Today, Tang Ya, who had no classes, pushed Mu En's wheelchair and came to the assessment area with Bei Bei.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Their relationship with the Tang Sect used to be quite good, but the Tang Sect had declined, and they didn't even have a Spirit King. She was so ordinary that she thought Bei Bei's elders wouldn't like her. Unexpectedly, his Grand Ancestor was so kind and amiable, and he strongly approved of her relationship with Bei Bei.
The mischievous girl immediately changed her address to Grand Ancestor, making the old man smile happily.
"This old man is old, and he just likes the youthful vigor of young people."
"Your voice is so strong, you'll definitely live to be two hundred years old."
"Really? Haha..."
Bei Bei blinked. The words that were on his lips were not spoken. His Grand Ancestor was actually over two hundred years old.
"Roar~"
A sacred dragon's roar echoed. In an instant, even Beast Spirit Spirit Masters in other areas were greatly affected. Some sub-dragon Spirit Masters were even so frightened that they dispelled their Spirit possession state.
Three people in a section of the audience seats watched the young man, who was like a son of light, confident and powerful like a god who controlled everything. His huge platinum dragon claw easily shattered a large wolf formed by flames with a single punch. Platinum particles condensed in front of his mouth, and the huge, majestic Light Holy Dragon head lowered its gaze. The next moment, a torrent of light directly sprayed out, scaring the Spirit Emperor-level female teacher next to him into activating her thousand-year Spirit Ability. Diamond-like crystals enveloped the three terrified people opposite An Zhen.
This was the first time An Zhen displayed his Light Holy Dragon in the assessment.
"He's really amazing."
Tang Ya exclaimed from the bottom of her heart.
"Youth..."
A look of reminiscence flashed in Mu En's cloudy eyes.
The Dragon God Douluo of yesteryear was also so spirited and ambitious.
Looking at An Zhen, Mu En felt as if he was seeing himself when he was young.
The venue was a bit chaotic.
"Silence."
Du Weilian, who was following a refined middle-aged man, shouted, "For all battles involving Beast Spirit Spirit Masters in this venue, those who disagree with the results can sign up for a rematch in the afternoon."
"After the decision of the academy's higher-ups, An Zhen, Wu Feng, and Ning Tian's team will directly advance to the top four. Any student who is unconvinced by this can issue a challenge, but the team must have at least two Spirit Grandmasters above level twenty-five or one Spirit Elder. The winner will directly advance, and the loser will enter the resurrection round. You have one hour to sign up."
This was a temporary decision made by the Martial Soul Department's higher-ups out of necessity.
The Light Holy Dragon, a super existence that ranks extremely high even among true dragons, has a terrifying suppressive force on other Beast Spirits, especially now that An Zhen's strength has improved since he enrolled.
In their opinion, An Zhen's team would definitely win this year's championship, and they had given other students a chance to compete. The restrictive condition was also to prevent some students, who believed they couldn't pass this freshman assessment, from deliberately causing trouble.
"This guy is really showing off."
Wang Dong's eyes showed a look of eagerness.
He couldn't beat this guy before.
But now, she and Yu Tong had a Wu Hun Fusion Skill.
"But we don't meet the standard."
A petite and cute girl spoke.
"Hmph, then we'll fight our way up!" Wang Dong raised her fair fist.
"Hua Bin, should we sign up?" The well-built cat-eared girl looked at the golden-haired man beside her. She knew her fiancé's personality.
"Sign up, why not?"
The arrogant golden-haired man raised his head. He should be the most dazzling one; everything else should be his stepping stone.
Reaching level twenty-five or above at eleven or twelve years old is rare, even in Shrek Academy, where geniuses gather. With the achievement of crushing the Outer Court's twin stars, even Dai Huabin only had the confidence to challenge because he had a Wu Hun Fusion Skill.
...
"Someone actually signed up!"
How boring.
It definitely had nothing to do with buying swimsuits for Ning Tian and Wu Feng and promising him a real-life viewing.
In a secluded corner of the campus, the young man, who was enjoying a knee pillow of black silk and beautiful legs, sat up.
"Who?"
"Dai Huabin."
The golden-haired young lady, whose eyes were filled with affection, gently held An Zhen's lips. A moment later, Wu Feng bit down, and the Red Dragon Girl seemed to quite enjoy this method.
"Let's go."
An Zhen wanted to go out and play since he had no classes today.
...
"Weilun, what do you think?"
Yan Shaozhe, standing on the high platform, suddenly spoke.
"An Zhen's team will win."
"Are you that certain?"
"I can't think of any reason for them to lose."
Pushing up his glasses, Du Weilian expressed his opinion, "The three-ringed Dai Huabin and the two-ringed Zhu Lu, the Hell White Tiger indeed has abilities comparable to the Light Holy Dragon, but the Wu Hun Fusion Skill is temporary. The only possibility lies with Cui Yajie. If her Charm can work."
"But Ning Tian and Wu Feng can completely stifle this possibility, not to mention that the Light Holy Dragon's light attribute inherently has strong resistance against abilities like Charm."
"This is just considering the Light Holy Dragon's situation. The Light Holy Dragon is only a part of An Zhen's abilities."
Du Weilian couldn't help but sigh.
"Indeed."
