Imprint.
NPC puppet.
Theoretically, an NPC puppet is another virtual human without consciousness, and it's even difficult to distinguish it from a real one after a virtual consciousness is given to it.
It's like a mirror, reflecting you from another World.
A yellow spirit ring lit up.
Under the gaze of Spirit Masters and even Limit Douluo, a figure seemingly composed of light slowly appeared behind An Zhen.
What kind of figure was it? Dark hair was lifted by waves of light, and golden spiritual light shimmered in his eyes, radiating the confidence of one who controls everything, harboring lofty ambitions, in the prime of his youth, an unparalleled genius.
"Teacher!"
Yan Shaozhe, standing on the high platform, couldn't help but exclaim, even though he was usually called an old fox full of bad ideas.
Although he had never seen his teacher in this form, the familiar feeling allowed him to identify him at a glance.
"Martial Uncle?!"
In a corner of the assessment area, the slovenly old man stared blankly at the phantom, the chicken leg in his mouth falling directly to the ground, as if he recalled his youth.
"What an extraordinary young man."
The old man, pushed by Tang Ya, showed a kind and bright smile on his face.
...
The youthful phantom stepped forward, merging into An Zhen's body, and an illusory face was Reflected on the young man's face.
The next moment, it was as if something in the heavens and earth exploded with a boom, as if it had been done thousands of times before, and surging mental force gathered like a tide on the platinum dragon claw holding light.
"Roar!"
The illusory Hell White Tiger let out an angry roar, its eyes full of fury, but its tail couldn't help but shrink back.
Use your Spirit Ability!
The arrogant Dai Huabin had never experienced such unwillingness and humiliation in his life of more than ten years.
Facing the Wu Hun Fusion Skill that his White Tiger family was proud of, the opponent didn't even think of using a Spirit Ability.
However, what made him even angrier was that he actually felt fear and a desire to retreat in his heart.
No, impossible!
"Lost."
Yan Shaozhe said softly.
The huge black and white tiger had lost the aura of the king of beasts; this was not a dying counterattack, but a struggle before death.
The platinum dragon claw made contact with the massive tiger claw.
"Boom!"
It wasn't a shockwave from a clash between strong individuals.
It was a one-sided crushing.
The Hell White Tiger, flying backward, dissipated in the air, and two figures fell heavily to the ground like dead dogs, a large mouthful of fresh blood gushing directly from Zhu Lu's mouth as she fainted.
At the last moment, she voluntarily bore more of the attack.
"Hoo~"
An Zhen took a deep breath.
His king-like posture faded, and a cynical smile appeared on the handsome young man's face.
He had used Descend the World once, borrowing from Elder Mu's NPC puppet.
To be honest, he hadn't learned it.
He needed to deal with his emotional issues later; he had gone a bit overboard for the sake of putting on a show.
"The match is over!"
Du Weilian's eyes gazed at the only standing young man on the field.
Was that last move a self-created Spirit Ability that integrated mental force into a physical attack? Who was that figure?
"Wow!"
A fervent cheer erupted from the stands!
Praise for the victor!
Adoration for the strong!
"I haven haven't lost!"
A discordant roar sounded.
Blood flowed from Dai Huabin's forehead, making him look like a ferocious demon.
Dai Huabin staggered to his feet and roared at Du Weilian, "I can still stand! I still have spirit power! I'm still in the arena!"
"Why did you rule me out?!"
Du Weilian frowned slightly, signaling to a teacher nearby to take Zhu Lu away.
The cheers from the stands also ceased.
Roaring directly at the Director Du, was this person so bold?
"Director Du, this student believes that student Dai's words are very reasonable."
An Zhen suddenly spoke.
"I am committed to ensuring that everyone who fights against me loses without complaint."
Du Weilian glanced at Dai Huabin, who looked as if he would devour him if he didn't agree, and said coldly, "Since it's your wish, then continue."
He doesn't know what's good for him.
"An Zhen!"
The staggering Dai Huabin's arm hung limply, while his other arm barely managed to raise a fist.
"Slap!"
"Slap!"
Two slaps were Dai Huabin's reply.
Symmetrically on both sides.
Dai Huabin indeed still had spirit power, but the mental force raging within his body and soul prevented him from even using Spirit possession.
He was entirely relying on a surge of hatred to support his already very weak body.
Aunt Huo must have been in a lot of pain back then, An Zhen suddenly thought.
A fair hand grabbed Dai Huabin's bleeding arm, pulling him forcefully towards An Zhen, while the other fist struck Dai Huabin's chest hard.
With one punch, he fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
An Zhen dragged Dai Huabin, who was like a dead dog, and threw him out of the arena.
"An Zhen's team wins, with no other challenging teams, they directly advance to the semifinals."
Du Weilian announced the already determined result.
An Zhen watched as the unconscious Dai Huabin was carried away for treatment.
He went to the restroom.
Following Iliex's instructions, he used a towel to absorb the blood on his arm.
A wisp of gray aura, imperceptible to ordinary people, floated out from An Zhen's glabella.
"Alright."
The old voice was somewhat weak, "According to the extraordinary system of Spirits in this World, as long as this is burned with fire, the curse within it will cause his Spirit's origin to continuously dissipate."
"Thank you, Teacher, for your trouble."
"No matter, a light aura is probing over, put the item away."
