"Glory"

"Do you still want to continue?" Long Yao said slowly, pointing his spear at them.

The Ink-Black spear tip did not pause in the slightest after knocking Cui Shi back. It merely traced a cold arc through the air, one filled with mockery, before finally pointing from afar at Dai Huabin, who was half-kneeling behind the nearly shattered rock shield, gasping violently after his Soul Power had been drained away.

"Do you still want to continue?"

That calm voice, even carrying a hint of a smile, was like the heaviest Great Hammer smashing hard into the heartstrings of the three from Class Two, which had already been on the verge of collapse.

Continue?

How were they supposed to continue?!

Blood and qi churned in Cui Shi's chest. His strongest defensive Spirit Skill had been like paper before the other party's bizarre spear technique, and at this moment, even raising his shield felt unbearably difficult. Zhu Lu had been forced into a frantic defense by Wang Dong's sacred yet razor-sharp Light Butterfly Blade and could not get close at all. As for Dai Huabin, the core of their team and their strongest attacker, he had lost nearly half his Soul Power in the very first second of the match through a method he could not understand at all. Now, forget launching an attack—even standing steadily had become a luxury!

In less than a minute of clashing, the situation on the field had already become one-sided, an overwhelming suppression!

Dai Huabin raised his head, those crimson eyes filled with venom and unwillingness staring fixedly at the Youth holding a spear in one hand, calm and effortless. He could feel that the several wounds pierced through his body were still continuously devouring what little Soul Power he had left like greedy evil ghosts. If this continued, forget counterattacking—today, his foundation might even be injured because his Soul Power had been sucked dry!

Humiliation!

This was the greatest, most indelible humiliation Dai Huabin had ever suffered in his life!

He would rather die in battle than open his mouth and admit defeat here, in front of all the school's new students!

However, just as he prepared to burn the last of his Soul Power and unleash the White Tiger Martial Soul's strongest attacking Spirit Skill to fight the other party to mutual destruction—

"Enough."

An icy voice, devoid of the slightest emotion, slowly came from below the stage.

It was Zhou Yi.

At some point, she had already walked to the edge of the spirit-fighting platform. No expression could be seen on her frost-covered face, but her sharp, blade-like phoenix eyes were like two bottomless Old Wells, making it impossible for anyone to guess her True Thoughts.

She merely looked quietly at Dai Huabin on the stage and said slowly, each word distinct, "Class Two forfeits."

Those five words were like the final verdict, completely shattering the pitiful, last shred of pride in Dai Huabin's heart.

"I... I haven't... I can still..." He struggled, trying to force words of rebuttal through gritted teeth.

"I said," Zhou Yi's voice abruptly rose a few degrees, and the incomparably powerful pressure belonging to a Six-Ring Soul Emperor descended on Dai Huabin like something solid, crushing all his unwilling arguments back down, "forfeit."

Feeling that powerful pressure he had no way to resist, Dai Huabin finally seemed like a ball drained of all strength and wilted completely. He lowered that once incomparably proud Head, his whole body trembling, yet he could no longer utter a single word.

Seeing this from the High Platform, the presiding Teacher immediately understood. He let out a long breath, then used all the strength in his body to announce loudly:

"The New Student Competition, first match! The winner—"

"First Year Class One!!"

"Whoa—!!!!!!!"

This result was like a ladle of cold water poured into a calm pot of oil, instantly detonating the entire venue!

Deafening Cheers and shouts, like Mountain Shouting Sea Roaring, surged into the sky from the ranks of Class One! Tang Ya and Bei Bei embraced excitedly, and the other Students were also flushed with excitement, waving their arms hard and shouting the two names that had brought them victory and glory!

"Long Yao!!"

"Wang Dong!!"

Under the gazes of the entire crowd, filled with awe, envy, and fervor, Long Yao on the spirit-fighting platform merely casually withdrew that infamous Soul Breaking Spear back into his body. Then he turned around and gave Wang Dong beside him—who had cooperated with him with Tacit Understanding from beginning to end and was now looking at him with a pair of shining Eyes filled with admiration—a bright smile as warm as sunlight.

