Revenge

Tuo Yin.

NPC doll.

Theoretically, an NPC doll was another virtual person without consciousness. Even after being given virtual consciousness, it was difficult to distinguish it from a real person.

Like a mirror, reflecting another you from another world.

A Golden Yellow Soul Ring lit up.

Under the gazes of everyone from Soul Masters to Ultimate Douluos, a figure seemingly formed of light slowly appeared behind An Zhen. What kind of figure was that? Black hair was lifted by waves of light, and golden Spiritual Light shimmered in eyes filled with the confidence of one who held everything in hand. Ambitious and in the prime of youth, he was an unparalleled prodigy.

"Teacher!"

Yan Shaozhe, standing on the high platform, could not help crying out in shock. Though he had never seen his teacher in this form, the familiar feeling let him recognize him at a glance.

"Martial Uncle?!"

In a corner of the examination area, the slovenly old man stared blankly at the phantom. The chicken leg in his hand fell straight to the ground, as though it had reminded him of his own youth.

"What an extraordinary little fellow."

A kind, radiant smile appeared on the old man's face as Tang Ya pushed him along.

The phantom in his prime took a step forward and merged into An Zhen's body. An illusory face was reflected over the young man's features. The next instant, it was as if something within heaven and earth exploded with a boom. As practiced as if he had done it tens of thousands of times already, surging Spiritual Power gathered like a tide upon the platinum dragon claw holding the light.

"Roar!"

The illusory Hell White Tiger let out an angry roar. Its eyes brimmed with fury, yet its tail involuntarily curled inward.

Use your soul skill!

In all his more than ten years of life, the arrogant and prideful Dai Huabin had never experienced such unwillingness and humiliation. Against the Martial Soul Fusion Skill his White Tiger family took such pride in, his opponent had not even considered using a soul skill. What enraged him even more was that fear and the urge to retreat had truly arisen in his heart.

No, impossible!

"They've lost," Yan Shaozhe said softly.

The enormous black-and-white tiger had already lost the bearing of the king of beasts. This was not a dying counterattack, but a final struggle before death.

The platinum dragon claw met the massive tiger claw.

"Boom!"

It was not the shockwave of two powerful opponents clashing.

It was a completely one-sided crushing defeat.

The Hell White Tiger flying backward dissolved in midair. Two figures crashed heavily to the ground like dead dogs. Zhu Lu spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted. At the final moment, she had taken on more of the attack herself.

"Phew..."

An Zhen took a deep breath.

The bearing of a sovereign faded away, replaced by a roguish smile on the handsome young man's face.

Using Mu En's NPC doll, he had unleashed Ruler of the World once.

Honestly, he had not learned it.

He needed to deal with his emotional state later. He had gone a little too far just to put on a show.

"The match is over!"

Du Weilun stared at the sole young man still standing in the arena. Had that final attack been a Self-Created Soul Skill that fused Spiritual Power into a physical attack? And who was that figure?

"Wow!"

Cheers erupted from the spectator stands!

Praise for the victor!

Worship for the strong!

"I haven't lost yet!"

An discordant roar rang out.

Blood ran down from Dai Huabin's forehead. Looking like a ferocious evil ghost, Dai Huabin staggered to his feet and roared at Du Weilun, "I can still stand! I still have Soul Power! I'm still inside the arena!"

"Why are you declaring me the loser?!"

Du Weilun frowned slightly and gestured for the teacher beside him to take Zhu Lu away.

The cheers from the stands also came to a halt.

He actually dared to roar at the director of instruction. Was this guy out of his mind?

"Director Du, I think Dai's argument is perfectly reasonable," An Zhen suddenly said.

"I am committed to making sure everyone who fights my students loses without any complaints in the end."

Du Weilun glanced at Dai Huabin, whose expression looked as though he would devour him if he refused, then said coldly, "Since it is your wish, continue."

How utterly ungrateful.

"An Zhen!"

Dai Huabin staggered forward. One arm hung limply at his side, while he barely managed to raise the other into a fist.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

An Zhen answered Dai Huabin with two slaps.

Perfectly symmetrical, left and right.

Dai Huabin did indeed still have Soul Power, but the Spiritual Power ravaging his body and soul prevented him from even using Martial Soul Possession. He was supporting his already severely weakened body solely through sheer hatred.

Aunt Huo must have been in so much pain back then.

The thought suddenly crossed An Zhen's mind.

A pale hand seized Dai Huabin's bleeding arm and yanked him toward An Zhen. His other fist slammed viciously into Dai Huabin's chest.

One punch, and he could no longer get back up.

An Zhen dragged Dai Huabin like a dead dog and threw him outside the arena.

"Team An Zhen wins. With no other teams issuing challenges, they advance directly to the final four."

Du Weilun announced the long-decided result.

An Zhen watched as the unconscious Dai Huabin was carried away for treatment.

He went to the restroom.

Following Electrolux's instructions, he used a towel to absorb the blood on his arm.

