Two-Word Battle Armor Tai Chi and Team Selection, Yue Zhengyu's Sore Butt, Defying-the-Heavens Yuanen (4K)

The students of First Year Class One stopped what they were doing one after another. More than a hundred pairs of eyes gathered on Zhao Xuanzhen, witnessing their class monitor make history by crafting a Two-Word Battle Armor at the age of thirteen.

Crafting a battle armor was an extremely taxing process. The quality of Spirit Alloy was several times greater than ordinary alloy. When inscribing the core formation, one had to deeply sense the metal's properties and use abundant soul power and spiritual power to gradually carve out the formation patterns.

The Two-Word Battle Armor Zhao Xuanzhen had designed for himself suited his True Self Soul and Yin Yang attribute. It was undoubtedly among the very finest on the Douluo Continent, with an unimaginably high difficulty level. As the carving continued, tiny Sweat Droplets gradually gathered on his forehead.

Everyone clenched their fists in worry, but Zhao Xuanzhen did not panic in the slightest. His expression remained icy and stern. His Dark Gold Dreadclaw was like ten unstoppable carving knives; not only did its speed not decrease, it increased. Pattern after pattern steadily fell onto the Chaos Divine Gold, and the Right Hand Armor began to take shape.

The Right Hand Armor included the hand and forearm. The Chaos Divine Gold, now showing the prototype of a battle armor, was like a black hole, devouring the soul-guided lamp light spilling through the room. Its abyssal aura made the two Homeroom Teachers beside the podium subtly change expression.

Wu Changkong and Shen Yi were both Two-Word Battle Armor Masters. They understood Two-Word Battle Armor better than anyone, and they could be certain that the Two-Word Battle Armor Zhao Xuanzhen was crafting surpassed their own.

The senior brother and junior sister Looked at each other, seeing the amazement and helplessness in each other's eyes.

Every generation brought forth its own talents, each leading the age for centuries. Yet before Wu Changkong and Shen Yi's generation had even had time to display their brilliance on the Douluo Continent, Zhao Xuanzhen behind them had already caught up.

Under the blazing gazes of more than a hundred people, two hours swiftly passed. Everyone in the room unconsciously held their breath, leaving only the sound of the Dark Gold Dreadclaw carving Chaos Divine Gold.

Half of the overall core formation had already been completed. The patterns transformed from crude to exquisite, their initial simplicity becoming complex. The textures connected and entwined with one another, Complementing Each Other and producing resonance.

Chaos Divine Gold was an alloy forged by fusing four rare metals, with Great Yin Nether Gold and Solar Candle Gold as its two main components. The core formation stimulated the metal's innate Yin Yang attribute. Black-and-white currents seemed to come alive, flowing across the surface of the Chaos Divine Gold as its vitality grew increasingly rich.

As the modifier of the Chaos Divine Gold, Zhao Xuanzhen could clearly sense the metal's excitement. Its earlier resistance had vanished. The Chaos Divine Gold was like an infant rapidly growing into an adult, stretching its limbs and slowly growing up.

Only when he truly began crafting battle armor did Zhao Xuanzhen finally understand why a Battle Armor Master had to participate in crafting part of their own armor. If a Soul Master did not personally take part, they would never understand the true essence of battle armor.

As far as Zhao Xuanzhen knew, Spirit Pagoda Crown Prince Qiangu Zhangting's battle armor had been jointly crafted by four masters of Secondary Professions. Qiangu Zhangting himself had barely done any work, so his battle armor's Fusion Degree was not high and could not reach the maximum strength of a twenty-level soul power boost.

Only by fully understanding battle armor could one fuse with it without obstruction, allowing it to become part of one's body, martial soul, and even soul.

Dark gold light flared brilliantly. Streams of dark gold flowed along with the rhythm of Zhao Xuanzhen's ten fingers as claw blades came down in bold, sweeping strokes. The progress of the battle armor's creation continued to accelerate.

The Chaos Divine Gold finally took on the complete form of a right hand and forearm. Black, white, and gold light shone in dazzling splendor, while Yin and Yang Qi coiled around it, mysterious and beautiful.

