Tang Wulin knew the battle was hopeless, but he did not cower and surrender. Even in defeat he would stand with his back straight and head held high. It wasn’t just his own pride that he had to protect. He stood there on the stage as the champion of the entire first grade.
Defeat was acceptable, but surrender was not!
All of the first grade students got to their feet, standing straight and watching the finale with clenched fists. At that moment, all of their hearts were united as they desperately hoped Tang Wulin would create a miracle.
That’s our Class President!
Wu Siduo clenched her fists tighter than anyone else, her knuckles strained white. She yearned to be up on that stage with them! Maybe, just maybe... if I were up there too, maybe we could have won this match! You’re not allowed to lose, Tang Wulin!
Up on the platform, Elder Cai nodded slightly. “Even in defeat, there is honor. He’s living up to the legacies of Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect.”
Feng Wuyu snorted, but didn’t say a word.
Zhuo Shi furrowed his brow. His granddisciple had already proven himself, but this was Shrek Academy! There had never been a shortage of monsters here. Tang Wulin was not weak. His opponent was too strong!
None of them believed that Tang Wulin and Gu Yue had a shot at winning.
The Holy Spirit Douluo watched the scene unfold with calm eyes. Yuanen Yehui raised a fist and strode across the stage to meet Tang Wulin. Duan Hunxiao took a deep breath and prepared to blow on his flute. A faint smile tugged at the corner of the Douluo’s mouth as her gaze moved to Tang Wulin.
But an instant later, shock replaced the calm!
Gu Yue snapped out of her daze and stopped staring at Tang Wulin’s back. She took a step forward and hugged him from behind.
W-what is she doing? Even if you like him, do you really have to do that during a battle? And you two are so young too! What on earth is she doing? No one could comprehend what they were seeing.
Yuanen Yehui and Duan Hunxiao were dumbstruck. The Lover’s Bridge that connected Bai Hanying and Yuanen Yehui wavered. The teachers on the platform had blank looks on their faces.
The lifeless dragon roar coming from Tang Wulin’s body suddenly grew stronger. His blood essence surged with power. Strands of red, blue, yellow, green, gold, silver, and black rose from Gu Yue’s body, intertwining to become one before merging into Tang Wulin’s body. The seven colors spread across his golden scales, painting them with their hues, and the regal majesty of his aura grew even further.
Tang Wulin couldn’t understand what was happening. All he knew was that his body was now bursting with power. The unprecedented level of power thrashing within him made his entire body tremble. His seven-colored scales grew thicker, turning transparent as they spread to cover the rest of his body. He was soon clad in an armor of shining translucent scales. The dragon within him roared, looking upon the whole world with disdain.
Up on the platform, Scarlet Dragon Douluo Zhuo Shi and Blazing Dragon Douluo Feng Wuyu groaned. Their faces contorted with horror, clearly feeling their martial souls being suppressed. If their cultivation levels weren’t so much higher than Tang Wulin’s, they would have already been prostrating themselves before him.
What’s going on?
Tang Wulin floated a few meters into the air. His dragon claw now gleamed with seven resplendent colors. Clenching it into a fist.
Duan Hunxiao reacted quickly to the change. His fourth soul ring lit up and he blew an ear-piercing note, creating a sound wave so powerful that it may as well have been tangible. The wave rolled toward Tang Wulin, threatening to swallow him whole, but when it was only five meters away from him, the space around him warped and the sound wave disappeared. The flute went silent.
Then Tang Wulin turned to Yuanen Yehui, instantly crossed the distance between them, and punched.
Only then did Yuanen Yehui recover from her shock. She let out a battle cry and threw both her fists forward to meet Tang Wulin’s attack, drawing out every last drop of strength from her body. However, inches before Yuanen Yehui’s fists met Tang Wulin’s, the space around her distorted. She felt as if she were trying to move through a quagmire. No matter how much strength she exerted, her body refused to move forward.
A seven-colored light engulfed the entire battlefield in an instant. The colors mingled together, swirling back and forth until all the spectating students could see encompassing the stage was pitch-black darkness. The battlefield was completely devoid of light.
What’s happening? No one understood what they were seeing.
Then, in the next moment, light appeared to illuminate the darkness. This light was a familiar white. It retrieved Yuanen Yehui, Bai Hanying, and Duan Hunxiao from the darkness, moving them from the stage. Then it transformed into a net and covered all of the students the Holy Spirit Douluo had extracted from the battle. Once it did, the darkness began to fade away, revealing the transformed Tang Wulin floating in the air. He slowly descended, coming to a gentle landing on the stage. Gu Yue then separated from his body. The instant she did, the blossom of seven lights vanished into nothingness. The two of them stood there with their eyes closed, completely and utterly motionless.
W-what just happened? Just what is going on? What was that seven-colored light? And those multi-colored scales? Everyone stared at Tang Wulin and Gu Yue with dumbfounded looks on their faces. Even the elders watching from their platform were at a loss. What was that?
“They’ve lost consciousness.” The Holy Spirit Douluo was the first to speak. “Both sides have been defeated, but since I had to save the remaining second grade students at the end, victory goes to the first grade!”
Although both Tang Wulin and Gu Yue lost consciousness, they remained standing. Both were leaning into each other, neither one allowing the other to fall.
The students of the first grade did not cheer. Passionate tears flowed from their eyes instead. At that moment, all of them recognized Tang Wulin as their rightful class president, and Gu Yue as their vice-president.
Then realization dawned on them.
Glory went to the first grade. They had won.
We’re students of the first grade! They all shouted within their hearts, fire blazing in their eyes.
Yuanen Yehui’s mask of calm finally cracked. She clenched her fist and stared at the two people nestled against each other on the stage.
Up on the platform, Elder Cai stared at the duo in astonishment. “It’s a soul fusion skill.”
That was the only explanation she could come up with. There was no other way to explain the transformation that occurred when Gu Yue hugged Tang Wulin.
Zhuo Shi wore a pensive expression. “That punch… it created a vacuum.”
Instead of immediately refuting what Zhuo Shi said, Feng Wuyu nodded in agreement. “Yes. It was a vacuum. All seven elements were stripped away, leaving only a space that needed to be filled. No energy remained, no fire, water, earth, wind, light, darkness, or even spatial energy. Wulin’s punch created a vacuum devoid of the seven elements. I never would have thought they would be able to use a soul fusion skill like that with two unrelated martial souls. I’ll call that move the Dragon King Vacuum Punch.”
Are their martial souls really unrelated? Zhuo Shi stared at the two students on stage, his eyes narrowing to slits. Zhuo Shi had taught Tang Wulin the basis of Golden Dragon Shocks the Heavens, so he understood it best. If that’s truly the case, why did I feel his blood essence explode with strength when they transformed? Has his bloodline sublimated? No, that can’t be. Even if he used a soul fusion skill, there’s no way that could have happened.
When they went to move Tang Wulin and Gu Yue from the stage, they were surprised to find her latched onto him like a clamp. It was impossible to remove her from him.Previous Chapter Next Chapter