Chapter 882: This is my husband! ...

Chen Huaian flicked his finger.

when--!

The fighting spirit of Tang Ershou's 'Haotian Staff' shattered instantly.

Tang Er seemed to have been stripped of his clothes, and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground.

"You lost."

Li Qingran looked down at Tang Er with a hint of pride in her eyes, her chin slightly raised, like a victorious peacock.

This pride wasn't because of herself, but because of the man who protected her in his arms.

Just like I said—look! This is my 놅靠껚!

"I...cough cough..." Tang Er clutched his chest, coughing violently, "I lost..."

He raised his head, looking at the still nonchalant white-clad swordsman with a complicated expression, then glanced at Li Qingran.

That's unbelievable.

He originally thought that with his own mother, the Grass Emperor, in one hand and the Haotian Staff in the other, he was already a rare genius and anomaly.

As it turns out, Li Qingran actually possesses such a bizarre fighting spirit.

"What... kind of fighting spirit is this?"

Tang Er's voice was hoarse, filled with deep resentment and doubt.

"A humanoid fighting spirit? Unheard of. You must be a twin fighting spirit, right?"

If it's a battle between twin souls, then his loss is not unjust.

After all, the white-robed swordsman's fighting spirit was too outrageous. The fact that he didn't have a single boundary ring meant that he didn't have any fighting skills. He relied solely on the strength of his fighting spirit to not only withstand his ninety-one strikes of the magic cloak staff technique, but also to instantly defeat his accumulated momentum with the last finger... If this white-robed swordsman had a boundary ring fighting skill, how strong would he be?

I didn't dare to think about it at all.

Now that she had already exposed her master, Li Qingran's eyes darted around, and that mischievous and clever spirit returned.

She boldly pressed her face against Chen Huai'an's semi-transparent chest, even deliberately rubbing against it, her clear voice carrying throughout the entire venue:

"This fighting spirit..."

She drew out the 깊 sound, her eyebrows curved, and she smiled like a fox.

"...He's my husband~"

boom--!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"What?!"

"Husband...husband?!"

"Did I hear that right? Goddess Li Qingran actually has a husband?! And her husband has even become her fighting spirit?!"

Countless male fans were heartbroken.

Tang Er was completely dumbfounded.

His demonic eyes were practically bulging out, and his mouth was agape enough to fit two eggs.

"The spirit of...the deceased husband?"

After a brief moment of shock and disbelief, his girlfriend involuntarily came to mind.

He turned around and looked at the girl in the corner of the arena who was staring at him expectantly.

Although the circumstances were not quite the same, for some reason, he felt a sense of sympathy for Li Qingran.

They're all people with tragic fates.

Li Qingran's husband became a fighting spirit.

His girlfriend's identity absolutely could not be revealed, otherwise he would be relentlessly hunted down by the Soul Fighting Hall...

He stood at attention, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and said solemnly, "I see... I was being presumptuous."

"This match was fantastic, and I accept my defeat wholeheartedly!"

How can I not accept it?

Even in death, this white-clad swordsman will become a fighting spirit to protect Li Qingran.

How could they not be fierce?

It is estimated that he was a legendary fighter during his lifetime.

With only his own mother and a stick for firewood, what could he possibly use to compete with someone else's "deceased husband"?

It's perfectly normal to be unable to win.

Losing to such a big shot is no injustice!

After saying that, Tang Er, along with the equally bewildered Slime team members, left the stage dejectedly.

"The champion of this Continental Elite Fighter Tournament is—"

"The number one team of the Soul Hall!"

As the referee announced the news in a loud voice, the whole stadium cheered.

Li Qingran, nestled in Chen Huai'an's arms, smiled, blinked her big eyes, and whispered sweetly:

"Thank you so much for your help, Master. If it weren't for you, I would have been in real trouble!"

Chen Huai'an remained silent.

He could only shake his head helplessly, his eyes filled with a hint of doting affection.

This girl deliberately revealed his identity.

I wonder what kind of trouble this will cause...

He is currently not quite clear about his own situation.

But if anyone tries to harm Li Qingran, he will show them what the deepest hell is like.

"All contestants, please proceed to the rest area at the back. Pope Pius Aguilera will personally present the award to the champion shortly!"

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Rest area, corner.

Amidst the astonished, curious, and even somewhat horrified gazes of her team members, Li Qingran confidently led Chen Huai'an towards them.

"Qing...cough cough, Sister Li..."

Xie Yue swallowed hard, her eyes scanning Chen Huai'an up and down, before stammering, "..."

"This...this is really your...husband?"

"Is it even possible that it's fake?"

Li Qingran wrapped her arms around Chen Huai'an's waist, a gesture so practiced it was heartbreaking.

"hiss……"

Xie Yue gasped.

He looked at Chen Huai'an.

It has to be admitted that although he is a "fighting spirit", this man is incredibly handsome in real life.

Dressed in white, with a full head of white hair, standing there gave people a sense of aloofness and majesty, like a deity descending.

Compared to such "gods," my own mere mortal handsomeness is nothing but a clay chicken or a clay dog.

Xie Yue felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

But he's someone who can take things in stride.

Although her husband "died," he was transformed into a fighting spirit.

This is equivalent to being with you 24/7, without any blind spots.

With the two of them united in heart and mind, how could anyone else possibly interfere?

He cupped his hands in a respectful bow to Chen Huai'an.

"I've met...my brother-in-law."

Chen Huai'an couldn't speak, but he could nod slightly as a return gesture.

Wow! So handsome!

The other two female team members had long been unable to contain themselves.

Their eyes sparkled as they crowded around, as if they were looking at some rare treasure.

"A humanoid fighting spirit? That's so cool, I've never seen anything like it before!"

"She looks so aloof! I didn't know Qingran ate so well? No wonder no one can see her..."

One of the female team members, named Hu Nana, with her pretty eyes and delicate features, even boldly reached out to poke Chen Huai'an's chest muscles.

Snap!

Before she could even touch Chen Huai'an.

Li Qingran was like a protective tigress, slapping away Hu Nana's hand.

Fox Nana withdrew her hand, chuckling awkwardly, "Hehe, Captain, your husband isn't a real husband, he's a fighting spirit..."

What's wrong with letting us touch it?

I just want to know what the feel of Fighting Spirit is like...

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

Li Qingran angrily pulled Chen Huai'an behind her, glaring at him:

"This is my house! No one is allowed to touch it!"

"You little devil~" Fox Nana stuck out her tongue and ran away laughing.

Li Qingran snorted and pulled Chen Huai'an straight to the innermost corner of the rest area.

Swipe—

She pulled up the heavy velvet curtain.

In the narrow space, the light dimmed instantly.

The hustle and bustle outside was shut out, leaving only the two of them breathing.

The two locked eyes.

Li Qingran looked at the familiar yet somewhat transparent face in front of her.

Just now, all the pride and quirkiness on the stage vanished in an instant.

She thought back to that moment when her heart skipped a beat.

I feel that kind of despair, as if the whole world has collapsed.

Her eyes instantly turned red.

"Master..."

She reached out, her fingertips trembling, wanting to touch his cheek, yet afraid to let her touch him again.

She had so many questions she wanted to ask.

How did Master return?

Why did it turn out like this?

Will Master... leave again?

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