An Zhen put the towel into the golden bracelet that Ning Tian gave him, a storage spirit tool with a considerable internal space of fifty-two cubic meters.
Ning Tian and Wu Feng each had a silver and bronze one, which were considered couple's items, explained to the two girls as Ning Tian's reward.
An Zhen planned to let Yu Tong handle the last step with the towel.
It's better to personally take revenge.
"An Zhen!"
The scent of a young girl wafted over, and the golden-haired young lady leaned against An Zhen's chest.
Ning Tian blinked, her beautiful azure eyes filled with a young girl's adoration.
"Am I impressive?"
"Truly impressive!"
A four-ring Spirit Ancestor, and a punch that directly disintegrated the Hell White Tiger, truly astonished Ning Tian, a pleasant surprise.
Ning Tian did not ask what enmity or grievance existed between An Zhen and Dai Huabin.
A smart girl knows that even between husband and wife, there should be some private space, let alone their current relationship which hasn't reached that level yet.
For a prodigy like An Zhen, Ning Tian knew how to make the young man like her even more.
"Nine Treasure Pavilion?"
An Zhen said with a smile.
"I know."
Ning Tian shyly turned her face away.
She naturally knew what An Zhen was referring to.
Leaving an imprint on An Zhen's face, the young girl left his warm embrace.
"Wu Feng."
An Zhen looked at the black silk knee-length dress girl beside him.
"Big pervert."
The Red Dragon Girl, with a flushed face, stepped forward and left an imprint on the other side of An Zhen's cheek.
How tsundere.
...
He found Wang Dong and Huo Yutong.
To be safe, he pulled them into the Virtual World.
"Sorry, An Zhen, I misunderstood you before."
Huo Yutong explained to Wang Dong.
The beautiful girl with pink and blue long hair, wearing white socks, gently kicked An Zhen's calf with her foot.
An Zhen understood.
"Brother An Zhen!"
A blue-haired little cutie directly jumped into An Zhen's arms, wrapping her two arms around An Zhen's neck.
Her cherry lips awkwardly pressed against the corner of An Zhen's lips, and after finding the right spot, she held An Zhen's lips.
Lip friendship.
He felt, his heart seemed to feel a little better.
Wang Dong thought this as he watched the embracing and kissing young man and girl.
A moment later.
"Mmm."
The bold girl shyly lowered her head, her small body curled up in An Zhen's arms.
"Little Yu Tong, the rewards in the Virtual World aren't enough, you know ~" An Zhen said with a smile.
"Mmm~" Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but to An Zhen, it was incredibly clear.
"Alright, now let's talk about something else."
An Zhen brought up the matter of the curse.
"Yu Tong, that's how it should be.
That beast completely deserved it!"
Wang Dong said angrily, referring to how he let his subordinates beat the defenseless mother and daughter.
If other people's lives meant nothing to him, then his own life meant nothing either.
Huo Yutong looked at An Zhen.
"Blood vengeance must naturally be exacted!"
An Zhen half-knelt and looked at the loli in front of him, saying, "White Tiger Duke's wife bullied you and your mother, she deserves to die.
Dai Huabin disregarded human life, letting his subordinates beat Aunt Huo into unconsciousness, he deserves to die.
Those guards, in order to please their master, beat you, so they naturally have to pay the price for doing such things to please their master."
"We don't implicate innocent people, we just make sure bad people get punished and take revenge."
"Yu Tong, you have a bright future, and Aunt Huo's Spirit in heaven surely wants you to be happier and more joyful.
We will avenge, but don't let the past become a lifelong shadow.
Step out of the past, I will accompany you into the future."
"Brother An Zhen..."
The teary-eyed girl looked at An Zhen in front of her.
"And me, and me!"
Wang Dong'er stepped forward and pulled Huo Yutong's arm, "I will also always be with Yu Tong."
"Brother An Zhen, Wang Dong, thank you."
Huo Yutong reached out and hugged the two, and the three embraced.
...
Reality.
Iliex confirmed that no strong individuals were watching, so An Zhen used his Fire Dragon Spirit to condense a ball of flame.
Huo Yutong held the towel and threw it onto the flame, her bright eyes staring blankly as the towel was completely incinerated into ash.
"Alright."
An Zhen stood up, "Yu Tong, now that guy is just a small pebble kicked aside by you.
Turn this page on him, and then watch his clown-like future."
"Mmm."
The girl nodded heavily, as if a heavy burden in her heart had been partially lifted, and a genuine smile appeared on her adorable face.
Mom, do you see? Yu Tong has met a very good person.
"Hoo~"
Watching the happy girl, An Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.
The hatred in her heart had added a lot of pressure to Yu Tong, even some extreme negative emotions buried deep within.
He would handle the revenge; his Yu Tong only needed to be happy.
Huo Yutong and Wang Dong still had matches today.
An Zhen went to Nine Treasure Pavilion, skillfully greeted the reception big sister, and then headed to the top floor.
As soon as he entered the young girl's boudoir, the sound of splashing water entered his ears.
"Wind Sister's feet are so elastic, no wonder An Zhen likes them so much."
"Mmm, Young Master..."
"Wind Sister is soft when hugged."
"Wind Sister's thighs are plump, no wonder An Zhen often uses them as a pillow."
An Zhen needed to replenish his emotions.