Bibi Dong's Intentions

Bibi Dong's Intentions

Almost everyone had been taken by surprise. Lu Yuan had actually claimed the final victory in his match against Qin Tian, leaving many people sighing in disbelief.

The competitive pressure in the Training Camp was already immense. Only ten people could successfully leave the Training Camp, and now Lu Yuan had arrived like a fierce dragon crossing the river. That meant there was one fewer spot for them to compete over.

This did not apply only to the ordinary trainees. Even the four strongest Soul Grand Masters in the Training Camp were deeply wary of Lu Yuan. Unlike the ordinary trainees, they were not competing for the ten spots to leave the Training Camp, but for the top three. Only the top three were qualified to join the Papal Hall.

Originally, it had only been the four of them competing, but the strength Lu Yuan had displayed now undoubtedly placed him among those competing for the spots.

Naturally, Lu Yuan did not care about what they thought. He had come to the Training Camp for only two things: first, to improve himself; second, to take the championship. He had no interest in anything else and could not be bothered to concern himself with it.

Still, it was necessary to flex his muscles once in a while. At the very least, after defeating Qin Tian, no one from Qin Yuan's faction dared come looking for trouble with him again, making things much easier for him.

Whenever he went to the cafeteria now, those people would keep far away from him, looking terrified. It reminded him of his time at Notting College, where the students had been just as afraid of him.

A few more leisurely days passed in the Training Camp. After experiencing its training programs, Lu Yuan had to admit that the Training Camp's training was indeed scientific and highly effective.

Chris also seemed to have picked a fight with him. Whenever Lu Yuan trained, Chris would definitely be present, silently watching with a remarkably varied expression on his face, making Lu Yuan shudder.

Before long, after spending a week in the Training Camp, Lu Yuan faced his third test—the so-called mental test, a test of willpower!

The test of willpower this time was to withstand Chris's pressure for the time it took a stick of incense to burn!

As a high-ranking Soul Sage, Chris's pressure was an extremely difficult trial for Lu Yuan, whose Soul Power Level was only fifteen. Yet such a trial was highly beneficial, since it could test Lu Yuan's limits without causing any damage to his body.

The result of the test left Chris utterly stunned!

Generally speaking, an assault-type soul master who could withstand pressure equivalent to two-thirds of their own level was considered quite good. Being able to withstand pressure equivalent to one's own level meant one was a true genius. Anyone capable of resisting a soul master above their own level was a monster, far beyond the standards by which ordinary people could be judged.

Lu Yuan was only level fifteen, yet he withstood Soul Power equivalent to level thirty-five before reaching his limit—twenty levels above his own. This result shocked Chris on the spot!

Because this not only showed that Lu Yuan's physical condition was exceptionally good, but also that his willpower was extremely resolute. By the end, Lu Yuan had been holding on entirely through sheer will.

Lu Yuan had also gained greatly. Under Chris's pressure, his Soul Power, which had already reached a critical point, broke through once more. Lu Yuan was now a level sixteen soul master, with more than four months remaining before he turned seven.

After all three tests were over, Chris tailored a training regimen specifically for Lu Yuan. Its difficulty and sheer volume left the observing trainees dumbfounded. Even Yan Xiang, a Soul Grandmaster, was astonished.

At the same time, an unknown scene was unfolding within the Papal Hall!

Bibi Dong sat upright upon her throne, a scepter in hand. Graceful and noble, she radiated majesty.

Her willow-leaf brows were long, her crystal-clear skin seemed tender enough to break at a touch, and her jade-like face was as beautiful as a painting. If there was a phrase such as breathtaking beauty, she was its finest embodiment.

Yet within Spirit Hall, this flower-like woman was the most capable Pope in its history!

"Chris, how has he performed?" Bibi Dong asked softly.

Chris knelt on one knee, his once-proud head already lowered. "Reporting to Your Holiness, Lu Yuan is a true genius!" Chris then recounted Lu Yuan's performance in the Training Camp in detail.

"Is that so?" After hearing Chris's report, Bibi Dong spoke softly. "Do you think he can take the final championship?"

"Unless something unexpected happens, he can!" Chris's tone was firm. After conducting the tests, no one understood Lu Yuan's strength better than he did. In a one-on-one fight, no one in the entire Training Camp was Lu Yuan's match, including Lin Feng and the other four Soul Grand Masters!

"This time, I need you to alter the format of the battles."

"Alter the battle format? Please enlighten me, Your Holiness!" Chris was somewhat confused.

"For this Selection Tournament, aside from the preliminary matches, once it reaches the semifinals, change the championship match into a challenge match. As the challenged party, Lu Yuan must fight three people at once!"

"Your Holiness, this is...?" Chris was helplessly unable to grasp Bibi Dong's intentions.

"Only the strongest person is worthy of becoming my disciple," Bibi Dong said indifferently.

Gasp! Chris was startled upon hearing Bibi Dong's words. From Your Holiness's meaning, it seemed she intended to take that boy Lu Yuan as her disciple. This Pride of Heaven Selection Tournament was precisely Lu Yuan's test!

"Yes, Your Holiness!"

"You may go," Bibi Dong said flatly.

"Yes, I take my leave!" Chris walked out of the Papal Hall, still somewhat dazed, shaken by Bibi Dong's words.

Once Chris left, the Papal Hall immediately became empty and silent.

An indescribable look surfaced in Bibi Dong's eyes. "Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan, don't disappoint me!"

Bibi Dong turned her gaze toward Douluo Hall, deep hatred concealed in her eyes. She murmured, "Six-Winged Angel clan, I will definitely destroy you!"

Ever since that incident, she had hated Spirit Hall and the angel clan to the bone. For the rest of her life, she would destroy them without fail!

"The Golden Dragon Spirit, said to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Six-Winged Angel—I want to see its true power!" Bibi Dong's gaze was like a sword, seemingly crossing through space and time as it fixed upon Lu Yuan.

Three Soul Grandmaster-level opponents should be enough to force out his true strength!

Time flowed like water, and three months passed in the blink of an eye!

Over those three months, Lu Yuan's training volume shocked the entire Training Camp. No one knew what had gone wrong with Chris, but he intensified Lu Yuan's training more and more, making it more devilish than the devil himself. Even with Lu Yuan's perseverance, he had nearly failed to endure it. Of course, the rewards he gained after surviving that training were equally substantial.

Over those three months, Lu Yuan underwent a transformation. Although his Soul Power Level remained at sixteen, both his strength and physical condition improved tremendously. He was more than a level stronger than he had been three months ago, and all of it had come from those three months of training.

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