No One Can Refuse the World

The flames extinguished, the light vanished.

A beautiful, delicate body was held by An Zhen as he supported Wu Feng, whose stance was unstable.

One strike to decide the victor.

It wasn't that Wu Feng's strength was so weak she'd be defeated by An Zhen in a single exchange. It was that she chose to use her strongest attack from the start, aiming for a one-hit victory. In such a situation, if she lost, she would not only suffer the backlash of her own attack but also be injured by the opponent's power.

It was either win, a mutual destruction, or be severely wounded.

"Liar."

With her hands on An Zhen's shoulders and her small head pressed against his chest, the girl spoke with a slur due to the blood in her mouth, saying fiercely, "Your Martial Soul isn't the world!"

This was clearly a true dragon whose Martial Soul quality was even higher than hers.

Wu Feng felt she had been deceived.

"I never said my Martial Soul was the Holy Light Dragon."

How could you assume my gender?

He took off his jacket and draped it over the reluctant Wu Feng.

"Liar, I don't want it."

Her arms pushed against An Zhen's chest, but lifting her arms was already a struggle, so she couldn't exert any real force.

"I didn't lie to you. Be good, I'll explain later."

The boy's voice seemed to possess a magical quality. No, it should be said that under the enhancement of the light power, his already irresistible affinity had advanced further.

No creature could resist the closeness of the world.

At such close proximity, the aura of a male of the same kind (dragon) disrupted the Red Dragon girl's senses.

Wu Feng lowered her head, remaining silent, letting him drape the jacket over her and support her.

"Feng Mei!"

Ning Tian descended from the high platform.

A figure appeared beside them at an even faster speed. It was a woman wearing glasses, with emerald green hair and a gentle expression. She raised her hand, and yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black – a textbook six spirit rings – circled her body. A green lotus appeared in her hand. As a hundred-year Soul Ring and a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring lit up, a green light shone on Wu Feng, and a lotus seed was fed into her mouth.

In the blink of an eye, the Red Dragon girl's pale complexion became much rosier.

An Zhen handed the still somewhat weak Wu Feng to Ning Tian. A long trench coat was taken out of a storage Soul Tool by the blonde girl and draped over Wu Feng, concealing her alluring curves.

"Teacher Mu, you've really struck gold this time."

"Luck, luck."

The curly-haired woman was full of smiles.

"Student An Zhen!"

A figure rushed in front of An Zhen at their fastest speed, their eyes and expression filled with excitement. "May I boldly ask, was the Holy Light Dragon just now the ability of your First Soul Skill? Can you replicate other people's Martial Soul?"

Some students might not have noticed, but as teachers, they had all seen a golden Soul Ring light up before the Holy Light Dragon appeared.

"An Zhen," Mu Jin walked forward. "This is Teacher Wang Yan from our Martial Soul department. He possesses extensive knowledge and research experience."

Wang Yan?

An Zhen recalled.

"I can replicate. As for anything else, I cannot disclose it."

"I see."

Wang Yan was regretful. The world Martial Soul written on the file and the Holy Light Dragon that had just appeared – he had never even heard of the former before, and the latter only had some fragmented and simple descriptions in the data.

To him, it was an irresistible temptation.

"Student An Zhen, Teacher Wang Yan has rich theoretical knowledge and can definitely provide immense help for your growth," Mu Jin advised.

"Thank you, both teachers. However, I don't think anyone in this world understands my Martial Soul better than I do," An Zhen knew what the teachers meant.

This was the truth.

The theories for other Martial Souls couldn't be applied to his Martial Soul.

Young and arrogant.

Mu Jin thought so, but it was understandable. This child was indeed a genius; he had the capital for such pride. He would understand the teachers' intentions when he grew up.

"Student An Zhen, you're so amazing."

"Class monitor, are you free for lunch today?"

"Class monitor..."

Handsome, extremely high affinity, coupled with the powerful strength he had just displayed.

In an instant, the boy became popular.

The boys and girls immediately surrounded him. The white moonlight in others' eyes now desperately squeezed towards the boy.

"Quiet."

Mu Jin's voice rang out. "Everyone, sit in your seats and watch the duels between other students. Get to know them. Next group, hurry down."

The scene of the Class One teacher expelling students was still fresh in the students' minds. The crowd that had surrounded An Zhen scattered instantly.

In a corner of the Battle Soul Arena's spectator stands.

After being treated by the healing-type Soul Master and taking the high-grade healing medicine brought by Ning Tian, Wu Feng's injuries had long since stabilized. She would be completely healed with just a little rest.

"How is it?"

An Zhen leaned in with a smile.

"Liar."

The girl in the coat turned her head and threw her jacket at An Zhen.

The blonde girl watched the scene curiously. The young lady was a bit confused by the situation. Was An Zhen very interested in Wu Feng?

"I didn't lie."

Martial Soul Avatar.

Two golden Soul Rings rose, the second and first Soul Rings lighting up in succession.

Scorching sparks fell from the sky, and a wave of heat washed over them. A patch of crimson dragon scales, like burning flames, adorned the corner of the boy's eye. Although he hadn't transformed into a dragon, Wu Feng and Ning Tian naturally recognized this familiar sight at a glance.

"Red Dragon Martial Soul!"

"You—"

Her cherry lips parted, and the charmingly naive Red Dragon girl stared blankly at the Red Dragon boy in front of her.

"An Zhen can copy others' Martial Souls, and even their Soul Skills?" Ning Tian exclaimed. This was excluding the possibility of him simultaneously possessing the Holy Light Dragon and the Red Dragon Martial Soul, as the quality difference between the Twin Martial Souls wasn't that significant.

Moreover, judging by An Zhen's performance in his previous confrontation with Feng Mei, the power of this replication likely hadn't diminished much.

"Mm."

An Zhen nodded lightly.

The two girls were shocked.

It was magical, yet it was happening right before their eyes.

"Then shouldn't someone fulfill their bet now?" The boy looked at the Red Dragon girl with a half-smile. From his standing position looking down, although the alluring white was hidden by the latex suit, the alluring and beautiful curves beneath the coat held a different kind of temptation and beauty.

"If I said I would, I will."

Pulling her coat to cover herself, the usually boisterous and strong Red Dragon girl showed a rare hint of girlish shyness. Perhaps it was the world's tolerance, or perhaps it was the Red Dragon Martial Soul bowing its head when encountering a more powerful dragon Martial Soul.

"I remember the girls' school uniform has a skirt set, right?"

"What do you want to do!" The Red Dragon girl raised her fist. If this guy dared to act indecently, she would bite him even if she couldn't beat him.

An Zhen crouched down, lowered his head, and whispered in the girl's ear.

"That's it?"

Wu Feng's somewhat tense mood instantly relaxed. She had thought it was something improper.

Her slender yet strong calves, encased in black latex, swayed gently. The black latex gleamed brilliantly under the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.

"No problem, I promise."

This chapter is too short. The afternoon chapter will start the classroom mode.