Under the guidance of Shen Lang, Le Qianyao, Le Qianxue and Yali walked quickly in the training camp.
People are coming and going in the training camp, everyone is busy improving their strength, and the air is filled with a tense and fighting spirit.
They walked between the numerous buildings and soon arrived at the accommodation area.
What appeared before my eyes was a simple dormitory with rows of bunk beds, which looked a bit crowded.
Roughly speaking, such a dormitory can accommodate about ten people.
At this time, most of the beds were occupied, with only a few vacant beds left, waiting for the arrival of new members.
"This is the boys' dormitory. You can rest here for a while. Someone will bring the quilt over later." Shen Lang said to Le Qianyao, then turned to Le Qianxue, "The girls' dormitory is not here. Please follow me."
"Yeah, okay." Le Qianxue responded and left with Shen Lang.
Le Qianyao walked into the dormitory. The room was a bit stuffy and there was a faint smell of sweat.
He walked to an empty bed, sat down gently and took a rest.
Not long after, a staff member came in with a quilt and handed it to Le Qianyao.
Le Qianyao took the quilt and spread it out skillfully.
Then he sat cross-legged on the bed, adjusted his breathing, and entered a meditative state.
After an unknown amount of time, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open and a group of people walked in.
They were all sweating profusely, with sweat soaking their clothes and dripping down their cheeks. It was obvious that they had just experienced a high-intensity training and looked exhausted.
When these people saw Le Qianyao, they just glanced at him casually without showing any surprise. They then returned to their beds and began to rest.
Some people collapsed directly on the bed, gasping for breath, while others sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing their sore muscles.
At this time, a boy of about eleven or twelve years old walked out of the crowd.
He was a relatively sturdy man, with a clever look in his eyes, and the training clothes he wore bore some marks of training.
He walked up to Le Qianyao with a friendly smile on his face and said, "Hello! My name is Chu Mingyu, and I'm the head of this dormitory. You're new here, right?"
"Hello, my name is Le Qianyao." Le Qianyao raised his head and nodded, his eyes showing calmness and composure.
"How old are you? You come to the training camp at such a young age!" Chu Mingyu asked curiously. As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.
"Eight years old." Le Qianyao answered briefly.
"Eight years old!" Chu Mingyu's face showed obvious surprise when he heard Le Qianyao's answer.
He knew in his heart that this was the Youth Talent Camp within the Temple Training Camp, and not everyone could enter.
There are strict requirements for entering here. One must have a soul power of at least level 20 before the age of thirteen to be eligible to enter this training camp.
This means that Le Qianyao, who is only eight years old, has already reached the soul power of at least level 20. How can this not be shocking?
"You're awesome, little brother Qianyao! If you encounter any trouble in the future, just tell me and I'll definitely help you if I can." Chu Mingyu patted Le Qianyao on the shoulder and said generously.
As soon as Chu Mingyu finished speaking, the others in the dormitory looked at him in surprise when they heard that Le Qianyao was eight years old.
The students who were originally resting became interested and gathered around.
"Coming to the training camp at the age of eight is so awesome!" exclaimed a chubby boy.
"That's right. I was only at level 21 in soul power when I was twelve, but he was at least level 20 when he was eight. It's incredible!" another tall and thin boy echoed.
Everyone was talking at once, full of curiosity and admiration for Le Qianyao.
However, there were also discordant voices among the crowd.
"Hmph, maybe he got in through the back door. He only has the level, but we don't know how he's doing in actual combat." A gloomy-faced boy muttered.
As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings instantly became quiet, and everyone's eyes shifted back and forth between Le Qianyao and the boy.
Le Qianyao looked calm and did not get angry because of these words.
Chu Mingyu frowned, looked at the boy and said, "Zhao Yu, don't talk nonsense. Who can enter the training camp easily? Brother Qianyao must have real skills."
Zhao Yu disagreed. He took a step forward and looked at Le Qianyao provocatively: "You have the ability? Then do you dare to fight me? Let us see your true ability."
Le Qianyao looked at Zhao Yu and said calmly, "Not interested."
Zhao Yu, however, thought Le Qianyao was afraid and pressed his own limits, "Why, you don't dare? You're just a name in vain."
Chu Mingyu wanted to stop Zhao Yu, but was pushed away by Zhao Yu.
Le Qianyao frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.
"Okay, since you want to compete so much, then let's have a competition. But let's make it clear in advance that we can only compete when we're done."
Le Qianyao stood up, and a faint fluctuation of soul power emanated from his body.
Seeing this, everyone stepped back and made some space.
Zhao Yu was delighted to see Le Qianyao agreed. He quickly summoned his martial soul, a black cheetah with a yellow soul ring glowing on its body. His soul power was level 23, which was a good result in the training camp.
"My martial soul is the Gale Cheetah. Today I will let you know that level alone is not enough." Zhao Yu said arrogantly.
Le Qianyao did not summon his martial spirit, but just stood there quietly.
Zhao Yu was angry when he saw Le Qianyao was so arrogant, and controlled the Cheetah Martial Spirit to pounce towards Le Qianyao.
The cheetah was extremely fast and arrived in front of Le Qianyao in an instant, grabbing towards Le Qianyao with its sharp claws.
Just when the claw was about to touch Le Qianyao, Le Qianyao moved.
He flashed and easily avoided Zhao Yu's attack.
Zhao Yu missed the first attack and became angry and embarrassed, so he controlled the cheetah to attack again.
Le Qianyao was calm and composed, and he was able to avoid the situation just right every time.
After a few rounds, Zhao Yu was exhausted and out of breath, but Le Qianyao looked relaxed, as if he was just taking a walk.
Zhao Yu was shocked and angry. He decided to use his soul skills to defeat Le Qianyao in one fell swoop.
"Gas Claw!" Zhao Yu shouted, and a black light flashed on the cheetah's claws, and it grabbed Le Qianyao fiercely.
This claw was faster and more powerful, and the air was torn apart with a hissing sound.
Le Qianyao's eyes flashed, he slightly turned sideways to avoid the cheetah's frontal attack, and at the same time he clenched his right fist, condensed a ball of golden soul power, and hit the cheetah's side.
The golden soul power hit the cheetah, making a muffled sound.
The cheetah was knocked away by this force, and Zhao Yu was also attacked by the backlash of his martial spirit. He took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.
"This...how is this possible!" Zhao Yu's face was full of disbelief. He didn't expect that his full-strength attack would be so easily resolved by Le Qianyao, and he was even injured by the counterattack.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.
They didn't expect that Le Qianyao was not only of a high level, but also had combat abilities far beyond ordinary people.
"Wow! Brother Qianyao is awesome!"
"Yes, he's so strong at the age of eight. He will definitely be a Titled Douluo in the future!"
Everyone was full of praise for Le Qianyao.
Chu Mingyu walked up to Le Qianyao and said with a smile, "Brother Qianyao, I knew you were no ordinary person. Zhao Yu, why don't you come over and apologize?"
Zhao Yu got up from the ground, his face flushed. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Le Qianyao again: "I'm... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked down on you."
Le Qianyao glanced at Zhao Yu and simply reminded him, "Be more careful next time."