Hero's Gate, Tang Sect Seven Monsters Faked Their Records? Complaint (Please Follow)

At first, when Feng Zaixing heard Su Mengjun's telepathic message, he thought he had misheard. Then he remembered that this was the Douluo Continent.

That was hardly surprising. It was a fantasy world, after all; being able to fight was naturally the most important thing.

Thinking of this, Feng Zaixing opened a private message with Xu Miao: What form does the school's PE class take? It isn't weighted running [disgusted], is it?

Xu Miao quickly replied: There really is that. I heard it has a long history and was learned from Shrek Academy's experience [shrug].

Several black lines appeared on Feng Zaixing's forehead as he typed:

The high-EQ way to put it is "a long history." The low-EQ way to put it is, isn't it an antique that should have been thrown into the trash ages ago [suspicious]?

Xu Miao: ...You could understand it that way [facepalm].

Feng Zaixing fell silent.

What had the Douluo Continent been doing for the past twenty thousand years? Why were they still clinging to running?

I thought PE classes might finally amount to something. Looks like I'd be better off cultivating on my own. Later, I'll go to the principal's office and get a whole box of consultation slips.

In the Third Grade teaching area, Xu Miao tapped away rapidly and started a voice call to ease the President's worries.

"Don't worry. The academy provides elite students with top-tier Soul Guidance Technology facilities. They can simulate all kinds of environments, such as gravity suppression, swamp restraints, icy wastelands, and blazing flames, turning running into survival training. The results are excellent."

Feng Zaixing's eyes lit up. He walked to the corridor to take the call. "Now that's A Bit Interesting. Anything else?"

"There are also some top-tier simulated combat facilities called Hero Hall. They let us fight simulated projections of the greatest geniuses in history, including the Shrek Seven Monsters from Spirit Ice Douluo's generation ten thousand years ago, even the First Generation Seven Monsters from twenty thousand years ago, as well as other experts from Tang Sect history."

Feng Zaixing found that hard to believe. "Why would simulated projections of Tang Sect experts appear in our academy?"

"The academy paid for them, and Tang Sect synced over their simulated projections."

Feng Zaixing became even more suspicious. "Would they really be that cooperative?"

"Of course not."

Xu Miao pondered for a moment before answering, "Based on my own tests, Ancestor Sanshi's simulated strength is at least fifty percent greater than what he had in actual history."

"The simulations of Spirit Ice Douluo and Dragon Butterfly Douluo are even more outrageous. Their combat awareness is terrifying, yet according to the records left by our ancestors, neither of them was particularly strong when they first entered Shrek Academy."

The corner of Feng Zaixing's eye lifted as he smiled. "You're that certain?"

"Of course. Could Tang Sect know better than our Family records? It's normal for later generations to embellish their ancestors' achievements, but this is rare even by those standards. Especially when Tang Sect claims that their simulated ancestors only have seventy percent of their true strength—they have absolutely no shame."

As Xu Miao walked beneath the shade of the trees and cursed, his voice suddenly dropped. "The First Generation Seven Monsters are even worse. Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's combat strength is several times greater than that of later descendants with the same Soul Power and Martial Soul."

"I was forced into mutual destruction by Hell Douluo Zhu Zhuqing's simulated projection. I couldn't beat a single one of the others. It's completely ridiculous."

Perhaps feeling that this sounded disrespectful toward his ancestors, Xu Miao hurriedly changed his tune.

"Of course, perhaps the First Generation Seven Monsters truly were terrifyingly powerful. After all, they were all legendary figures who Become a God."

"Don't underestimate yourself. Haven't you and I dealt with the Wu Family's geniuses before? The Hell White Tiger may have dominated all directions twenty thousand years ago, but it's long since fallen behind."

Remembering the three Old Star Luo Inheritors from the Wu Family whom he had taken down with ease, Feng Zaixing shook his head, a trace of disgust rising in his heart.

The First Generation Seven Monsters became gods because they benefited from their era. This age has no shortage of geniuses who could beat them into dead dogs, yet Tang Sect is desperately gilding their ancestors' reputation.

Xu Sanshi had a somewhat flamboyant personality. When writing his autobiography, he would surely boast about himself as much as possible, yet he was still inferior to Tang Sect's simulated projection. Heaven knew how Tang Sect had filled in the data.

"Forget it. Let's not worry about Tang Sect's nonsense for now. I just hope the other simulated geniuses are more normal."

After ending the call, Feng Zaixing did not dwell on it. He called to the entire class, and they marched grandly toward No. 3 Stadium.

Who cares about this damned Hero Hall? We'll fight first and talk later!

At the stadium, Su Mengjun was already standing beside a Soul Guidance building with a handsome man. He had sword-like brows and starry eyes. He was none other than Emperor Sword Douluo Long Tianwu.

When Feng Zaixing appeared with his group, both war gods breathed a sigh of relief. Good, good. As long as Feng Zaixing was willing to come.

"Uncle Long, you know what we're capable of. Ordinary training is unnecessary. Give us something interesting."

After arranging for Xu Yucheng and the other students to undergo running survival training, Feng Zaixing got straight to the point, his style crisp and efficient.

