The Prince of the World Chapter 60: Dark Horse

With a flash of white, a young man, plain looking and of average height, appeared on the stage, who joined Lin Pou's team in the first round.

“Qin Shuang here! Nice to meet everyone!”

“What's up, Shxiong Qin!”

A guy called out before jumping on the stage, situated across Qin Shuang, and sizing him up casually.

“This Qin Shuang dude is quite interesting,” Zuo Han said, smiling.

Yan Li nodded in agreement, for at that the moment he saw Qin Shuang's face, and some already blurred memories of his previous life suddenly became clear.

Back then, even though he had two souls in his body and was making some impressive progress, he was only able to reach Yuan realm right before the indoor disciples' contest and ended up being a first round exit just like Xue Zhan and his other friends in this life.

Two disciples, Nangong Yong and Shentu HanXiang, were deemed as the top seed in that contest.

Nangong Yong was still, of course, Nangong Yong, and Shentu Hanxiang was actually that aloof-looking girl who advanced to the final round after Lin Jingyun. She was basically a mystery waiting to be solved, and it was not until Yan Li had been promoted to the elite group did he find out that she was an apprentice of some Senior and followed a pretty weird guide called Seclusion, which eventually caused her aloofness.

However, what threw everyone off guard was that those two were upset by Qin Shuang, a guy whom no one cared to pay much attention to.

Since then, Qin Shuang's past had been dug out and revealed to the curious public: He joined Dahuang Palace at the age of twelve as a scullion after failing the entrance test and stayed so for five years before finally reaching Yuan realm and being inducted to the indoor group. But instead of soaring, he again went off the radar and spent another three years getting to Shenyuan realm. By then, he was already twenty years old, the oldest among all indoor disciples. However, generally speaking, talented disciples could reach Poyuan realm at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and even some not so talented ones could manage to do so with only two extra years of practicing. So, Qin Shuang, a twenty-year-old Shenyuan realm practitioner, was reasonably deemed as nothing more than an average Joe. Yet, undisturbed by others' side eyes, he occupied himself with practicing and eventually became a Poyuan realm disciple.

Then, he took part in that year's indoor disciples' contest and just barely made it to the final round, where he screwed up everyone's expectation and won the championship.

He was the epitome of a surprise attack.

After that, Qin Shuang had been on fire as he advanced to Xuan realm in under three months before eventually joining the core group as a Mi realm master, just when Yan Li reached Xuan realm back then.

Your typical late comer storyline!

As Yan Li was rewinding these memories in his head, the battle had already begun. Two guys were going back and forth at each other with their swords clattering like a symphony, but it was obvious that Qin Shuang was struggling to keep up the pace there and looked as if he would crumble at any time.

Yan Li could not help but let out a chuckle, shaking his head, “Really, Shixiong Qin? Still playing clumsy?”

Finally, after dancing around for quite some time, Qin Shuang suddenly lost his footing and fell to the ground, which his opponent was more than pleased to take advantage of by spearing his sword toward Qin Shuang's arm; however, the unthinkable happened as Qin Shuang deftly rolled away from the sword, sending the other guy, who could not fight off the momentum going forward, flying off of the stage.

Everyone was kind of laughing awkwardly at the scene, but at the same time, feeling a little helpless, especially that guy who just got weirdly eliminated.

Yet, only Yan Li was able to see what was really behind this seemingly innocent mishap: As Qin Shuang was dodging the sword, his hand came into brief contact with the surface of the stage and he so conveniently flicked a trace of Zhen vigor to the other guy's ankle, causing the latter to lose his balance and stumble off the stage.

As Qin Shuang scrambled to his feet, another guy rushed up to the stage, planning on trying his luck, and initiated another round of fight.

But, strangely enough, Qin Shuang somehow managed to survive every close call and again took the win “accidentally”.

So, after repeating the same route three more times, he became the last one to advance to the final round.

Seeing this, everyone just shook their heads and sighed, “What a lucky bastard!”

Since no more games were scheduled today, the crowd began to dissipate as Xue Zhan and others gathered around Yan Li, waiting to walk back to the Indoor Yard with him.

“Yan Li!” A cold tone rang off all of a sudden.

Turning around, all he could see was Meng Wushuang's nonchalant face, “What is it, Shixiong Meng?”

Casting a glance at the Wushuang Sword on Yan Li's back, Meng Wushuang slowly began, “I mean, we're going to fight each other tomorrow, right? So, if you lose, give me my sword back; but if you win, you can keep it!”

Instead of replying right away, Yan Li just took the sword off his back and handed it to Meng Wushuang, smiling, “I've always wanted to give it back to you but haven't had the opportunity to do so. And now, there you go!”

Yan Li was well aware that the Wushuang Sword was a medium-level enforcing weapon, but he did not really need it since he had already had the Bladeless Sword, which, though being an ordinary sword, had a Sword Spirit residing in it; and now, after absorbing one of the pieces of the Blood Monster Sword, it was almost as powerful as a medium-level enforcing weapon, if not more.

A flicker of delight flashed across his eyes as Meng Wushuang involuntarily reached for the sword before stopping himself midway, “No, don't bother! I'll win it back on the stage!”

Then, he just walked off without uttering a “Goodbye!”

Seeing him off, Yan Li huffed out a sigh, “I'm afraid that is not likely to happen, Shixiong Meng!”

Even though Meng Wushuang was an experienced Poyuan realm disciple and Yan Li was just a rookie compared to him, you had to factor in the fact that Yan Li had way more Zhen vigor than even some of the masters on this level and was actually more skilled since he had already been a Xuan realm master in his previous life, whose understanding of battles and skills was way beyond the comprehension of Yuan realm practitioners.

Aside from that, he also had the Mixed Yuan vigor and the Blood Monster vigor inside him, which were stored in eighteen and fifteen whirls respectively.

Mind you, having fifteen whirls was already unheard of in itself, not to mention how powerful those two kinds of vigor were.

“How rude!” Yao Ling muttered grumpily.

Yan Li just laughed it off, for that he knew Meng Wushuang was probably just hard-wired that way, not wanting to be pitied and whatnot.

After getting back to his place, Yan Li automatically started to think about tomorrow's contest and his opponents, among whom, except for Nangong Yong and Shentu Hanxiang, only Qin Shuang, the great imposter himself, was worth his attention then.

In the meantime, the debate about who would win the final round heated up among indoor and outdoor disciples: Nangong Yong, undoubtedly, got the most votes, who was then followed by Lin Jingyun and Lin Pou, while Ren Qiukuang and the Aroma Fairy were tied in the fourth place; as for Yan Li, he just barely made it to the fifth.

However, no one, not even a single soul took a second look at Qin Shuang, the dark horse waiting to make everyone's jaw drop.

Chapter end