As four hours approached, a whole morning of focused carving had massively depleted both Zhao Xuanzhen's soul power and spiritual power. His Ink Black Eyes Flickered, and five astonishing soul rings—four black and one gold—rose fiercely.

The brilliant gold soul ring bestowed by the Golden Ancient Tree Ignited, and the Tai Chi Domain silently descended. The domain expanded madly outward, while Yin and Yang Qi formed a vortex that greedily swallowed the free energy within its range.

A domain truly deserved to be the soul skill most coveted by Soul Masters. Empowered by the Tai Chi Domain, Zhao Xuanzhen's depleted soul power rose steadily, rapidly recovering and even surpassing his normal peak.

The Dark Gold Claw Blade moved like dragons and serpents. Chaos Divine Gold trembled as blinding sparks burst forth. Yin and Yang Qi coursed through his meridians into the claw tips. When the final core formation pattern was carved into the metal's surface, the entire Two-Word Battle Armor Right Hand Armor suddenly shone.

Zhao Xuanzhen abruptly thrust out his right hand, his five fingers forcefully gripping the battle armor. Blood ran down in winding streams, only to be completely absorbed the instant it touched the armor. Threads of blood wove deep into the core formation patterns, and intense light illuminated the entire mecha classroom in brilliant radiance.

The bloodstains crisscrossed into a complex pattern. Zhao Xuanzhen raised his bloodstained right hand, and the Two-Word Battle Armor climbed onto it. Layer after layer of metal locked together with a clear, ringing cry, like the cracking spine of an awakening giant dragon.

When the battle armor extended to fit over his elbow, Zhao Xuanzhen's entire right arm erupted with a torrent-like pillar of light—Chaos Divine Gold's black, white, and gold fused with blood flames. An ancient roar seemed to echo from the void!

Two-Word Battle Armor, Right Hand Armor complete!

With a thought from Zhao Xuanzhen, the Right Hand Armor instantly merged into his body. This was one of the characteristics of Two-Word Battle Armor: the armor completely fused with its host, eliminating the fatal weakness of wearing conventional Thousand-Forged One-Word Battle Armor.

Seeing the Two-Word Battle Armor vanish, First Year Class One was stunned. Beyond their shock, only one thought remained in their minds: he had done it. He had really done it. That was a Two-Word Battle Armor!

"Xuanzhen, have you named your Two-Word Battle Armor?" Gu Yue approached with graceful steps, her Stunningly Beautiful Face serene as her eyes curved with a gentle smile.

"Tai Chi."

Zhao Xuanzhen smiled. He was Not Limited To giving his Two-Word Battle Armor some Extremely Cool and Awesome name. The code name from the Young Genius Ranking happened to fit, and it would also make it convenient to add three-word and four-word titles to the battle armor in the future.

According to the rules of this era, once the Tai Chi Battle Armor was fully crafted and Zhao Xuanzhen became a Two-Word Battle Armor Master, he could henceforth be called Tai Chi Zhao Xuanzhen, rather than merely holding a hollow code name on the Young Genius Ranking.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Shen Yi clapped her hands, both congratulating Zhao Xuanzhen and drawing all the students' attention. She Opened Her Mouth and said, "Students, Third Year Class One has issued us a seven-versus-seven team challenge. The upper ranks of the Outer Court have approved this battle, and it will take place three days from now, on Friday morning."

"What? Third Year is challenging us!?"

Hearing This, First Year Class One was immediately dumbfounded. Their mouths fell open as they wondered whether Shen Yi was joking.

At Shrek Academy, higher grades were not necessarily stronger. The powerhouses of Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Year had either graduated or entered the Inner Court. Those left behind were the old, weak, sick, and disabled...

The grade with the strongest overall strength in the Outer Court was precisely Third Year. Yet they had the nerve to challenge First Year freshmen who had only enrolled for one month?

Most of First Year felt this was utterly absurd. Third Year very likely had One-Word Battle Armor Masters among them as well. Who knew what madness had possessed those people, making them suddenly want to bully their weak and innocent junior brothers and sisters!