He reached out, and like the most familiar of partners, naturally rubbed Wang Dong's soft, wonderfully pleasant Pink Blue Short Hair.

"You did well."

That warm palm, that intimate gesture, that approving tone made Wang Dong's Small Face, already flushed with excitement from victory, grow hotter than the most vivid evening glow with a whoosh.

The noise and Cheers on the spirit-fighting platform seemed like sounds from another world, distant and unreal.

Huo Yuhao merely stood quietly at the edge of the crowd, his gaze passing through those excitedly waving arms and over those faces flushed from victory, fixed from beginning to end on the battered figure being carried away on a stretcher by two academy staff members.

It was Dai Huabin.

His lofty, arrogant Brother, who had loomed over him and his mother like a nightmare from childhood to now.

At this moment, he was like a dead Dog whose spine had been pulled out, limp on the stretcher. The high-grade Soul Master uniform custom-made by the White Tiger Duke's Mansion had been pierced with several holes straight through from front to back, and blood had soaked the fabric, turning it Dark Red. That Handsome Face, which had always carried arrogance and contempt, now held only a corpse-like pallor and a ferocity twisted by utmost humiliation. His eyes were tightly shut, but his violently heaving chest and the occasional twitch at the corner of his mouth all proclaimed just what immense pain he was currently enduring, both physical and mental.

Huo Yuhao watched silently.

He did not feel the wild, satisfying joy of a great vengeance finally repaid that he had expected.

Nor did he feel the slightest sympathy or pity.

His heart was strangely calm. Beneath that calm were surging, endlessly churning undercurrents of incomparable complexity.

That hatred that had been suppressed for a full eleven years, carved deep into his bones, seemed at this moment to be torn open from his Soul Depth by an Invisible Big Hand. What gushed out from that opening was not the pleasure of revenge, but a kind of... hollow, bewildered melancholy.

Had he won?

No, he had won. It was that Youth named Long Yao, who always wore a carefree smile yet was as powerful as a mystery, who had won.

He had used a method Huo Yuhao had never imagined, one bordering on humiliation, to easily trample the enemy in Huo Yuhao's heart, the one so powerful he had seemed almost undefeatable, beneath his feet.

So... he could bleed too. He could scream too. He could also be carried away like a homeless cur.

"Holy mother of... Kid, what kind of heaven-defying dumb luck did you stumble into?"

A lazy yet astonished voice boomed through his Sea of Consciousness. It was Sky Dream Ice Silkworm.

"This one called Long Yao is an out-and-out monster! That Breaking Spear! It's definitely the Soul Breaking Spear! No mistake! Brother's lived a Million-Year, so I can still recognize a Martial Soul with a vicious reputation like that! Armor-piercing! Penetration! And that... that bizarre trait that can directly devour Soul Power! It's practically the nightmare of every Defense System and Attack System Soul Master! That idiot Dai Huabin, with all his brute strength, didn't even touch a single hair on him before half his life got drained away! Tsk, tsk, tsk, truly... too miserable, and also... too satisfying! Hahahaha!" Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's gloating laughter echoed through Huo Yuhao's mind.

Huo Yuhao did not respond. He only silently loosened the fist he had clenched without realizing it, his Knuckles already pale and faintly aching.

"Hey, Kid, why aren't you talking?" Sky Dream Ice Silkworm noticed something was off with him. "What? You're not happy seeing that enemy of yours beaten into this state?"

"...Happy." Only after a long while did Huo Yuhao softly answer with those two words in his heart.

Yes, happy.

Seeing Dai Huabin in such a miserable state, a secret, dark pleasure had indeed begun to grow in his heart.

But that was all.

More than that, there was a... powerlessness toward his own weakness, made even more painfully apparent.

"He's very strong," Huo Yuhao said in his heart. He was referring to Long Yao.

"More than strong!" Sky Dream Ice Silkworm exclaimed. "That Kid is definitely not just Level 24! He has something on him that shields his aura; even Brother can't see through it! But to be able to use that Soul Breaking Spear to this extent, his True Strength is definitely beyond your imagination! Kid, you've got to build a good relationship with him. With a thigh like that for you to cling to, who would still dare bully you in Shrek Academy from now on?"

