Firepower Overload

Chapter 33: Firepower Barrage

He soothed the two worried girls, assuring them he was fine and had no problems. He made more promises that such a thing would never happen again and agreed to explain properly when they returned.

"Honestly, hugging and kissing in public."

Breaking free from his embrace, the young lady pouted haughtily, but then she wondered why there was a faint fragrance just now.

"Mmm."

Huo Yutong's cheeks were flushed. In her excitement, she hadn't realized they were in a public place.

An Zhen looked at the onlookers who were spectating.

Before the angry young woman could step forward to accuse the scumbag of dating two girls, An Zhen smiled at the refined young man and asked, "Beibei, is Zhang Lexuan your sister?"

"? Yes."

The refined young man nodded slightly, surprised that An Zhen knew this. Yesterday, Xuan Lao had found him and asked him to tell Wang Dong and Huo Yutong that An Zhen was fine. He had learned that Wang Dong was actually a woman. Xuan Lao's explanation at the time was that An Zhen was cultivating in the inner courtyard, and he hadn't revealed anything else.

"!"

The petite young woman stared at her boyfriend in surprise. "Beibei, is Senior Sister your sister?!"

She had never known this before.

"Yes."

"Then it makes sense."

An Zhen took a step forward, smiling at the refined young man before him, and said loudly, "Your Xuan Ancestor wants me to beat you up."

An Zhen was here to complete the task assigned by the elder.

Tang Ya: ?

Students eating: ?

As one of the Twin Stars of the Outer Court, unlike the other sycophant, the refined and handsome young man was considered a perfect senior by everyone. He naturally attracted a lot of attention in the Canteen.

Suddenly, a slightly younger-looking youth said he was going to beat him up.

"It seems to be the class monitor of Class 9, the freshman who made the entire first-year class compete so intensely."

"Who?"

"The freshman who defeated Xu Sanshi."

"I heard he made him kneel and beg for mercy, crying rivers of tears."

"I heard he also took all of Xu Sanshi's money, forcing him to work as a waiter in an outside restaurant."

"No, I heard he also snatched Jiang Nannan."

"No way!"

"Keep your voice down, be careful he doesn't snatch you."

"It's over, it's over! How can we be bullied by freshmen after moving up to the senior years!"

An Zhen: ?

Who was spreading these rumors?

When did he rob someone?

When did he snatch Jiang Nannan?

He shot a glare at the commotion in the crowd and then looked at Beibei, shrugging helplessly. "I can't help it, it's a request from the elders."

"Let's go." Beibei said with a wry smile.

Could it be that his Xuan Ancestor thought he had been too idle lately?

"Beibei, why do I feel like you're hiding a lot of things from me?" Tang Ya stared at the refined young man suspiciously.

Beibei didn't know how to explain.

He knew Tang Ya was a girl with immense pride, preferring to work part-time rather than accept his financial support. This was why he had always hidden his background.

"It's that old man sunbathing in front of the freshman dormitory building. I often hear the old man mumbling about his great-grandson and great-granddaughter-in-law." An Zhen interjected at the right moment. (Chapter 184 of the original work states that Mu En was not only present during the first few days of school but also usually at the entrance of the freshman dormitory building.)

"The old grandpa at the dormitory building is Senior Brother's Xuan Ancestor?" Huo Yutong was shocked.

An Zhen caught a hint of surprise in Beibei's eyes. "Beibei, you haven't gone to see him, have you? He's always resting there when the sun is out."

"What great-granddaughter-in-law!" The shy young woman stomped her foot, completely forgetting her earlier intention to scold the scumbag.

Beibei's elder was actually so close to them.

The words "meeting the parents" echoed in the young woman's mind.

"I usually don't pay much attention to the freshman dormitory building area." The refined young man rubbed his nose awkwardly.

The group soon arrived at the Battle Soul Arena.

One of the Outer Court's Twin Stars was challenged by a freshman.

Perhaps students who knew the abilities of the Twin Stars would consider this an act of overestimating oneself.

But what if this freshman had already beaten up the other Gemini Star before this?

After being spread by some gossiping students, a large number of students who heard the news rushed towards the Battle Soul Arena.

Did a freshman step on the Gemini Stars to dominate the Shrek outer court?

Or would the thunderous Beibei defend the dignity belonging to a senior?

"A freshman challenging the outer court's Gemini Stars?"

A blonde freshman, with a black-haired cat-eared woman on his arm, showed a hint of arrogance on his face.

"Zhu Lu, let's go, let's go take a look."

"First-year An Zhen challenging fourth-year Beibei, you all know the rules, are you ready?"

Beibei and An Zhen nodded lightly, retreating to opposite sides of the arena.

"It's over, it's over."

Tang Ya, just recovering from the matter of meeting parents, suddenly remembered something else and looked at Huo Yutong with some worry.

"Will An Zhen use that kind of method like he did to Xu Sanshi before?" Her Beibei is so handsome, how could he eat dirt in public like that old turtle Xu Sanshi.

"He probably won't."