Surprise and shock were the normal reactions, but First Year had no shortage of smart people. For Example, Tang Wulin and Luo Guixing immediately fixed their attention on Zhao Xuanzhen after a brief moment of thought. Only This Guy could possibly have drawn Third Year's hatred!

Wu Changkong ignored everyone's complicated emotions and said coldly, "At that time, Holy Spirit Douluo Yali, Dean of the Outer Court Scarlet Dragon Douluo Zhuo Shi, and Saint Craftsman Blazing Dragon Douluo Feng Wuyu—three highly respected Sea God Pavilion Elders—will attend to watch the battle.

Today, we will select seven team members: six Combat Soul Masters and one auxiliary-system Soul Master.

Zhao Xuanzhen, Gu Yue, Ye Xinglan, and Tang Wulin, you four class committee members are the leaders of the class. You have exemptions and will directly take the field to fight Third Year.

The remaining three spots are undecided. Those interested, follow me to the Soul Fighting Arena. Everything will be decided by strength."

At those words, quite a few students began Eager to Try. Shrek Academy's rule was that the capable took their places. Xuan Yue and Xinglan were not only the class's public face, but also unquestionably among its five strongest fighters.

On this Douluo Continent where admiration for strength prevailed, they accepted the strength of the four class committee members. They could even add Youming Wusiduo to the list; the combat power of the five great kings left those behind them far in the dust.

First Year arrived at the Soul Fighting Arena in a grand procession. Even students who knew they lacked the ability to represent their class came over to watch.

Wu Changkong's challenge rules were simple and brutal. Auxiliary-system Soul Masters would compare the effects of their soul skills, while battle Soul Masters would duel one-on-one until winners were decided.

In an instant, First Year Class One descended into chaos. Soul skills flashed in dazzling colors, and roars rang out without end.

"Duel me, Xu Yucheng!"

"Yang Nianxia, die for me!"

"Luo Guixing, take my Twin Dragon Storm!"

"Sister Xinglan, I'll definitely catch up to you! Big Meat Bun, Big Meat Bun, Big Meat Bun!"

Meanwhile, Second Year was having its battle armor class.

Strictly speaking, First Year's battle armor course was called a mecha course, meant to lay the foundation for battle armor. Once they advanced to Second Year, Shrek Students had to formally begin crafting battle armor. At an average age of sixteen or seventeen, they should be considering whether to enter the Inner Court for further study or graduate peacefully from the Outer Court.

Yue Zhengyu stared at the Ghost Silver Divine Base Alloy placed on the metal table before Yuanen Yehui, as well as the incomparably exquisite One-Word Battle Armor Design Blueprint. He could not tear his eyes away, and eventually could not help but sidle over with a shameless grin.

"Class Monitor Yuanen, who made your metal and battle armor design blueprint? Share the connection, will you?"

Yuanen Yehui glanced sideways at Yue Zhengyu and said flatly, "I am an evil, Soul, Master!

Why are you asking about My Things? Aren't you afraid of sullying the justice of the Holy Angel?"

"Class Monitor, I won't allow you to insult yourself like that!" Yue Zhengyu said indignantly.

"As everyone knows, an evil martial soul does not equal an Evil Soul Master!

You are a law-abiding citizen recognized by the two great superpowers, Spirit Pagoda and Shrek Academy. I rashly misunderstood you, and I'm terribly sorry!"

Yuanen Yehui was stunned. Her beautiful eyes widened like bells. You Kid did not have this attitude a month ago!

"Could you give me the connection?"

Yue Zhengyu rubbed his hands like a fly. He had come to Shrek Academy to train, and the Angel Family required him to find classmates to cooperate with in crafting battle armor.

He was a Mecha Manufacturer and needed to find three teammates responsible for Forging Metal, Mecha Design, and Mecha Repair.

"A Spirit Pagoda benefit from the boss."

Yuanen Yehui Waved Hand, driving Yue Zhengyu away as though he were an insect. This heir of the Angel Family was also someone with remarkably flexible principles.