Huo Yuhao's gaze, of its own accord, turned once again toward the spirit fighting platform.

He saw Long Yao Put Away that Pitch Black long spear, turn around, and, with an incomparably natural and intimate gesture, reach out to rub Wang Dong's hair.

And Wang Dong, that Youth who, in his eyes, was just as proud as a peacock, now looked like a cat whose fur had been smoothed down. Her head was slightly lowered, her cheeks so red they almost seemed about to Bleed Out, and in those beautiful Eyes flickered a radiance he had never seen before, dazzling as stars.

It was a scene... incomparably harmonious, and incomparably Dazzling.

Just then, a warm and powerful hand gently patted his shoulder.

Huo Yuhao came back to himself and found that it was Bei Bei.

Bei Bei did not speak. He only gave him a gentle, soothing smile, his eyes carrying a trace of inquiry and obvious concern.

Huo Yuhao shook his head, indicating that he was okay.

He looked at Bei Bei's sincere eyes, then at Tang Ya not far away, still cheering for the victory, and then at the two radiant figures on the platform preparing to walk down.

That heart, made cold by hatred, seemed to have been infused once more with a tiny, insignificant yet truly existing warmth.

Perhaps... Brother Sky Dream was right.

Being able to meet them truly was his... good fortune.

Only when that warm palm left the top of her head did Wang Dong come back to herself as though waking from a dream. She lifted her head, and what she saw was Long Yao's face with its warm smile, as well as the unconcealed, From the Heart approval in his eyes.

"Boom—!"

A Hot Stream a hundred times stronger than the one she had felt when they won the battle suddenly shot up from the depths of her heart, instantly rushing into her brain. It made her already burning Small Face completely ripen, even spreading a tempting pink across her fair neck.

Her Mind Blank, she completely forgot where she was, and could only stare blankly, foolishly, at the Youth before her, her heart pounding wildly like a war drum.

Just then, a burst of Cheers filled with wild joy and excitement came from beneath the spirit fighting platform, pulling her thoughts back to reality.

"Long Yao! Wang Dong! You two were amazing!"

It was Tang Ya!

Like a happy skylark, she was the first to rush to the platform, waving her arms hard while bouncing up and down in excitement. Behind her, Bei Bei and Huo Yuhao, as well as every Student from Class One, all gathered around, every face brimming with incomparably brilliant smiles that came From the Heart!

Long Yao and Wang Dong exchanged a smile and walked Side by Side down from the spirit fighting platform.

The moment they landed, Tang Ya could no longer hold herself back. Like a starving tiger pouncing on prey, she threw herself straight at them, grabbing one arm each and hugging them tightly, her face flushed red with excitement. "Oh My God! Did you see that?! Those moves Long Yao made just now! They were insanely cool! And Dai Huabin! Serves him right! Let's see him act arrogant again! Hahahaha!"

Her unreserved enthusiasm instantly infected everyone.

"Yeah, yeah! It was a total crush!"

"Classmate Long Yao, what exactly is your Martial Soul? It's way too overpowered!"

"Classmate Wang Dong, your support was amazing too! Your timing was too precise!"

The Class One students surrounded them completely, all talking at once as they expressed their excitement and admiration. The atmosphere was heated to the extreme.

Wang Dong, whose arm was tightly hugged by Tang Ya, had originally been elated because of the victory, but at this moment, there was an indescribable, subtle... discomfort mixed in. She secretly glanced at Long Yao on the other side, whose arm was also being hugged, and when she saw Tang Ya's full chest almost pressing against his arm, a sour emotion, so unfamiliar even she herself felt strange about it, flashed imperceptibly through those beautiful Pink Blue Eyes. Subconsciously, lightly, she tried to pull her own arm out of Tang Ya's embrace.

