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After reassuring the two worried girls that he was perfectly fine and there was nothing wrong with him, he made another round of promises that this would never happen again and agreed to explain everything properly once they got back.

"Honestly, hugging and cuddling in public like that."

Breaking free from the boy's embrace, the young lady grumbled huffily. Still, why had there seemed to be a faint fragrance just now?

"Mmph."

Huo Yutong's cheeks were bright red. She had gotten carried away and forgotten that this was a public place.

An Zhen looked at the man and woman standing nearby, watching the show.

Before the furious girl could come over and condemn this two-timing scumbag, An Zhen smiled at the refined young man. "Beibei, is Zhang Lexuan your sister?"

"? Yes."

The refined young man nodded lightly, somewhat surprised that An Zhen knew about this. Yesterday, Xuan Zi had found him and asked him to tell Wang Dong and Huo Yutong that An Zhen was fine. He had learned then that Wang Dong was actually a girl. Xuan Zi had only said that An Zhen was cultivating in the Inner Court and told him nothing else.

"!"

The petite girl stared at her boyfriend in shock. "Beibei, Senior Sister is your sister?!"

She had never known about this.

"Yes."

"Then that settles it."

An Zhen stepped forward, smiling brightly at the refined young man as he announced loudly, "Your great-grandfather told me to beat you up."

An Zhen had come to complete the task the old man had assigned him.

Tang Ya:?

Students eating nearby:?

As one of the Outer Court Twin Stars, unlike that other simp, the refined and handsome young man was the perfect senior in everyone's eyes. Naturally, he drew plenty of attention in the cafeteria.

Yet now, a slightly younger-looking boy had suddenly declared that he wanted to beat him up.

"Isn't that the Class Nine freshman monitor who made the entire first year start grinding like crazy?"

"Who?"

"The freshman who beat Xu Sanshi."

"I heard he beat him until he knelt and begged for mercy, crying his eyes out."

"I heard he even took all of Xu Sanshi's money and forced him to work at a restaurant outside the academy, serving dishes."

"No, I heard he even stole Jiang Nannan away."

"Holy crap!"

"Keep your voice down, or he'll come steal you too."

"We're done for! Are we seriously going to get bullied by freshmen once we move up a grade?!"

An Zhen:?

Who was spreading these rumors?

When had he robbed anyone?

When had he stolen Jiang Nannan?

After glaring at the restless crowd nearby, An Zhen looked at Beibei and spread his hands helplessly. "Can't help it. It's an elder's request."

"Let's go." Beibei gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Had his great-grandfather thought he had been taking it too easy lately?

"Beibei, why do I feel like you've been hiding a lot from me?" Tang Ya eyed the refined young man suspiciously.

Beibei did not know how to explain.

He knew Tang Ya was a girl with immense pride. She would rather work than accept his financial support. That was why he had always concealed his family background.

"It's the old man who sunbathes in front of the freshman dorms. I often heard him talking about his great-grandson and great-granddaughter-in-law," An Zhen explained at just the right moment.

"The old grandpa in front of the dorms is Eldest Senior Brother's great-grandfather?" Huo Yutong was stunned.

An Zhen caught a flicker of surprise in Beibei's eyes. "Beibei, don't tell me you've never visited him. Whenever there's sunlight, he rests there every day."

"What do you mean, great-granddaughter-in-law?!" The bashful girl stomped her foot, having completely forgotten that she had been about to condemn a scumbag.

Beibei's elder was actually somewhere so close to them.

The words "meeting the parents" kept echoing through the girl's mind.

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

The group soon arrived at the Battle Soul Arena.

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

Students who knew the Twin Stars' abilities might have considered it overestimating oneself.

But what if this freshman had already given the other Twin Star a brutal beating before this?

As the gossiping students spread the word, large numbers of students who heard the news rushed toward the Battle Soul Arena.

Would the freshman rise by trampling the Twin Stars and dominate the Shrek Outer Court?

Or would Thunderclap Beibei defend the dignity of the upperclassmen?

"A freshman challenging one of the Outer Court Twin Stars?"

A blond freshman with an arrogant expression on his face stood with his arm around a black-haired, cat-eared girl.

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

"First-year An Zhen is challenging fourth-year Beibei. You should both know the rules. Are you ready?"

Beibei and An Zhen nodded lightly, then each retreated to one side of the arena.

"Oh no, oh no."

Tang Ya had just recovered from the shock of meeting the parents when another concern suddenly occurred to her. She looked at Huo Yutong worriedly.

"An Zhen won't use the same method he used on Xu Sanshi, will he?" Her Beibei was so handsome. How could he end up eating dirt in public like that big turtle Xu Sanshi?

"Probably not."

Huo Yutong felt that An Zhen was such a gentle person, and he had no grudge against Eldest Senior Brother. He probably would not use that method.