"Brother Zhao!?"

Yue Zhengyu's eyes lit up. After class, he impatiently ran out of the classroom and wandered around for several rounds before finding First Year, which was fighting fiercely in the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Brother Zhao! Brother Zhao!"

After looking around, Yue Zhengyu finally spotted Zhao Xuanzhen in the stands. The latter was leisurely watching the battle, holding a cup of iced drink in his hand, with Gu Yue and Ye Xinglan Beside Him.

"What is it?"

Zhao Xuanzhen raised his eyes. Yue Zhengyu gave an "embarrassed" smile. "I need your help. I Plan To craft a Spirit Alloy One-Word Battle Armor, but I'm short on metal, short on a Mecha Designer, and a Mecha Repairer..."

Zhao Xuanzhen understood. Here was another comrade asking him to make battle armor.

"Please, Brother Zhao. As long as you're willing to help, name any condition you want!"

Yue Zhengyu puffed out his chest, prepared to be taken advantage of. Clever as he was, if he could complete his One-Word Battle Armor by paying some price while also Boarding a Spirit Pagoda Core Disciple and a powerhouse destined to dominate an era, he would be profiting enormously.

"As for my condition..."

Zhao Xuanzhen casually set down his drink, Sizing up Yue Zhengyu from head to toe. With a bright smile, he said, "I've recently wanted to practice aerial combat. How about you become my sparring partner?"

"No problem!"

Yue Zhengyu answered without hesitation. He had long wanted to challenge Zhao Xuanzhen again!

Zhao Xuanzhen nodded at the two women Beside Him. The two left with their arms around each other's shoulders, each afraid the other would regret it and run away.

They rented a private room in the Soul Fighting Arena, its soundproofing at maximum. Yue Zhengyu released his Holy Angel martial soul and Flapped his wings as he stood in the sky. Watching Zhao Xuanzhen opposite him use the Body Secret Technique Wing Transformation, he said Eager to Try, "Come on, Brother Zhao. No need to hold back!"

The moment his voice fell, five soul rings erupted in unison, and a massive golden fist instantly enlarged before him!

"Fuck, Golden Awakening?

Deng Yixia! Deng Yixia!!!"

Yue Zhengyu tried to beg for mercy, but no one responded. Zhao Xuanzhen said nothing and simply kept throwing punches!

That's for all your talk about secret rooms!

That's for ruining my image!

The next day.

It was an ordinary school day when a figure suddenly shattered the calm.

A handsome blond young man walked into the classroom, his buttocks sticking out enough to prop up a bottle of soda. Every student of Second Year Class One watched him, their gazes lingering on that unusually perky area.

The instant he sat down, intense pain suddenly Attacked him. Yue Zhengyu bared his teeth and grimaced as his deskmate sincerely asked, "Zhengyu, that must be Very Painful, right?"

Yue Zhengyu rubbed his butt and sighed. "Although my butt hurts, when I think about my handsome battle armor, it feels like everything was worth it..."

The surrounding students immediately looked upon the angel youth with reverence, secretly thinking that the Holy Angel Family had fallen so far that they had to exchange themselves that way for a One-Word Battle Armor!

Only Yuanen Yehui at the desk in front wore a strange expression. "He did it?"

"Yeah." Yue Zhengyu answered frankly. "Yesterday afternoon, I sparred with Brother Zhao. He was a little violent—every move went straight for my butt..."

Yuanen Yehui sniffed and said with a troubled expression, "And then?"

"He said he felt Refreshed and would come find me again in a couple of days." Yue Zhengyu paused for a second. "Actually, I thought it felt pretty good too. Sparring with Brother Zhao is especially satisfying."

"Okay, I respect that."

Yuanen Yehui was suddenly At Ease. So Zhao Xuanzhen's XP was Yue Zhengyu's type. That meant he would not lock her in a secret room!

"Sorry, boss. I wronged you..."

Yuanen Yehui was a qualified employee and subordinate. She knew how to keep her boss's secrets and swore to bury the truth in her stomach for the rest of her life!