Bei Bei walked forward with a smile and said sincerely, "Long Yao, Wang Dong, you worked hard. This battle was beautifully fought. Long Yao, those unpredictable attacks of yours, combined with Wang Dong's nearly perfect coordination and defense—the cooperation between you two was simply flawless."

His Words were, as always, steady and sincere, making even the noisy atmosphere around them quiet for a moment.

And Huo Yuhao, standing at the outermost edge of the crowd, only watched this scene quietly. He watched Long Yao and Wang Dong, surrounded at the center by everyone, spirited and confident as they accepted congratulations; watched Tang Ya laughing without a care to the side; watched Bei Bei with that gentle smile on his face.

That scorching, infectious joy belonging to victory was like the warmest sunlight of a Winter Day. Through the gaps in the crowd, it silently fell upon his heart, which had always been wrapped in coldness and hatred.

The corner of his mouth, without even himself noticing, quietly curved into an extremely faint yet incomparably real smile.

He discovered that, as it turned out, becoming a member of a victorious group was such a... warm feeling.

The feverish wave brought by victory was like the richest Fine Wine, leaving every Student of Class One intoxicated and carried away. They surrounded the Hero, shouting slogans, turning all the earlier tension and oppression into the purest, most unrestrained joy.

The clamor and excitement belonged to the collective, while certain delicate feelings that were quietly beginning to sprout were playing out silently only in the corners.

In a gap amid everyone's excited celebration, the corner of Long Yao's eyes, always carrying a hint of playful amusement, keenly caught a Line of Sight that had remained distant yet close, faint yet impossible to ignore.

It was Wang Dong.

She was being pulled along by the equally excited Tang Ya, supposedly listening to the surrounding classmates' breakdown and praise of that battle just now. Yet those clear eyes of hers, like Pink Blue Eyes gemstones, seemed like disobedient, mischievous butterflies, always unconsciously, secretly, looking at him.

Her movements were very well hidden. Each time, she only glanced at him swiftly, then immediately withdrew her gaze like a Startled Rabbit, pretending to have developed a deep interest in Tang Ya's topic. But the blush that grew redder and redder, even spreading all the way to her Ear Root, as well as the subconscious Small Movement of constantly twirling her soft Hair Tips with her Fingertips, betrayed that little secret in her heart completely.

When Long Yao's gaze seemed to casually meet hers, that Little Butterfly who had been sneaking looks at him would give a violent tremble, like a startled bird discovered by a hunter, and hurriedly cast her line of sight elsewhere, or lower her head and use those pink-blue bangs to hide her burning cheeks. That coquettishly naive look of hers—clearly with her heart fluttering like a fawn's, yet desperately trying to act as if nothing had happened—was simply adorable to the extreme.

[Livestream Bullet Comments]

[Professional Tea Appraiser LV8]: Woohoo~ takeoff! Streamer, I saw it! That pink-haired little handsome guy has been sneaking looks at you the whole time! Those little eyes, that little face, tsk tsk tsk, so pure you could squeeze water out of him!

[Lord Proud灬What Can You Do]: I'm dying, so this is what a young girl in love looks like, huh (tactical lean-back). Streamer, you beast, it's only the second day, right? And you've already messed up that innocent little boy's heart!

[Killing Intent in Crotch]: Is there a possibility... he's actually a younger sister? So pretty, and he blushes so easily. It'd be a waste not to make him your wife! Streamer, charge! Take him down! Have a whole litter of chubby sons!

[Medical Miracle]: The guy above me has serious problems with his thinking, but I strongly agree! Streamer, stop standing there! Go up and give him a kiss, see how he reacts! Sending a wave of iced cola to give you courage!

Long Yao looked at that bunch in the bullet comments who feared nothing more than a peaceful world, and the smile at the corners of his mouth deepened. He did not expose Wang Dong's cute little thoughts, merely enjoying this green yet wonderful atmosphere that hovered somewhere between friendship and ambiguity.

"All right, all right! Quiet down!"

Senior student Bei Bei's gentle yet convincing voice sounded at just the right moment. He clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention over. "Today's matches aren't over yet. Although we won the first round, there are even stronger opponents later. Now isn't the time to completely relax."