Yan Shaozhe nodded lightly.
Such terrifying talent.
And he's an orphan.
This is simply a gift from Shrek's ancestors!
...
"I will be the referee for this match."
Du Weilian's figure appeared in the arena. "Don't worry about holding back; go all out. I will control the intensity of the match. Being saved out of the arena counts as a loss."
"Dai Huabin." The golden-haired man's expression was arrogant and cold, and a faint hint of ferocity appeared in his blue eyes.
"I know."
An Zhen nodded lightly, his dark eyes calm as if he were looking at a dead person. "A damned bastard."
One of the culprits responsible for Huo Yutong's mother's death.
And he bullied little Yu Tong.
Dai Huabin froze, a distorted expression instantly covering his face. "You're looking for death!"
Ning Tian looked at An Zhen with some surprise. The usually gentle young man was always peaceful towards his classmates; it was the first time she had seen him show such great hostility towards someone.
Du Weilian was somewhat puzzled, not understanding where An Zhen's sudden hostility came from.
...
Twenty minutes ago.
An Zhen found Huo Yutong and took her to an empty corner of the audience seats.
"Brother An Zhen?"
The black-haired young man reached out and held Huo Yutong's hand. "Yu Tong, tell brother, is he your enemy?"
An Zhen pointed his finger at the golden-haired, blue-eyed, cold-faced young man in a section of the assessment area.
"!"
His Spirit Eyes and Purple Demon Eye allowed Huo Yutong to clearly see the person's appearance.
The next moment, the girl's delicate body trembled violently, her body shaking uncontrollably, her face pale. Her hands tightly gripped An Zhen's wrist, her white teeth biting her cherry lips tightly. Two streams of clear tears flowed uncontrollably, and her original voice trembled as she said, "It's him! It's him!"
"Mm."
There was a faint smell of blood; that was Yu Tong's blood.
Her soft, sweet cherry lips still had a hint of milk.
The young man, who had carried Huo Yutong behind a wall, kissed the girl's cherry lips.
After a while, An Zhen carefully wiped away the tears on the loli's face.
"Yu Tong, I'm here."
"Tell brother, brother will get revenge for you."
"Wuwuwu..."
The petite and cute girl lay in An Zhen's arms, venting her emotions.
Cry, let it out.
An Zhen hugged the girl in his arms with a pained heart; her pitiful appearance made An Zhen's heart almost break.
"Eight... eight years old that year..."
The loli, with tears constantly flowing, trembled as she recounted her sad past.
Just like in the original novel. (The events weren't changed.)
Eight-year-old Yu Tong went out to hang clothes and was knocked down by one of Dai Huabin's guards.
"Beat her."
Without any reason, Dai Huabin gave the order.
Two guards directly punched and kicked the eight-year-old Huo Yutong fiercely. An eight-year-old girl had no power to resist.
"Mom protected Yu Tong underneath her and begged them, but... but they beat Mom unconscious."
"Wuwuwu..."
"Mom was unconscious for many days..."
She was really scared at that time, scared that her only relative would leave her like that.
A frail woman, already suffering from chronic illness due to overwork, suffered such a severe injury. Two years later, she fell ill and never recovered, leaving Huo Yutong forever.
"Yu... Yu Tong didn't do anything wrong, why... why did they do that!"
For an eight-year-old girl to watch her mother, who was protecting her, be beaten unconscious, it was undoubtedly an indelible psychological trauma for Huo Yutong.
"What... what are you doing here?" Wang Dong, who was looking for Huo Yutong, found this place by Xiao Xiao's directions, and then she saw Yu Tong crying hysterically in An Zhen's arms.
"An Zhen!"
Wang Dong put her hands on her hips. "Did you bully Yu Tong?!"
"No... no, Brother An Zhen didn't."
The loli, with tears in her eyes, quickly said.
"I'll go help Yu Tong collect some interest."
Handing the little cutie to Wang Dong, An Zhen strode out. This was the first time he was so eager to hit someone!
...
"Teacher, do you have a way to slowly cripple a person's power?" An Zhen asked in his mind. As the Necromancer Saint Sorcerer, Iliex should have this kind of knowledge.
"I thought you would just kill him directly."
An Zhen had allowed Iliex in his spiritual sea to hear Huo Yutong's narration earlier.
Iliex had zero tolerance for a beast like Dai Huabin.
"To make an arrogant genius watch someone he used to look down on surpass him, and to watch himself slowly become a cripple, that is the greatest torment."
"Not bad, you have a bit of this old man's demeanor from back then. Get some of his blood or body tissue, even a drop will do, but of course, the more, the faster it will take effect."
Blood.
It's normal to bleed a little in a fight.
"Battle start!"
"Roar!"
A tiger's roar sounded. The golden-haired man's school uniform was torn by his bulging muscles, and his whole demeanor became more frenzied. His body crouched low, like a fierce tiger preparing to hunt.
"Roar!"
A high and sacred dragon's roar sounded, but this time the sound had a hint of tyranny, like a monarch venting his anger.
"Imprint."
Dragon God Douluo Mu En.
State: Level 42 Spirit Ancestor.
After yellow, yellow, purple, in the shocked gazes of all the students, a deep black spirit ring, like a bottomless abyss, appeared by An Zhen's hand.