Moonlight pooled on the courtyard stones, turning every edge and crack into silver filigree. From the shadow of a crumbling wall, Yu Xiaogang watched with rapt attention. His lips curved into a cold smile, the corners twitching with dark anticipation.
He's going in head‑first… Mad, absolutely mad, Yu Xiaogang thought, eyes glittering. Here stood Tang Hao—the fearsome Clear Sky Douluo, hammer brandished, spirit power simmering at a fierce boil—ready to crush a mere six‑year‑old boy in one fell swoop. To Yu Xiaogang, the outcome was already decided: Qian Yu would die, and the Grandmaster's theories would once more reign supreme.
Across the rings of Li and Yang etched in stone, Qian Yu faced him without so much as a flicker of fear. His golden spear gleamed, shaft poised at the ready. No quiver of doubt passed over his young features; he simply settled his breath and braced for the storm.
At Yu Xiaogang's signal—a flick of a pale wrist—the two adversaries slammed into each other like colliding celestial bodies.
BOOM!
The air thundered with raw spirit energy. Waves of power collided in mid‑air, rippling outward in shockwaves that sent dust dancing from the rooftops. In the quivering light, Qian Yu stood firm, spear planted; Tang Hao staggered back, eyes wide in shock.
Yu Xiaogang's cool smirk cracked into disbelief. How is this possible? he whispered. He's holding his ground against Clear Sky Douluo himself? Then Yu Xiaogang realized the truth: Tang Hao had restrained his power. He'd given Qian Yu every chance—yet still the boy would not fall.
On the outskirts, Qian Daoliu watched in silent awe. He had come to confirm rumors, to see if Qian Yu truly bore the strength of their ancient founder—the Nether Douluo—but nothing in the times had prepared him for this. Even restrained, Tang Hao was a mountain of spirit power. And still, Qian Yu matched him blow for blow.
CRASH!
Another burst of energy rocked the yard. Qian Yu shifted back two paces, eyebrows calm. Tang Hao was knocked nearly a dozen steps away before catching his balance, breath ragged. The iron‑willed Douluo's eyes burned with a new respect…and a dread he barely understood.
Who is this child? Tang Hao thought, heart pounding. If he matures, no one on the continent will stand a chance. He lunged again, hammer swinging in a wide arc, raw killing intent crackling around him.
Qian Yu darted aside with the grace of a leaf on the wind, spear flashing out in riposte. Each thrust was precise; each evasion, flawless. Though Tang Hao's hammer struck with earth‑shaking force, Qian Yu refused to be trapped, leaping and spinning, his movements a dance of golden light.
Dust swirled at their feet. Tang Hao grunted in admiration as Qian Yu's spear carved through the haze.
"You're strong," Tang Hao admitted, voice low. "If we were equals… I might not win."
Qian Yu offered a wry smile. "Then let's finish this."
He planted his feet. Energy crackled beneath him, coalescing into a swirling Taiji symbol etched in living light. Yin and Yang currents rose from the ground, knitting together at his toes, then surged forward in a ring of shimmering force.
Tang Hao's eyes flew to the glowing sigil at his feet—too late. The currents snapped outward, ensnaring him in a trap of ancient power.
Impossible… a true Domain, at his age? Tang Hao's heart thundered as he felt his limbs seize. Bound by the boy's will, he could not even crouch for defense.
Yu Xiaogang and Qian Daoliu both gasped from their hidden vantage points. Domains were the ultimate mastery—a realm no single spirit tutor could teach. To see one woven at such tender years was an affront to every law of spirit theory.
Tang Hao struggled, hammer raised in a frozen arc. Qian Yu's spear blazed, the glow turning searing as he propelled it downward with the force of the midday sun.
BOOM!
Stone shattered. A crater yawned beneath them. When the dust settled, Qian Yu hovered above the pit, spear poised at Tang Hao's throat—mere inches away from a fatal strike.
Silence fell as Tang Hao lifted a trembling hand. "I… yield."
Qian Yu withdrew his spear and landed softly, the golden light fading from the courtyard. Tang Hao rose slowly, shoulders shaking with awe and relief.
"I will honor our pact," Tang Hao said, voice hoarse. "For ten years, I will not harm you. But you… must keep your word as well. Do not strike at Tang San during that time."
Qian Yu's smile was gentle. "I keep my promises. I won't kill Tang San. But if he seeks me out again… I won't hold back in teaching him a lesson."
With that, he turned and walked away, moonlight glinting off his spear like a promise.
Halfway down the corridor, Tang Hao hesitated, then called after him, "Wait. Who are you… really? Your spirit, your mind—none of it belongs to a six‑year‑old."
Qian Yu paused, looking back with that serene confidence. "If I told you I was the legendary Nether Douluo reborn, would you believe me?"
Tang Hao's laugh echoed in the night. "The Nether Douluo? Ha!"
And with that, he vanished into the shadows, leaving only echoes—and Yu Xiaogang, staring after him, white‑knuckled and silent beside his crumbling wall.
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