"Of course."

Long Tianwu nodded and pressed a button beside him. The surrounding Soul Guidance structures immediately rose and fell in alternation, and four prismatic Soul Guidance doors appeared before them, shining with bright light.

"These four doors are called Hero's Gate. Inside are engraved projections of powerful figures throughout continental history. You can enter and fight them to test what level your strength ranks at in history."

As Long Tianwu explained, he gave the four of them an expectant smile. "The three Hall Masters all fought inside when they were young, and they even Defeated members of two extremely famous generations of Shrek Seven Monsters in history. Of course, the simulated Seven Monsters members only possess seventy percent of their true strength."

Long Chen's eyes brightened. "Does that mean I can fight Ancestor Beibei at the same cultivation level?"

The two war gods smiled and nodded.

A fierce, sky-rending aura surged from Yu Xin's Dark Pupil eyes. The Divine Brush Martial Soul appeared in her hand, while three purple and one black Soul Rings circled her body. She cast Feng Zaixing a charming glance.

"I've cleared the trials of Xiao Ding Douluo and Dragon God Douluo. This time, my target is Dragon Butterfly Douluo in her youth. Good luck."

With that, she stepped steadily into Hero's Gate.

Na'er said enviously, "Sister Yu is always so cool."

"Na'er will definitely be like that when you grow up too. I'll watch you go in. Good luck." Feng Zaixing laughed heartily, his handsome and refined face full of encouragement.

"Mm. Na'er definitely won't disappoint Brother or Xiao Xue."

The Silver Dragon Spear appeared in her hand. A seven-colored radiance flashed through the depths of Na'er's eyes before vanishing, and with two purple Soul Rings, she entered the battlefield.

"Boss, I'll try to last a little longer and fight my ancestor."

Long Chen gave a heh heh laugh, but his gaze quickly turned solemn. A stirring dragon roar burst from his mouth as he strode through the gate.

Feng Zaixing did not enter immediately. Instead, he asked Long Tianwu, "Uncle Long, what is the highest record created in Hero's Gate by the four major forces over the past few centuries? Will the conditions of the battles inside be known to Tang Sect?"

Long Tianwu was slightly startled, then understood that this was the pride of a peerless genius. Smiling, he said:

"The highest record was created by the Hall Master and Sky-Supporting Douluo when they were young. They won battle after battle, passing the trials of everyone from two generations of legendary Seven Monsters except Spirit Ice Douluo and Sea God Tang San."

"Tang Sect says they can't see it, but I don't know the specifics."

"I understand. Please disconnect the Soul Net here at the necessary moment, Uncle Long."

Feng Zaixing's expression turned solemn. Staring at the glowing gate before him, he rolled his wrist and adjusted his bones before walking straight in.

In that case, as long as I don't destroy the simulated projections of Tang San and Dai Yuhao, there won't be a problem.

"Exam participant: Feng Zaixing. Difficulty: Yellow Grade. Examination content—hold out for one minute."

Feng Zaixing narrowed his eyes. Looking at the figure that appeared not far away, his expression became strange.

It was a rather handsome white-haired youth, with the same irritatingly smug temperament as Long Chen.

More importantly, his Martial Soul was the Three-legged Golden Toad. He was the direct ancestor of Principal Luan Hongchen—Xiao Hongchen from ten thousand years ago.

"This Xiao Hongchen probably doesn't have much combat power."

After confirming his opponent's identity, Feng Zaixing did not hesitate. His first Soul Ring flashed, and his body flashed to the side of the simulated Xiao Hongchen.

A straight punch blasted out. The simulated Xiao Hongchen shattered into specks of light, and Feng Zaixing advanced forcefully.

Seeing This, Long Tianwu and Su Mengjun's expressions changed outside, and their gazes quietly shifted behind them.

Luan Hongchen Appeared, his face somewhat dark.

That was his own ancestor, after all. The Little Fellow did not know to show him even a little consideration. He could have thrown a few more punches.

Long Tianwu laughed awkwardly and suggested, "Principal, should we raise the data for your ancestor in the future too?"

Luan Hongchen's eyes brightened slightly, and he was tempted. But he quickly waved his hand again, looking uninterested.

"No need. Normal is fine. Other families are other families. My ancestor really only has seventy percent of his strength anyway. Losing isn't embarrassing."

The two war gods smiled awkwardly in agreement. They both knew whom Luan Hongchen was sarcastically referring to, but it was an unspoken rule that no one would bring such things up.

At that moment, one of the glowing gates trembled, and a bedraggled figure was flung out, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"There's no justice! According to the Family records, Ancestor Beibei hadn't even awakened the Bright Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon at Two Rings. Why is the simulation a Bright Holy Dragon like mine? It even has the Overlord Thunder Domain!"

Long Chen was in great pain from the fall, yet he did not get up. He muttered to himself, his eyes filled first with doubt about this world, then with rage.

Faking their ancestors' records—was Hero's Gate treating them like idiots? Their descendants were not all dead yet!

"Which Bastard designed this device? I'm going to complain about them! Complain about them!"