Douluo: Soul-Breaking spear

Chapter 75: After the Battle

In the VIP section, the various guests reacted differently to the outcome of the fight.

From what they had just witnessed, it was clear that the young contender, "White Horse Silver Spear," possessed combat abilities more akin to those of a Soul King, despite only having Soul Elder-level power. His capabilities were astonishing.

Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo, chuckled and turned to Yang Potian's grandfather, Yang Wudi, "Congratulations, Yang. Your grandson's strength is truly something to behold."

Likewise, Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, added, "Congratulations, Clan Leader Yang. With such a powerful grandson, it seems the Broken Clan has a bright future ahead."

Nearby, Huyan Zhen's face was grim, and several members of the Spirit Hall also wore troubled expressions. Meanwhile, Prince Xue Qinghe was mentally calculating how long it would take him to defeat Yang Potian in a similar match.

After stepping off the stage, Yang Potian headed to the arena's office with his parents. The arena director, Jackson, greeted them warmly. "Congratulations on the victory, young Mr. Yang. I'm impressed by your strength at such a young age."

This time, it was Yang Zhentian who replied. "Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Jackson. My son still has much to learn; we're grateful for your hospitality."

Jackson, who clearly recognized Zhentian, nodded. "It's an honor to have him fight here. This duel drew our largest audience in years and broke recent betting records as well. I do hope we'll have the pleasure of working together again."

With that, Jackson handed Yang Potian six soul coin cards, each worth 500,000. This was Yang Potian's payout from his self-placed bet of 5.6 million gold soul coins. After accounting for the odds, his winnings totaled nearly 30 million—an amount that rivaled his clan's entire fortune. Jackson seemed pleased, as the arena had profited handsomely from the match as well.

After accepting the winnings, Yang Potian and his parents left, heading to a private room where his grandfather, Yang Wudi, his maternal grandfather, Niu Gao, and Dugu Bo awaited. From the smiles on their faces, it was clear that they were proud.

Yang Wudi spoke first, "Not bad, Potian! You made the Broken Clan proud today."

Niu Gao added, "You really put on a show, Potian. You should've seen the look on Huyan Zhen's face!"

Yang Potian thought to himself that, in terms of defense, the Diamond Mammoth spirit and the Armored Rhinoceros spirit were indeed among the strongest on the continent. No wonder his grandfather was so pleased at Huyan Zhen's reaction.

Dugu Bo, meanwhile, silently observed them. His granddaughter, Dugu Yan, often called Yang Potian "a demon," so he was already wondering if it might be worth teaching the boy a lesson someday to help "balance the scales" a bit.

After some conversation, Yang Potian returned to the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy with his parents and teammates. Back at the dormitory, his mother, Niu Jinfeng, raised her concerns. "Potian, how do you know this Jackson character? And you'd better not be doing this kind of thing just for money."

Yang Potian's curiosity was piqued. "Mom, Dad, you know Jackson?"

Zhentian replied, "Our Broken Clan is known for its medicinal expertise, Potian. There are always injuries in the arena, and they're one of our biggest clients. So, we've met him a few times."

"So, how much did he give you this time as payment for the match?"

Yang Potian grew cautious, sensing he was under close scrutiny. "Uh, not much, really. I just made a few bets here and there."

"Potian, our family's fortune is more than enough, and we earn plenty from our trade. You don't need to chase after this kind of money. If you need anything, just come to us," Zhentian said.

Niu Jinfeng eyed her son suspiciously. "Alright, out with it. Just how much did they pay you?"

"Mom, it really wasn't that much… just a little," he mumbled evasively.

But his mother wasn't buying it. "Don't try that with me, Potian. Tell me how much you got, honestly."

Seeing no way around it, Yang Potian admitted, "Three million…"

Niu Jinfeng, still sipping her tea, nodded calmly. "Oh, I see—only three million."

Then, with a sudden jolt, she gasped, "Wait, what did you say? Three million? Explain how you got that much, right now!"

Seeing his parents' intense expressions, Yang Potian knew he couldn't hold back any longer. So, he explained how he had made a fortune by betting on himself. After a brief "negotiation," his parents each took one million "for safekeeping," leaving him feeling helpless but unable to argue.

Back at the prince's residence, Xue Qinghe reflected on the match. "Snake Spear," he addressed his attendant, "how would you assess Yang Potian's strength now?"

Snake Spear Douluo looked uncomfortable. "Your Highness, I never expected him to be this strong. It seems he's capable of Soul King-level combat."

Xue Qinghe mused, "What do you think he was doing with that energy coming off his spear?"

"That, Your Highness, was a spear aura. Usually, only Soul Sages with extensive training can produce it."

Xue Qinghe pondered this before asking, "So, how would he fare in a match against me?"

Snake Spear Douluo quickly replied, "Of course, Your Highness would be far superior in both spirit and power."

After a long pause, Xue Qinghe ordered, "Keep close tabs on Yang Potian. Report his every move to me."

Meanwhile, on the carriage of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Fengzhi turned to Sword Douluo. "Uncle Sword, I never imagined Yang Potian would be so powerful. To win using only one soul skill—"

Sword Douluo interrupted him, "Fengzhi, I believe Yang Potian's true strength is far greater than what we saw today. He could have won without using any soul skills at all."

"What? That's hard to believe," Ning Fengzhi replied.

"Nothing is impossible," Sword Douluo replied. "His Soul-Breaking Spear has a blade length of four feet. It could be used as a sword. He fought an entire match without taking any damage, which shows he's stronger than he let on."

Ning Fengzhi pondered this, then looked over at his daughter, Ning Rongrong. "Rongrong, I'll take you to the academy more often from now on so you can get to know that young man."

Before she could answer, Sword Douluo's face turned serious. "Fengzhi, I advise against it."

"Oh, Uncle Sword, don't worry. It's just for them to get acquainted, nothing more. At the very least, we shouldn't make an enemy of him."

Ning Rongrong chimed in cheerfully, "Dad, don't worry. I'll look him up next time I visit the academy!"

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