In a Fit of Rage, He Got Angry

"So annoying!"

Gu Yue fled across the arena in a sorry state. Once Lin Xuan closed in on her, he gave her no chance to unleash many elemental attacks.

Gu Yue could only keep teleporting in an attempt to widen the distance between them.

But Lin Xuan was too fast. A distance of several meters could be crossed in an instant, and the two began a chase, one pursuing while the other fled.

A flash of silver light appeared on the stage, and Gu Yue's figure emerged. What greeted her was Lin Xuan's fist, but this time, she did not dodge.

Gu Yue stared in shock at Tang Wulin ahead, who was giving off the aura of the Golden Dragon King bloodline. For a moment, she stood frozen, failing to dodge Lin Xuan's attack in time.

How was that possible? Hadn't the Golden Dragon King died in the God Realm? Why was his aura still present on Douluo Continent—and on a human, no less?

As the other half of the Dragon God's avatar, Gu Yue was absolutely certain that this was the Golden Dragon King's aura. It was not Bloodline Ancestral Return.

Could it be that this was what had drawn her here...

While she was spacing out, Lin Xuan was also a little dumbfounded. They had been fighting perfectly well, so why had this young lady suddenly gone blank?

In order to force Gu Yue to keep teleporting and drain her Soul Power, Lin Xuan had put his full strength into this punch.

His Body Tempering Technique had already reached the sixteenth level during this period. Combined with his own strength, this punch carried nearly two thousand kilograms of force.

If it landed on Gu Yue, it might directly knock her back into her original form. Her human body definitely could not withstand it.

Throwing a punch was easy, but pulling one back was hard. Lin Xuan could only do his best. Fortunately, he managed to stop in time, changing his fist into a palm and lightly pressing it against her chest.

A soft sensation traveled through his palm. Lin Xuan unconsciously gave it a squeeze. It felt smooth and supple.

Good. Not flat. It was already taking shape.

Feeling the strange sensation on her chest, Gu Yue snapped back to her senses and saw Lin Xuan's hand gripping her chest.

"Bastard!"

A violent gust of wind erupted around Gu Yue and blasted Lin Xuan backward. She glared at him fiercely, her once lively eyes now filled with fury.

Wind Blade! Ice Hail! Fireball! Radiance!

Elemental attacks flew from Gu Yue's hands at Lin Xuan as though they cost nothing.

"Cough, cough, that was absolutely an accident!"

"Besides, weren't you the one spacing out?"

Lin Xuan coughed awkwardly as he looked at the enraged Gu Yue.

Setting the facts aside, force worked both ways. If she had not stuck her chest out, how could his hand have touched it?

But Gu Yue could not hear anything now. She simply kept throwing fireballs and Wind Blades, becoming a merciless attack machine.

Under Gu Yue's control, elemental attacks filled the sky and surrounded Lin Xuan from every direction, like a raging storm.

"Damn! Is she really a one-ring Soul Master? Fire, wind, light, ice, and even space from before—she controls five elements!"

"Shouldn't the real question be where she got so much Soul Power?"

The spectators beneath the stage watched Gu Yue's storm-like barrage and dropped to their knees in amazement.

Long Hengxu, who had been observing the match the entire time, had already risen to his feet. Looking at the surrounded Lin Xuan, he prepared to intervene at any moment.

"Women really are unreasonable."

Facing Gu Yue's venting assault, Lin Xuan shook his head. With a sweep of the sword in his hand, he slashed out nine streaks of White Sword Qi.

The nine sword qi revolved around Lin Xuan, forming a white shield that blocked every incoming elemental attack.

Countless elemental attacks rained down like a downpour, yet Lin Xuan stood as steady as a mountain beneath the protection of his sword qi.

Enduring the rain-like elemental attacks, Lin Xuan slowly walked toward Gu Yue as leisurely as if he were taking a stroll.

Below the stage, Wu Changkong looked at the nine streaks of sword qi flying around Lin Xuan, and surprise appeared in his eyes.

Lin Xuan had not even released his Martial Soul. This was clearly a Self-Created Soul Skill!

How long had it been? This kid had already carved out a path for himself. And though this Soul Skill did not seem powerful, it was endlessly renewable and possessed a unique profundity.

This was a true genius!

On the stage, Lin Xuan had already rushed in front of Gu Yue. He grabbed her hand, cutting off the spell that was still gathering in her palm.

"Off you go!"

With a casual toss, Lin Xuan threw Gu Yue off the stage despite the unwilling look in her eyes.

At the same time, Tang Wulin's side had also determined a winner.

Zhang Yangzi's domain dissipated. Tang Wulin knelt on one knee, while Wang Jinxi beat the black wings on his back and hovered in midair. The massive Bone Dragon Claw on his right hand hung above Tang Wulin's head.

After suffering a loss once, Wang Jinxi had finally learned his lesson. The two used the advantage of their domain to engage Tang Wulin in guerrilla tactics, eventually exhausting him to defeat him with their superior Soul Power.

"Class One wins!"

Long Hengxu immediately jumped out and announced excitedly.

Several days later.

"Big sis! Isn't apologizing enough? You stare at me like that every day—I'm scared!"

Lin Xuan could not help but plead with both hands toward Gu Yue, who sat behind him.

This girl was like a ghost, hovering behind him every day. She did not say a word, only stared at him relentlessly. The only place she had not followed him was the restroom.

It was simply mental torture!

Fortunately, Gu Yue still had some martial virtue and had not transformed into the Silver Dragon King to ambush him with a brick at night.

"Hmph!"

Gu Yue snorted coldly and turned her head away, finally withdrawing her gaze.

Tang Wulin watched the two with a complicated expression. Ever since the last Class Promotion Tournament, Gu Yue had somehow become distant toward him.

Maybe she blamed me for not stopping Brother Xuan!

Tang Wulin sighed inwardly.

He felt that he had lost a close friend because of this, but fortunately, he still had Brother Xuan.

"Alright! Class!"

Wu Changkong entered, his face as cold as ever.

After the Class Promotion Tournament, the school had still established Zero Class. Lin Xuan had originally strongly recommended Wei Xiaofeng to the school, but unfortunately, he said his family had made arrangements and simply dropped out.

"Today, we'll discuss actual combat! We'll use the Class Promotion Tournament as an example!"

Wu Changkong said as he looked at everyone.

"First, the good points. Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi's tactical coordination was fairly good. They fully utilized their advantages to win the battle."

"But the worst thing you did was your attitude. Every battle should be fought with all your strength, not with you giggling and fooling around."

Then Wu Changkong turned his gaze toward Gu Yue and Lin Xuan.

"You hit me, I hit you. You could have ended it earlier, yet you insisted on fighting turn by turn. Are you two here to fight, or are you here to date?"

Wu Changkong glanced at Lin Xuan. He was talking about this kid.

"Pfft!"

Someone laughed. Lin Xuan and Gu Yue both turned around and glared at Xie Xie.

Xie Xie smiled sheepishly. It had been an instinctive reaction; there was nothing he could do about it.

"Laughing? How do you have the nerve to laugh? Xie Xie, you were the dumbest among them. Arrogant, acting on your own—you didn't miss a single bad habit..."

Wu Changkong scolded him harshly.

Next, Wu Changkong analyzed each of their strengths and weaknesses during the battle one by one before ending the lesson.

"Lin Xuan, come to my office."

Before leaving, Wu Changkong called out to Lin Xuan.

When Lin Xuan arrived at Wu Changkong's office, Wu Changkong had him sit down, then got straight to the point.

"Are you willing to join the Tang Sect?"