His words were like a basin of cold water, instantly cooling down the students whose heads had started to heat up.

"But!" Senior student Bei Bei changed the subject, and a bright smile appeared on his face. "Once we win the final championship today, tonight, it's my treat! I'll take everyone out for a proper meal to celebrate our heroes, Long Yao and Wang Dong!"

Tang Ya was immediately the first to jump up in response. "Yay! I want barbecue! Spirit beast barbecue! The most expensive kind!"

"Great! Barbecue it is!"

"Senior student Bei Bei is generous!"

The crowd was ignited once more. This time, their goal changed from celebrating one victory to an endless desire for the final championship!

Just then, Zhou Yi's icy figure appeared behind the cheering crowd like a ghost. She did not speak, merely sweeping her sharp phoenix eyes over coldly.

The crowd that had just been noisy and lively instantly became like ducks with their necks squeezed. They immediately fell silent, one by one trembling in fear, automatically parting to form a path.

Zhou Yi walked over slowly with that unchanging stride of hers, elegant yet filled with pressure. She first glanced at Tang Ya, who guiltily shrank her neck on instinct, then her gaze landed on Long Yao and Wang Dong.

Her eyes were complicated to the extreme. There was appreciation, scrutiny, but more than anything, a sternness born from disappointment in someone who had failed to live up to expectations.

"You fought well." She spoke coldly. "You knew to use your own advantages and attack the enemy's weaknesses. Your tactical application was barely acceptable."

That evaluation of "barely acceptable," coming from the mouth of this Devil Teacher, was already no less than the highest form of praise. The students of Class One all revealed proud expressions of shared honor.

"But!" Zhou Yi's voice suddenly rose, like an icicle in the depths of winter. "Who let you expose your trump card so early?! Soul Breaking Spear? What a fine Soul Breaking Spear! Were you planning to tell the whole world next that your soul skill has armor-breaking, soul-devouring, and piercing properties?! You held nothing back in the very first match. Once the opponents later are on guard, how are you going to fight them?!"

Her scolding came crashing down like a string of cannon fire, leaving the surrounding students afraid to even breathe too loudly.

Wang Dong subconsciously grew a little nervous, her small hands clutching tightly at the hem of her clothes.

However, Long Yao still wore an expression of cloud-light-wind-light ease. He even gave Zhou Yi a brilliant smile. "Teacher Zhou, don't worry. Against them, I still don't need to use my trump card."

That tone, so confident it bordered on arrogance, made even Zhou Yi choke for a moment. She stared fixedly at Long Yao's clear yet profound eyes, as if trying to find even the slightest trace of guilt or bluffing within them.

But she failed.

In those eyes, there was only confidence and composure as deep and unfathomable as the sea.

After a long while, Zhou Yi finally let out a cold snort through her nose. "Hmph. It had better be that way. If you lose the final championship because of your arrogance, the two of you will run one thousand laps around Shrek Academy for me!"

After saying that, she no longer looked at them. She turned and walked beneath the high platform, waiting for the next round of lots to be drawn.

Looking at Zhou Yi's icy back figure, Tang Ya finally patted her chest in lingering fear and whispered to Senior student Bei Bei, "That scared me to death. I thought Teacher Zhou was about to explode."

Senior student Bei Bei smiled helplessly, but his gaze remained on Long Yao the entire time, the admiration in his eyes deepening a little more. In all of Shrek Academy, there probably was not a second person who dared speak to Zhou Yi like that to her face.

After a brief rest, the second round of drawing lots began. Perhaps their luck really was good, because in the next draw, Class One actually received a bye, allowing them to win without fighting and advance straight into the top four.

This result once again ignited the enthusiasm of the Class One students, while also drawing immensely jealous gazes from the other classes.

This meant that Long Yao and Wang Dong would have more time to rest and recover their soul power, making the fullest preparations for the upcoming semifinals and finals.

The afternoon matches were still intense. The geniuses of every class all fought with everything they had for that generous reward. Long Yao and the others did not leave. Instead, at Zhou Yi's request, they stayed at the side of the field, carefully watching every match and analyzing every potential opponent's martial soul and combat style.