Huo Yutong felt that her brother An Zhen was such a gentle person and had no enmity with their senior brother, so he probably wouldn't use that kind of method on both of them.

"Wang Dong, you—"

"Yutong!"

Wang Dong suddenly interrupted Huo Yutong, her dreamy pink-blue eyes looking seriously at Huo Yutong, "Did you smell it before? An Zhen seems to have a faint fragrance on him."

"Did brother An Zhen use perfume?"

"What perfume would a grown man like him use? I mean, is he seeing other women behind our backs... behind your back!"

Wang Dong said with a serious expression.

"Brother An Zhen isn't that kind of person."

Wang Dong opened her mouth, but said nothing.

What could she say?

Should I say that while you practice the core magic circle and the Tang Sect ultimate skills every night, I'm kissing and hugging with An Zhen, even using my feet.

"Hoo~"

To be honest, Beibei felt a little uncertain.

He really didn't know much about An Zhen's Martial Soul and Soul Skill.

Even the Xu Sanshi, who had strong defense, ended up like that. If it were him...

Beibei remembered An Zhen's retreat at the beginning of the fight with Xu Sanshi. Did that ability require a wind-up?

"The match begins!"

Blue lightning appeared, and Beibei's right arm rapidly expanded and enlarged, as if scales made of lightning were attached to it. Blue electric light surged behind him, and the entire person charged out like a bolt of lightning.

"Roar~"

A high and sacred dragon's roar sounded.

Platinum scales attached to An Zhen's right arm. The platinum radiance was like the descent of the sun, making the young man appear as if the son of light had descended.

Yellow, Yellow, Purple.

Second Soul Skill, Light Breath.

(Mu En is the Holy Light Dragon, not a mutated Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. It does not have the lightning attribute. Refer to the mercy Soul Skill of the Holy Light Dragon in Dou San.)

"!"

The shocked eyes of the refined young man reflected the illusory, sacred, and majestic giant dragon head.

Holy Light Dragon!

Does An Zhen have Twin Martial Souls?

Beibei had no time to think too much. He understood the power of the Holy Light Dragon too well. It was a being that surpassed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. The first yellow and the third purple Soul Ring among the three Soul Rings of yellow, yellow, and purple lit up almost simultaneously.

The roar of lightning exploded on his body. Amidst a burst of intense blue-purple electric light, the scales that originally only covered his right arm instantly spread to other parts of his body, and his aura instantly surged.

At the same time, a giant lightning dragon claw condensed in his hand.

The young man bathed in light slowly raised his head. The giant dragon head also lifted. A point of platinum condensed in front of An Zhen's mouth. The next moment, the light of the dawn brought unparalleled destructive power. The dragon's breath met the blue-purple dragon claw, and the platinum light directly enveloped the lightning figure.

Light Breath, maximum power.

"Boom!"

The blue-purple figure was like a person blocking a chariot. In an instant, the blue-purple light suddenly surged, directly blocking the torrent of light. With a clumsy left leap, he dodged the direct path of the breath. What puzzled Beibei was that after he continued to dodge, the breath did not pursue him. Instead, it moved in the opposite direction to Beibei while shooting straight towards the other end of the arena.

The Battle Soul Arena was eerily quiet.

The students stared blankly at the hundred-meter-long gouge marks on the arena floor, a large section of which had been completely plowed over.

Was this the destructive power of a freshman?

"As expected."

The young man, arms crossed, looked with satisfaction at the marks he'd left. "All fear comes from insufficient firepower. This is what a real battle should look like."

The referee: ?

Beibei: ?

The audience: ?

The ground: ?

Was your opponent the arena itself?

No, you clearly could change direction while attacking. Why did you attack the opposite direction of your opponent?

"Beibei, are you going to surrender?"

"I should be the one saying that."

Beibei looked at the ruined arena with some helplessness. Even the Holy Light Dragon Martial Soul wouldn't have much Soul Power left now.

Was this intentional, letting him win?

The young man before them was in a sorry state, his bangs gone, his clothes tattered. In the eyes of the audience, and even the referee, the situation seemed clear. They admitted that An Zhen's previous attacks were indeed powerful, but it was already incredible for a Soul Elder to withstand such expenditure.

One was battered but his aura hadn't diminished much.

The other appeared to have everything under control, but was likely putting on a brave face.

"You think I'm out of Soul Power?"

An Zhen raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You still have some?" Beibei was surprised.

"Beibei, how can you make such a rash judgment without even sensing the opponent's Martial Soul?"

The smiling young man tilted his chin up. "My Martial Soul is the world, not the Holy Light Dragon."

Why did An Zhen waste so much Soul Power just now? Because he had the capital and the qualification to do so.

With the virtual world, An Zhen could have honed his martial skills like that sword fanatic Ji Juechen. But An Zhen was lazy. Compared to defeating opponents through technique, he preferred simple, brutal crushing. The world should be like this, crushed by absolute power.

"Roar!"

A divine and majestic dragon head of light appeared, and a point of platinum light condensed between An Zhen's teeth.

Fire!

A proper chapter, just like I am proper.

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