Holy Light Dragon and the Red Dragon

"The nine of you can pack your bags and leave the academy."

"Shrek Academy doesn't need students who resort to trickery. Those with strength but lacking a good and proper mindset will only bring disaster, not help, to any nation once cultivated."

As the freshman class nine descended the stairs, they saw an elderly woman with white hair and a stern expression speaking to a group of exhausted students.

Expelled?

The students of freshman class nine were somewhat dazed.

They were being expelled just like that!

Everyone's gaze turned to Mu Jin, who was walking ahead of them. Teacher Mu wouldn't do this, right?

An Zhen's eyes scanned for two familiar figures: a handsome young man supporting a cute boy who was panting, looking like he could collapse at any moment.

What kind of teacher is this?

Seeing his little darling in such a pitiful state, An Zhen felt heartbroken. He was already malnourished. If not for eating a bit better recently and the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Xuan Water Pill, how could he withstand such hardship?

Those students did resort to trickery.

But these eleven or twelve-year-old children hadn't committed any major mistakes.

To impart knowledge and nurture talent, to teach and educate.

Shouldn't these students have their thoughts corrected and their attitudes straightened?

Being able to carve a stone into a priceless work of art is the mark of a truly capable teacher.

A sculpture made of gold is valuable because of the gold itself.

It could only be said that Shrek was lucky ten thousand years ago to recruit such excellent students under those conditions, even finding a food-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power. The principals of other schools would probably cry themselves to sleep if they knew.

From ten thousand years ago to the present, and even ten thousand years into the future, in the era of the Ultimate Douluo, Shrek Academy almost monopolized high-quality students. Schools worldwide desperately supplied their top students to Shrek Academy. While it wasn't as exaggerated now, it wasn't far off. This was precisely what gave Zhou Yi and the freshman assessments the capital to screen talent further, beyond the strict enrollment requirements.

Never mind, it has nothing to do with him. Whatever Zhou Yi's mistakes, they were towards others. In the original work, she was quite good to Huo Yuhao, recommending him to Fan Yu. She was also fiercely protective.

An Zhen's peripheral vision caught a figure.

"Teacher, I'm going to say a few words to my Grandfather," An Zhen reported.

"Mm."

Mu Jin nodded lightly. Although it was class time, the teacher was very lenient with outstanding students.

However, wasn't An Zhen's background listed as an orphan? How could he have a grandfather at the academy?

"Grandfather."

An Zhen, leaving the group, trotted over to the old man enjoying the sun, the young man, who respected elders and loved the young, reaching out to gently massage the old man's arm and shoulder.

"What is it?"

The old man smiled at the solicitous young man beside him.

"Grandfather, we're going to fight later."

"Mm."

"The Senior Disciple calls you Xuan Ancestor, so you must be a very powerful Soul Master. Can I use my second Soul Skill on you to copy your Martial Soul?"

Although An Zhen could have quietly used it on this person in the virtual world, just like when he copied Zhang Lexuan before, once he used it, everyone would likely guess that his second Soul Skill could copy others' Martial Souls. Secretly using a Soul Skill on someone was a very rude act, especially if discovered.

Second Soul Skill: Imprint.

First Soul Skill: Reflection.

Reflection can create a reflection of a person, and naturally, it can also reflect the Martial Soul alone.

Imprinting a Martial Soul, or even a Soul Ring, and reflecting it onto oneself.

Theoretically, An Zhen could directly reflect the full strength of the person he imprinted. However, it was fine for one or two rings. Three rings were strenuous to maintain for a few minutes, requiring recovery afterward. Four rings resulted in serious injury, and five rings would cause him to faint directly.

It was a method of combat for An Zhen.

Directly using his Martial Soul world could not only resolve fights quickly but also had a certain flair. However, showing off in front of others came at a price.

"Okay."

A golden Soul Ring lit up.

Holy Light Dragon, got it!

A super Martial Soul.

A super Martial Soul that surpassed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and the Xuanming Turtle.

In the virtual world, an old man with white hair, frail and in his twilight years, sat with his eyes closed in a wheelchair, like a sleeping giant dragon at the apex of the world.

"Thank you, Grandfather."

"Um, is there anything small I can do for you, junior?" An Zhen asked somewhat sheepishly.

"Can you use the copied Martial Soul?" Mu En asked slowly.

"Mm."

"I heard you beat up one of the Twin Stars of the Outer Court earlier." The old man seemed to recall something amusing, a kindly smile on his face. "Then use this Martial Soul to beat up the other one."

"Understood!"

Beibei, these are your great-grandfather's words. I'm respecting my elders and showing kindness to the young.

But I'll need to plan carefully before fighting Beibei. After all, I can't go too hard, or it won't just be the other party getting hurt, I'll get hurt too.

Mu En is a very good elder.

Just like in the original story, after personally going to the far north to confirm that Huo Yuhao's Martial Soul wasn't an Ice Scorpion but an Ice Emperor Scorpion, he didn't interrogate him. Instead, he taught him well.

An Zhen arrived at the Battle Soul Arena in a good mood.

