Peerless Battle Spirit Chapter 44 - The Shattering of the Boulder

Old Shan included, no one had expected Qin Nan’s Martial Skill talent to turn from the lowest-rank red color to the highest-rank violet color!

Ling Zixiao’s eyes were wide open and his body felt stiff; all that was left in his mind was the dazzling violet color.

The whole area was quiet, no one made any noise; only violet light rays could be seen on the surface of the shining Ocean Crescent Boulder.

At last, Old Shan collected his thoughts.

His pair of skinny hands trembled slightly; his deep-looking eyes were astonished, but filled with excitement.

How many years had it been?

How many years had it been?

How many years had passed since the last person with an violet Martial Skill talent was seen?

“Qin Nan... …” Old Shan’s voice was slightly trembling, as he ended the silence and said, “Remove your palm now; your Martial Skill talent has indeed surpassed Ling Zixiao’s—it’s the highest-grade in fact. For this Martial Talent Battle, you are the winner!”

The new disciples at the scene recovered from the shock after hearing this.

Their gazes toward Qin Nan were different now; they were filled with respect and fear, as if they were looking at the top genius of the world.

Not only that, they were incredibly regretful; Why were we mocking Qin Nan before? Why did we mock a super genius with the highest-grade Martial Skill talent?

Such a joke—it’s ridiculous!

Ling Zixiao had collected his thoughts too. However, his eyes still had a blank appearance—an unbelieving appearance.

I, Ling Zixiao, have failed?

I, Ling Zixiao, have been defeated by Qin Nan?

This Qin Nan’s Martial Skill talent has reached the highest-grade, surpassing even those geniuses with Xuan ranked Martial Spirits?

How... How is this possible? Is this… Is this a dream?

Qin Nan nodded at Old Shan and withdrew his hand. The violet light rays which filled the whole Hall of Crystal were finally vanishing, returning it to a calm state.

Qin Nan’s sight was directed toward Ling Zixiao; it was expressionless, filled with coldness.

This Ling Zixiao took the initiative

…