Wang Dong sat beside Long Yao the entire time. She was no longer as restrained as she had been at the beginning. Although she would still blush and feel her heart race because of an occasional careless joke from Long Yao, most of the time, she very seriously discussed the strengths and weaknesses of the opponents on the field with him. In those beautiful pink-blue eyes, a rational light belonging to a genius Soul Master flickered.

Huo Yuhao was like a sponge, frantically absorbing this precious practical combat knowledge. With his Spirit Eyes, he firmly memorized every detail of each Soul Master's soul skill release and the trajectory of their soul power circulation, carrying out countless simulations and deductions in his mind.

Finally, near evening, after several brutal rounds of the knockout stage, the final top four were born.

Aside from Class One, the other three classes that advanced were Class Three, which possessed a powerful combination of Beast Martial Souls; Class Five, which had two top-tier Control System Soul Masters; and... an opponent no one had expected—Class Seven.

Class Seven's advancement could be called the greatest dark horse of this tournament. Their representatives were an Attack System Soul Master who had been utterly unknown in the preliminary round, and the other was the only Food System Soul Master among this year's new students of Shrek Academy.

And their opponent in the next match was precisely Class Three.

"All right, today's matches end here." Zhou Yi looked at the final match list, her face still as rippleless as an old well. "Tomorrow morning, the semifinals and finals will be held. All of you go back and rest properly. Conserve your energy. Long Yao, Wang Dong, the two of you, adjust your condition to its peak. If you lose tomorrow, you know the consequences yourselves."

After saying that, she left straight away without even turning her head.

"Yay! It's finally over! Let's go, let's go! Barbecue!"

As soon as Zhou Yi left, Tang Ya immediately regained her vitality. She tugged Senior student Bei Bei along and called out to everyone else, heading excitedly toward Shrek City's most famous Great Soul Master Barbecue Restaurant.

Night fell, and Shrek City's lights had just begun to shine.

Inside the Great Soul Master Barbecue Restaurant, the place was already packed with people, every seat taken. The air was filled with a rich aroma that mixed the charred fragrance of grilled meat with all kinds of spices, a scent that greatly stirred the appetite.

Senior student Bei Bei was clearly a regular here. With practiced ease, he requested the largest private room, then generously ordered a table full of signature barbecue made from spirit beast meat of different ages. From century-level Iron-Skin Wild Boar to thousand-year-level Explosive Turkey, there was even a final centerpiece dish: a plate of thinly sliced snake meat from a ten-thousand-year-level, highly venomous Mandala Snake. Everyone was dazzled just looking at it.

"Come, come, come! Today's on me! Everyone, eat as much as you want!" Senior student Bei Bei raised the cup of chilled Spirit Power Special Drink brewed from malt in his hand and said generously, "For the first cup, let us toast today's heroes, Long Yao and Wang Dong! Without them, Class One wouldn't have won this opening victory!"

"To Long Yao! To Wang Dong!"

Everyone raised their glasses one after another, and the atmosphere reached a fever pitch.

Long Yao smiled, lifted his glass, and drained it in one go. Beside him, Wang Dong looked at the huge, full glass of bubbling drink and found herself in a bit of a bind. Since childhood, when had she ever drunk this kind of commoner beverage? She hesitated, then only took a tiny sip. The faintly bitter, prickling taste made her wrinkle her nose adorably.

"You don't like this?" Long Yao noticed her small movement. He turned his head, lowered his voice, and asked softly beside her ear.

That warm breath brushed past her ear again, making her cheeks, already a little reddened from the alcohol and lively atmosphere, turn even hotter. She subconsciously shook her head, then nodded, and for a moment, even she did not know how to respond.

Long Yao gave a light laugh. He waved to the attendant outside the door, then gave a few quiet instructions. Very soon, a warm "Sweetheart Fruit Brew," giving off a sweet fruity aroma and showing a lovely pink color, was brought before Wang Dong.

"Try this." Long Yao gently pushed the cup of fruit brew to her hand.