"Wang Dong, you—"

"Yutong!"

Wang Dong suddenly cut Huo Yutong off. Her pink-blue, dreamlike eyes stared intently at Huo Yutong. "Did you notice before that An Zhen seemed to have a faint fragrance on him?"

"Did An Zhen use perfume?"

"What kind of man uses perfume? I mean, could he have another woman outside... behind our backs—behind your back!"

Wang Dong spoke with a grave expression.

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

Wang Dong opened her mouth, but said nothing.

What could she say?

That while you spent every night engraving core formations and practicing the Tang Sect's secret arts, I was kissing and hugging An Zhen—and even using my feet?

"Phew."

To be honest, Beibei was not very confident.

He truly knew very little about An Zhen's martial soul and soul skills.

Even Xu Sanshi, with his immense defense, had ended up like that. As for him...

Beibei recalled how An Zhen had immediately retreated at the start of his battle with Xu Sanshi. Did that ability require some wind-up time?

"Begin!"

Blue lightning emerged as Beibei's right arm rapidly swelled in size. Scales seemingly formed from lightning covered it, while blue electric light surged behind him. He charged forward like a bolt of lightning.

"Roar—"

A lofty, sacred dragon's roar rang out.

Platinum scales covered An Zhen's right arm. Platinum radiance descended like the sun itself, making the boy seem as though a child of light had arrived in this world.

Yellow, yellow, purple.

Second Soul Skill, Light Breath.

(Mu En possessed the Holy Light Dragon, not a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon that mutated midway. It had no lightning attribute. Refer to Enci's Holy Light Dragon soul skills in Douluo 3.)

"!"

The refined young man's shocked eyes reflected an enormous, illusory dragon head, sacred and majestic.

Holy Light Dragon!

An Zhen had Twin Martial Souls?

Beibei had no time to think further. He understood all too well the power of the Holy Light Dragon. It was an existence above the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Of his three soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple—the first yellow ring and third purple ring lit up almost simultaneously.

Thunder roared around his body. Amid intense blue-violet lightning, the scales that had originally covered only his right arm instantly spread across the rest of his body, and his aura surged sharply in an instant.

At the same time, an enormous lightning dragon claw condensed in his hand.

The boy bathed in light slowly raised his head, and the enormous dragon head rose with him. A point of platinum gathered before An Zhen's mouth. The next moment, the light of dawn unleashed incomparable destructive force. The dragon's breath met the blue-violet dragon claw, and platinum light engulfed that thunderous figure head-on.

Light Breath, maximum output.

Boom!

The blue-violet figure was like an arm trying to stop a carriage. In an instant, blue-violet light erupted, forcibly blocking the torrent of light. With an awkward leap to the left, Beibei escaped the breath's direct path. What puzzled him was that after he continued dodging, the breath did not pursue him. Instead, it moved in the opposite direction while shooting straight toward the other end of the arena.

The Battle Soul Arena was utterly silent.

The students stared blankly at the hundred-meter scar carved across the arena. A huge section of the ground had been plowed apart.

Was this really the destructive power of a freshman?

"As expected."

The boy, arms folded across his chest, looked with satisfaction at the trail he had left behind. "All fear comes from insufficient firepower. This is what battle should look like."

Referee:?

Beibei:?

Spectators:?

Ground:?

Was your opponent the arena?

No, you could clearly change direction while attacking. Why were you attacking in the direction opposite your opponent?

"Beibei, are you going to surrender?"

"I think I should be the one asking that."

Beibei looked helplessly at the ruined arena. Even with the Holy Light Dragon martial soul, he should not have much Soul Power left now, right?

Was he deliberately going easy on him?

The young man was currently in a miserable state. Even the fringe over his forehead was gone, and his clothes were tattered. To the many spectators, and even the referee, the situation seemed very clear. They admitted that An Zhen's previous attack had been incredibly powerful, but for a Soul Elder to withstand that kind of expenditure was already remarkable.

One was battered, but his aura had barely weakened.

The other looked as though everything was entirely under control, but was very likely just putting on a strong front.

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

An Zhen raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You still have some?" Beibei was astonished.

"Beibei, how can you make such a rash judgment without even sensing your opponent's martial soul?"

The smiling boy tilted up his chin. "My martial soul is the World, not the Holy Light Dragon."

Why had An Zhen squandered Soul Power so extravagantly just now? Because he had the capital and qualification to squander it.

With the Virtual World, An Zhen could have honed his skills like that sword fanatic Ji Juechen. But An Zhen was lazy. Compared to defeating his opponent with technique, he preferred simple and brutal suppression. The World ought to be like this—crushing everything with absolute power.

"Roar!"

A sacred and majestic light dragon head appeared, and a point of platinum light condensed at An Zhen's lips.

Fire!

A proper chapter, just like I'm proper.

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