Little Rascal, Complete Victory (Fifth Update)
It was so embarrassing that Zheng Tianlin had to limp away, looking like he was riding a pig.
"Hahahaha..."
The others, realizing what was happening, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Zheng Tianlin turned around and glared at him, his face dark and extremely embarrassed.
Because the steps were a bit too big, and the tearing pain caused by them made him scream repeatedly.
"Little Rascal, if I make you angry in the future, will you use this trick to get back at me?"
Seeing Zheng Tianlin being teased so badly by Long Yuan, Mu Xi blushed slightly and looked at Long Yuan.
How embarrassing would it be if this guy did the same to her?
"Hehe, guess!"
Long Yuan grinned mischievously and said, "Who knows?"
"Little Rascal, you're so mean! How dare you tease me like this? I... I'm not talking to you anymore!"
Mu Xi gave a coquettish laugh, pretending to be angry, and turned away.
At this point, staff members began announcing the competition rules and other important information.
Next, the participating team members were invited to take their places.
Inside the stadium, Hundred Refinements platforms have been erected, and they are all state-of-the-art forging platforms.
"Attention, Youth Group participants! Your goal is to complete the Hundred Refinements Purification. Failure to do so will result in immediate elimination. Those who complete it will be selected as the best to advance to the next round!"
"The match begins!"
After the team members took their positions, the host announced the start of the competition.
As soon as the host finished speaking, the young blacksmiths participating in the Youth Group took out their Forging Hammer and began forging.
In order to save time, Long Yuan directly used the Thousand-Tempered Silver Hammer.
The left hand gently tapped the Blue Womb Copper with a hammer, producing three crisp ringing sounds.
The next instant, he swung his right hammer and smashed it down.
"Bang!"
A loud bang echoed through the stadium; he was the first to make a move, drawing everyone's attention.
The blacksmith luminaries who were watching the ceremony couldn't help but frown.
"Kids are kids. Don't they understand that Blue Womb Copper forging requires sufficient observation? They're just too impulsive. I wonder which family taught them this!"
An elderly man with a full head of white hair frowned and said, a hint of displeasure appearing on his face.
This is the most basic knowledge, yet Long Yuan doesn't know it.
His teacher is simply misleading his students.
"Yes, judging from the sound, he's quite strong, but he's also too reckless. However, it's understandable given his young age!"
"No, it's not a problem of his young age. The main reason is his teacher."
This is basic common sense, and he doesn't even know it!
The bigwigs in the blacksmithing world were buzzing with discussion.
Long Yuan didn't care about any of this; he had just felt the gazes of the big shots looking at him.
Many people who were about to start forging were forced to stop because of Long Yuan's influence; his forging was so disruptive that it would throw them off their rhythm.
Bang bang bang bang!
Long Yuan's tapping was rapid and rhythmic.
A short while later, Long Yuan put away the Forging Hammer, raised his hand, and indicated that it was over.
The staff in charge of invigilating the exam rushed over.
"You're done?"
The staff member took the number plate from Long Yuan's hand, looked at the Blue Womb Copper that had shrunk considerably on the forging table, and had an incredulous expression on his face.
"Okay, it's done. May I leave now?"
Long Yuan nodded; he had to rush off to participate in the Soul Master Competition.
"If you've finished, that's fine. But are you sure you've completed the 100-stage purification? If you haven't succeeded, you'll be eliminated!"
The staff kindly offered this reminder!
"I'm sure I've finished!"
Long Yuan said firmly that he really needed to hurry.
With his current skill level, refining and purifying it Hundred Refinements is very easy for him.
After saying that, he walked away.
The staff stood there, watching his hurried departure, their shock evident in their expressions.
"Have someone bring over the forging results of that contestant. If this isn't just a publicity stunt, he's probably a genius!"
On the viewing platform, the silver-haired elder who spoke first spoke in a deep voice.
At first, he doubted Long Yuan's recklessness.
But as a Saint Craftsman, he had just heard Long Yuan's forging sounds with his own ears.
The rhythm is good; he doesn't seem like a reckless person.
"This..."
Before long, the much smaller piece of Blue Womb Copper forged by Long Yuan was placed on the highest viewing platform and presented to the bigwigs of the forging world.
The silver-haired old man glanced at it and exclaimed in surprise.
You don't need to look closely to see that this piece of Blue Womb Copper Hundred Refinements been successfully refined, and its volume is much smaller than that of a normal Hundred Refinements.
The old man reached out and felt the texture; his eyes lit up.
"A top-grade Hundred Refinements item! This is a top-grade Hundred Refinements item! Go ask which association sent that child?"
Long Yuan had already appeared at Tianhai Stadium, and his match was in the third round.
At this moment, the game was in full swing on the field.
It's a one-on-one competition now, with adjacent arenas where various Martial Soul and Soul Skill are unleashed, dazzling the spectators.
Soon, the second round ended, and it was time for the third round contestants to enter.
Long Yuan glanced at his number and, after confirming his game, quickly entered the venue.
The arena is circular, surrounded by a dedicated soul-guided defensive shield to prevent the power of Soul Skill from leaking out and harming innocent people.
When he stepped onto the field, his opponent appeared; he was a small, thin boy.
There was a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
"The rules of the game are simple: use your attack methods as much as you want without worry. I will intervene when appropriate to ensure your safety."
Once one side concedes defeat or becomes incapacitated, the fighting ceases and preparations begin!
There are referees on every competition stage.
As soon as the referee finished speaking, both sides simultaneously released their Martial Soul and Soul Ring.
When Long Yuan's Yellow Dragon Martial Soul appeared, it attracted a lot of attention.
Such a majestic and powerful Dragon Kind Martial Soul is rarely seen, and everyone is looking forward to its performance.
When two Purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, many people on the viewing platform were unsettled, and some even stood up.
There are many competition stages here, with dozens of people competing at the same time, but at this moment, most people's attention is focused on Long Yuan.
The first Soul Ring is Thousand-Year Level one, it's hard not to notice it.
Cheers erupted from the stands, and many staff members rushed to calm the crowd and prevent the cheers from getting too loud and affecting the match.
This caused the cheers to subside slightly.
The opponent's Martial Soul was a long staff, with a Black Dragon spiraling upwards on the silver-white staff.
The Coiling Dragon Staff is a very good weapon Martial Soul.
Boom! Upon seeing the Coiling Dragon Staff, Long Yuan's blood and qi erupted, and he charged out fiercely.
When his blood and energy erupted, the Golden Dragon King Bloodline suppression appeared.
The Dragon Might's Might is unleashed, suppressing all hostile dragon-type creatures and amplifying the power of all friendly dragon-type Soul Beast.
The opponent sensed that his Martial Soul was being suppressed, and a look of panic appeared on his face.
"Take this!"
As Long Yuan charged forward, he roared and raised his fist, ready to deliver a powerful punch.
But at that moment, the opponent was so startled that he fell to the ground.
"Stop!"
The referee quickly arrived in front of Long Yuan and stopped him from continuing his attack.
"You lost. Your practical experience is too poor. Go back and practice some more!"
The referee pulled Long Yuan's opponent up from the ground, shook his head, and said.
"My Soul Skill is actually very strong; I haven't even unleashed its full power yet!"
"As soon as you finished speaking, he rushed over in a flash, so fast! He has no sportsmanship!"
He wanted to say something more, but the referee stopped him. They had already lost, so what was the point of saying so much?