Winning the Championship

Winning the Championship

Vast Sea Cosmos, the trump card of the Vast Sea Spear Art, possessed tremendous power.

With the enhancement of the Golden Dragon Fist, the power of this move had surpassed the greatest offensive force Lu Yuan had ever unleashed.

"Thunder Elephant Bodyguard!"

"Nether Leopard Barrage!"

"Violet Vine Shield!"

Facing Lu Yuan's ferocious spear thrust, the three of them each unleashed their strongest move.

Blue, green, and purple Soul Power layered together, merging into a massive protective barrier. Three-colored light flowed across its surface, making it seem impregnable.

The Qingqi Sutra within Lu Yuan's body circulated madly as golden Soul Power poured into the spear. The Imperial Dragon World-Shocking Spear radiated a dazzling golden glow, and the golden dragon upon it seemed to come alive. An enormous dragon head formed at the spear tip and smashed viciously toward the three-colored barrier.

"Bang!" The golden dragon head crashed fiercely into the barrier, sending rings of energy ripples spreading out as the barrier began to tremble violently.

"Hold it!" Yan Xiang gritted his teeth, Soul Power surging wildly from within him.

Seeing this, Lin Feng poured out his azure Soul Power in an unending torrent.

A sharp light flashed through Feng Yuyan's eyes. Her pearly teeth bit tightly into her lower lip as purple Soul Power continued to surge forth.

"Break for me!" A trace of madness appeared in Lu Yuan's eyes. All the Soul Power in his body poured out without restraint, and his strength of over five thousand jin erupted in full. The spear smashed viciously against the barrier.

"Crack!" Cracks appeared across the barrier, sounding like the soul-chilling death knell of demons in Yan Xiang and the others' ears.

More and more cracks spread. Golden light tore through the three-colored curtain like a tidal wave, and at last, with a bang, the entire barrier exploded.

Carrying the remaining force, the spear struck the three of them. The immense power sent their bodies flying through the air, blood spilling continuously from their mouths.

Lu Yuan drifted down to the ground, his handsome little face deathly pale. That attack had nearly drained all his Soul Power, but the outcome was good.

Looking at the three unconscious people on the arena, a smile could not help appearing at the corner of Lu Yuan's lips. Defeating three Soul Grand Masters across ranks—and talented Soul Grand Masters at that—was a feat no ordinary person could accomplish.

"Go check on them." Chris patted Har on the shoulder and had him inspect the other three's injuries. They were rare talents too, and it would not do for them to be lost here.

Har felt around their bodies, then nodded to Chris, indicating that their lives were not in danger.

Chris breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Lu Yuan, who still stood tall on the arena, he could not help feeling a trace of admiration. As expected of a disciple personally chosen by Her Holiness the Pope. He truly was extraordinary.

"Ahem!" Chris walked onto the arena and announced loudly, "Students, after an intense battle, our champion has emerged. It is Lu Yuan! Let us cheer for him!"

The students below froze for a moment, then broke into applause.

The other students who had entered the top ten felt nothing but deep respect for Lu Yuan's victory. Facing three opponents alone and defeating three Soul Grand Masters across ranks, a heaven-sent talent like him fully deserved the championship.

Even they had no choice but to acknowledge it.

Meanwhile, the other six- and seven-year-old students regarded Lu Yuan as a role model. They hoped that, in the selection tournament three years from now, they too could be as outstanding as Lu Yuan. Unconsciously, each of them set a goal in their hearts.

Chris raised Lu Yuan's arm high. This moment was his glory.

Looking at the admiring, smiling faces below the arena, a sense of satisfaction rose in Lu Yuan's heart. This feeling isn't bad!

"Vast Sea Cosmos!" An image appeared before Bibi Dong in Papal Hall, showing the scene of Lu Yuan's duel.

Although technology was underdeveloped on Douluo Continent, there was a type of Soul Beast known as the Mirror Image Beast. Its skull bone could be used to create tools that preserved images.

Bibi Dong held a scepter in her hand, her beautiful eyes gleaming brightly.

A smile appeared on her exquisite face.

"Teacher, what is this?" A girl of eleven or twelve beside Bibi Dong asked.

Bibi Dong looked at the girl beside her, a trace of gentleness appearing in her gaze. Her crimson lips parted slightly. "This is footage of the finals of the selection tournament at Heaven's Pride Training Camp. You watched it too. What do you think?"

The girl nodded lightly, her voice crisp and pleasant. "The students in this year's Training Camp are all of high quality. Three of them are Soul Grand Masters, and that child seems rather formidable!" As she spoke, she pointed at Lu Yuan.

Bibi Dong nodded. "That child is named Lu Yuan. He is six years old this year, the possessor of the Golden Dragon Spirit, and this year's champion."

"What an impressive child. He actually defeated three Soul Grand Masters by himself!" the girl praised. Though she could also defeat three Soul Grand Masters, she was already level twenty-nine and twelve years old. That child was only six, yet he could defeat three Soul Grand Masters across ranks. Such talent was somewhat terrifying.

"Nana, I intend to accept him as my second disciple. What do you think?" Bibi Dong asked softly.

This girl was none other than Hu Liena of the Golden Generation, and Bibi Dong's first disciple.

"Teacher, you may decide. I agree with you." Judging by the talent Lu Yuan had displayed, he was indeed worthy of becoming Bibi Dong's disciple.

"Hehe, good." Bibi Dong tightened her grip on the scepter, her beautiful eyes still fixed on the image.

Lu Yuan had become famous recently—extremely famous!

He finally understood what it meant to be a celebrity.

Three days had passed since the championship match, and during those three days, he had practically enjoyed the treatment reserved for nobility.

Someone served him food at the cafeteria, and someone specially prepared hot water when he returned to his dormitory. Lu Yuan had become a legend within the Training Camp.

The many six- and seven-year-old students at the Training Camp all regarded Lu Yuan as their idol. They eagerly rushed to do errands for him, and his popularity in the Training Camp had soared to extraordinary heights.

Since the Training Camp's establishment, Lu Yuan was the earliest graduate, the youngest champion, and the first to defeat three Soul Grand Masters head-on across ranks. He had truly set a record.

For a time, Lu Yuan was unmatched in prominence. Though he was not someone who liked showing off, having so many young admirers still made him feel rather pleased.

Over the past three days, Lu Yuan continued cultivating his Soul Power and training his body as usual. He did not slack off just because he had won the championship. This made Chris, who had been observing him in secret, nod approvingly. This was the mindset a strong person should possess: neither arrogant in victory nor discouraged in defeat. Arrogance and complacency were one's greatest enemies.

What pleased Chris was that Lu Yuan was indeed somewhat proud, but not conceited. It was perfectly normal for a young person with strength and talent to be a little proud, since he had the ability to back it up. Lu Yuan was undoubtedly the model of someone who possessed both strength and talent.