World Rings and Battle Techniques, how strong would it be?
He didn't even dare to think further.
Since she had already exposed her master, Li Qingran's eyes rolled, that mischievous, clever energy coming up again.
She openly pressed her face against Chen Huaian's semi-transparent chest, even deliberately rubbing against it, her clear voice ringing throughout the arena:
"This Battle Soul..."
She drew out her tone, her eyes and brows curved, smiling like a little fox.
"...is my husband~"
Boom—!
The entire arena erupted in an uproar.
"What?!"
"Hus... husband?!"
"Did I hear wrong? Goddess Li Qingran actually has a husband?! And her husband turned into her Battle Soul?!"
Countless male fans' hearts shattered into pieces.
Tang Er was even more dumbfounded.
His Demonic Pupils were about to pop out, his mouth open wide enough to fit two eggs.
"A... a deceased husband Battle Soul?"
After a brief mont of shock and astonishnt, he couldn't help but think of his own little girlfriend.
He glanced back at the girl staring at him eagerly from the corner of the arena.
Although the situation wasn't quite the sa, inexplicably, he felt a sense of sharing the sa hardship with Li Qingran.
Both were unfortunate souls.
Li Qingran's husband beca a Battle Soul.
His little girlfriend's identity absolutely could not be exposed, otherwise she would be relentlessly hunted by the Battle Soul Hall...
He straightened up respectfully, cupped his hands, and said with a solemn expression, "So that's how it is... I was being presumptuous."
"This match was extrely exciting, I accept my defeat wholeheartedly!"
How could he not accept it?
This white-clothed swordsman turned into a Battle Soul to protect Li Qingran even after death.
How could he not be fierce?
He was probably a figure at the Legendary Battle Master level in life.
With his one Mother's Love Grass and one Fire Poker, what could he use to compete against soone else's "deceased husband"?
Couldn't beat him, perfectly normal.
Losing to such a big shot, not unjust!
After speaking, Tang Er, along with his equally dumbfounded Sli Team mbers, left the arena dejectedly.
"The champion of this All-Continent Elite Battle Master Competition is—"
"The Battle Soul Hall's First Team!"
With the referee's loud announcent, the entire arena cheered.
Li Qingran, in Chen Huaian's embrace, smiled with her eyes and brows, blinking her big eyes, lowering her voice to coquettishly say:
"Thank you, Master, for helping out. If it weren't for Master, your disciple really would have been in danger today~"
Chen Huaian couldn't speak.
He could only shake his head helplessly, his eyes holding a trace of doting affection.
This little girl deliberately revealed his identity.
Who knows what trouble it will cause...
He wasn't too clear about his own situation right now either.
But if anyone dared to lay a hand on Li Qingran, he would let that person know what endless hell was.
"All participating contestants, please go to the rear rest area to wait. Shortly, Her Holiness Pope Bixixi will personally award the championship!"
...
Rest area, corner.
Under the stunned, curious, and even sowhat horrified gazes of a group of teammates, Li Qingran openly led Chen Huaian down.
"Qing... cough, Miss Li..."
Xie Yue swallowed hard, his eyes darting back and forth over Chen Huaian, stamring as he asked:
"This... this really is your... hus... husband?"
"Is there any doubt?"
Li Qingran wrapped her arm around Chen Huaian's waist, the posture so practiced it was heartbreaking.
"Hiss..."
Xie Yue sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
He looked at Chen Huaian.
He had to admit, although it was a "Battle Soul," this man's appearance was outrageously handso.
Dressed in white robes, with silver-white hair, just standing there gave off a sense of divine detachnt and majesty.
Compared to this kind of "Divine Immortal," his own mortal handsoness was like dirt and straw.
Xie Yue felt bitter in his heart.
But he was also soone who could accept things and let them go.
Although this lady's husband was "dead," he had been refined into a Battle Soul.
That ant twenty-four-hour, all-around, no-blind-spot companionship.
The two were one body and one heart, where was there room for anyone else to interfere?
He cupped his hands and bowed respectfully to Chen Huaian:
"Greetings... brother-in-law."
Chen Huaian couldn't speak, he could only nod slightly in acknowledgnt.
"Wow! So handso!"
The other two female team mbers had long been unable to hold back.
Their eyes sparkling, they crowded forward as if they had seen so rare treasure.
"A Humanoid Battle Soul? So cool, never seen anything like it!"
"He looks so aloof! I never knew Sister Qingran had such good taste? No wonder she never looked at anyone else..."
The female team mber with charming eyes and brows nad Hu Nana even boldly reached out, wanting to poke Chen Huaian's chest muscles.
Slap!
Before her hand could touch Chen Huaian.
Li Qingran, like a little tigress protecting her food, slapped Hu Nana's hand away.
Hu Nana withdrew her hand, smiling awkwardly and saying, "Hehe, Captain, your husband isn't a real husband, he's a Battle Soul...
What's wrong with letting us touch him?
I just want to know what a Battle Soul feels like..."
"Get away, get away!"
Li Qingran huffed angrily, pulling Chen Huaian behind her, glaring:
"This is mine! No one is allowed to touch!"
"Stingy~" Hu Nana stuck out her tongue, giggling as she ran off.
Li Qingran snorted, pulling Chen Huaian straight to the innermost corner of the rest area.
Swish—
She pulled the heavy velvet curtain shut.
In the narrow space, the light instantly dimd.
The noise outside was blocked out, leaving only the sound of their breathing.
The two faced each other.
Li Qingran looked at the familiar, yet sowhat transparent face before her.
The pride and mischievous cleverness from the arena monts ago faded away completely in this instant.
She thought of that mont of heart-palpitating fear just now.
She thought of that despair that felt like the whole world was collapsing.
Her eyes instantly reddened.
"Master..."
She reached out, her fingertips trembling, wanting to touch his cheek, yet afraid of passing through him again.
She had so, so many questions she wanted to ask.
How did Master co back?
Why did he beco like this?
Master... will he leave again?
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