The Battle Soul Arena is a dedicated combat venue for Shrek students. Although there's a fee each time, there are teachers serving as referees and logistics staff for healing. Here, students can fight to their heart's content, with the teachers as referees responsible for gauging the intensity. It seems to be a continuation of Flender's tradition of making the Shrek Seven Devils compete in the Douluo Arena to earn badges for graduation. Higher-grade students also need to earn enough points here to advance.

"I thought you ran away." The charming and innocent red dragon girl dashed in front of An Zhen.

"I wouldn't dare skip class."

The young man, half a head taller than Wu Feng, sized up the girl in front of him thoughtfully.

"What are you doing?"

"I suddenly think Wu Feng, you're quite good-looking." An Zhen said sincerely.

"You don't say!"

Stomping her foot, the girl, her cheeks slightly flushed, turned to leave. Then, she suddenly turned back, tilting her fair chin up, a smug smile curving her lips. "No, are you trying to butter me up?"

She looked as if she had seen through his little trick.

So naive.

Even cuter.

Just a bit slow, though.

"Think whatever you want."

This girl, I don't know if it's arrogance or genuine slowness.

"Hmph, hmph."

With her arms crossed, the red dragon girl pointed to an empty arena beside them. "Hurry up."

On the high platform, Mu Jin was chatting with a man of medium build, black hair, glasses, and appearing to be around thirty. His light purple eyes sparkled with wisdom.

"I heard from the director that Teacher Mu Jin's class has a student with a very special Martial Soul."

"Teacher Wang Yan is probably talking about An Zhen. The records say it's 'World,' but I'm not sure of the specifics. After all, students have the right to keep their Martial Soul and Soul Skill confidential."

Mu Jin, who was conversing with him, suddenly's eyes lit up. "An Zhen is here."

"Oh?"

Wang Yan followed Mu Jin's gaze and saw a handsome black-haired young man and a short-haired red girl standing in the center of the arena.

"You can still surrender now." The arrogant girl said, arms crossed, resting on her chest. As her arms pressed against her uniform, the slightly tight school uniform outlined a beautiful curve.

Very "arrogant."

"Go for it."

An Zhen blinked, encouraging her.

"Retreat to the corner of the arena. You can only release your Martial Soul when I say start." Mu Jin's figure descended from the high platform, holding a lesson plan in one hand and a pen in the other, ready to take notes.

Both of them retreated simultaneously.

"Douluo, begin!"

"Roar!"

A roar filled with ferocity erupted, and at the same time, a wave of heat tinged with red light surged from Wu Feng's body. In an instant, the girl's delicate frame suddenly grew larger, tearing her school uniform and revealing the black bodysuit underneath. It was a one-piece suit, likely with another layer or more underneath, without revealing anything indecent.

A red halo covered her skin, and dense red dragon scales spread from the side of her face to her left arm and hand, looking like a ball of flame.

Two golden-yellow Soul Rings rose from her feet and lit up one after another.

"First Soul Skill, Dragon's Fire."

"Second Soul Skill, Dragon's Fury."

Blazing flames burned on her left arm. Her slender, powerful legs stomped heavily on the ground, and she shot out like an arrow released from a bow. The flames burning in her crimson eyes seemed to overflow, with lava-like flowing patterns appearing on her fair cheeks.

Billowing heatwaves washed over them.

"An Zhen, I won't hold back!"

A mere hundred meters was less than two breaths for her.

"Mm."

The handsome young man still wore that smiling expression. Sunlight shone on his face, as if the Son of Light had arrived with the dawn.

"Roar!"

A high-pitched dragon's roar echoed.

Sacred, majestic.

Warm sunlight seemed to envelop every student's heart at that moment, making them instinctively feel a desire to worship the King of Light.

"This is!"

Wang Yan stood up, his expression agitated, his eyes fixed on the figure bathed in sunlight, almost rushing down to the arena.

"Light... Holy Light Dragon!"

His jet-black hair shimmered with golden spiritual light under the sun, dancing without wind. A gentle smile graced his handsome face, warm and radiant. Platinum scales appeared as if crafted from the finest spiritual jade in the world.

The sun seemed to rise behind him.

First Soul Skill, Holy Light Dragon Claw.

A golden Soul Ring lit up, and the hand that transformed into a dragon claw seemed to grasp a ball of light.

"What's going on!"

Wu Feng felt her heart tremble. Her Red Dragon, which had always been invincible against other Martial Souls, seemed to have encountered a superior being and felt fear.

"I will win!"

She forcibly drove her Martial Soul, suppressing the so-called fear. The ferocious dragon claw, burning with flames, directly met the ball of light.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided.

"Pfft—"

The light and the counterforce directly pierced the girl's arm. Her originally rosy cheeks instantly turned pale, and her eyes, which had seemed to burn with flames, dimmed slightly.

"The gap between the Martial Souls is too large."

Wang Yan, having calmed down slightly, gently shook his head. "With similar Soul Power, two against one with amplified Soul Skills cannot bridge the gap between the Red Dragon and the Holy Light Dragon."

This chapter is a bit serious; the next will be a bit "happier."