Wang Dong stared blankly at the drink, which seemed as if it had been specially made for her, then looked at Long Yao's profile with its gentle smile. In her heart, it was as if countless fawns were crashing wildly around, almost smashing through her chest.

He... how did he know I like sweet things?

How can he... be so good to me?

Her little heart was completely filled to the brim by emotions named "sweetness" and "happiness," with no room left for anything else.

She picked up the warm fruit brew and carefully took a sip. That perfectly warm, sweet-and-sour taste slid down her throat all the way into the depths of her heart, wrapping her whole being in a soft, pink cloud of happiness.

She lifted her head and secretly glanced at Long Yao, who was chatting animatedly with Bei Bei. In those beautiful pink-blue eyes, a brilliant and infatuated light shimmered like melted stars.

The meal was thoroughly satisfying. Tang Ya completely let herself go and started competing with Bei Bei in drinking. Under everyone's influence, Huo Yuhao gradually let go of his restraint as well. Though he did not speak much, a faint smile stayed on his face the whole time.

Long Yao sat together with Wang Dong, chatting on and off. He told her some interesting jokes from his "hometown," things that did not exist in this world at all, making her giggle until she shook with laughter. He would also very naturally place the most tender slices of grilled meat into her bowl.

Every accidental touch, every whisper from just inches away, was like a pebble tossed into the surface of a lake, sending ripple after ripple named "heart-pounding" through Wang Dong's heart lake, which had long since ceased to be calm.

She felt as if she had truly, completely fallen in.

Time: Douluo Calendar Year 2030 Season: Autumn Second Day of Enrollment 8:30 PM

Location: Shrek Academy, Central Plaza

Audience: 520,000

Equipment: Shrek Academy Uniform x1, True Vast Sea Ring (Divine Artifact) Student Emblem x1

Items: Shrek Academy Uniform x1, Student Emblem x1, Dormitory Key x1

First Martial Soul: Soul Breaking Spear [Traits: Armor Breaking, Soul Devouring, Penetration]

Second Martial Soul: Chaos Holy Dragon (Hidden) [Traits: Strength, Time, Space]

Soul Power: Level 45 (Soul Ancestor) [Status: True Vast Sea Ring Shielding, External Perception is Level 24]

Soul Rings: [Soul Breaking Spear] First Soul Ring (Yellow Hundred-Year), Second Soul Ring (Purple Thousand-Year), Third Soul Ring (Black Ten-Thousand-Year), Fourth Soul Ring (Black Ten-Thousand-Year)

[Chaos Holy Dragon] First Soul Ring (Black Thirteen-Thousand-Year), Second Soul Ring (Black Twenty-Eight-Thousand-Year), Third Soul Ring (Black Forty-Six-Thousand-Year), Fourth Soul Ring (Rose Gold Hundred-Thousand-Year)

Soul Skills: [Soul Breaking Spear] First Spirit Skill: Swift Shadow Stab, Second Spirit Skill: Whirlwind Spear, Third Spirit Skill: Armor Breaking Spiral, Fourth Spirit Skill: Thousand Spirit Spear Rain

[Chaos Holy Dragon] First Spirit Skill: Star Ring, Second Spirit Skill: Holy Dragon Claw, Third Spirit Skill: Void Claw, Fourth Spirit Skill: Time and Space Roar

Soul Bones: None

Soul Spirits: None

Tip Temporary Storage: [Million-Year Spirit Beast Inverse Scale] x1, [Starlight Sapphire Brooch] x1, [Tsundere Princess Strategy Manual Platinum Edition] x1, [God-Bestowed Soul Ring (Hundred-Thousand-Year)] x1, [Spring of Life (Concentrated Liquid)] x1, [Calming Incense (First Melt of the Snow Mountain)] x1, [Dragon Blood Body Tempering Pill] x10, [Space Storage Bracelet (Couple Style)] x1, [God King Level Space Law Comprehension Crystal] x1, [Super Divine Artifact: Time and Space Wheel Fragment] x1, [God King Godhead (Incomplete)] x1