A wisp of gray aura, imperceptible to ordinary people, drifted from between An Zhen's brows.

"Done." The aged voice sounded somewhat weak. "According to this world's supernatural Martial Soul system, once this is burned with flames, the curse within will cause the essence of his Martial Soul to continuously drain away."

"Thank you for the trouble, Teacher."

"It is nothing. An aura of light is probing over here. Put it away."

An Zhen stored the towel in the golden bracelet Ning Tian had given him, a storage Soul Tool with considerable internal space—fifty-two cubic meters. Ning Tian and Wu Feng each had one too, silver and bronze respectively. They were matching couple's items. His explanation to the two girls was that it was payment from Ning Tian.

An Zhen planned to let Yutong handle the final step with the towel.

Revenge was better taken personally.

"An Zhen!"

A girl's fragrance rushed toward him. The Golden-Haired Young Miss nestled against An Zhen's chest. Ning Tian blinked, and affection filled her azure eyes.

"Was I impressive?"

"Really impressive!"

A four-ringed Soul Ancestor, and a punch that directly shattered the Hell White Tiger—it had truly taken Ning Tian by surprise, the pleasant kind of surprise.

Ning Tian did not ask what grudge An Zhen had with Dai Huabin. A smart girl knew that even married couples needed some private space, much less when their relationship had not yet reached that stage. For a prodigy like An Zhen, Ning Tian knew how to make him like her more.

"Nine Treasures Pavilion?"

An Zhen said with a smile.

"I know."

Ning Tian shyly turned her face away. Naturally, she knew what An Zhen meant. After leaving a mark on his face, the girl left his warm embrace.

"Wu Feng."

An Zhen looked at the girl in the knee-length black silk skirt beside him.

"Big pervert."

With flushed cheeks, the Red Dragon Girl stepped forward and left a mark on An Zhen's other cheek.

Such a tsundere.

He found Wang Dong and Huo Yutong.

To be safe, he pulled them into the Virtual World.

"Sorry, An Zhen. I misunderstood you before."

Huo Yutong explained things to Wang Dong.

The beautiful girl with pink-blue hair and white socks lightly kicked An Zhen's calf with the sole of her foot.

An Zhen understood.

"Brother An Zhen!"

A little blue-haired cutie leaped straight into An Zhen's arms, wrapping both arms around his neck. Her cherry lips awkwardly pressed against the corner of his mouth. After searching for the right position, she took his lips between hers.

A kiss between friends.

Somehow, she felt a little better inside.

Watching the young man and girl embrace and kiss, Wang Dong thought so.

A moment later.

"Mmm."

The bold girl shyly lowered her head, her petite body curling up in An Zhen's arms.

"Little Yutong, the reward in the Virtual World isn't enough, you know~" An Zhen said with a smile.

"Mm~" Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but to An Zhen, it was incomparably clear.

"Alright, now let's talk about something else."

An Zhen brought up the matter of placing the curse.

"Yutong, that's exactly what should be done. That beast completely deserves it!"

Wang Dong said with an angry expression. He had ordered his subordinates to beat a defenseless mother and daughter like that. Other people's lives meant nothing to him, so his own life should mean nothing too.

Huo Yutong looked toward An Zhen.

"A blood debt must naturally be repaid!"

An Zhen crouched halfway down and looked into the eyes of the loli before him. "Duchess White Tiger bullied you and your mother. She deserves to die. Dai Huabin scorned human life and ordered his subordinates to beat Aunt Huo unconscious. He deserves death. Those guards beat you to please their master, so naturally they must pay the price for doing such things to please him."

"We will not implicate innocent people. We are merely making the wicked receive punishment and avenging our grievances."

"Yutong, you have a bright future ahead of you. Aunt Huo's spirit in heaven surely wants you to be happier too. We will take revenge, but do not let the past become the shadow over your entire life. Leave the past behind. I will accompany you into the future."

"Brother An Zhen..."

The teary-eyed girl looked at An Zhen before her.

"And me, and me!"

Wang Dong'er stepped forward and took Huo Yutong's arm. "I'll always stay by Yutong's side too."

"Brother An Zhen, Wang Dong, thank you."

Huo Yutong reached out and embraced them both, and the three hugged together.

Reality.

After Electrolux confirmed that no powerful person was watching, An Zhen used his Fire Dragon Martial Soul to condense a ball of flame. Huo Yutong held the towel and threw it into the fire, her brilliant eyes staring blankly as it burned to ashes.

"Done."

An Zhen stood up. "Yutong, that guy is now just a little stone you kicked aside. Turn the page on him, then watch the future of that clown unfold."

"Mm."

The girl nodded heavily, as though part of the heavy shackles in her heart had been lifted. A sincere smile appeared on her adorable face.

Mom, did you see? Yutong met very good people.

"Phew..."

Seeing the happy girl, An Zhen let out a breath. The hatred in Yutong's heart had placed a great deal of pressure on her, even burying some extreme negative emotions deep within her heart.

He would handle the revenge. His Yutong only needed to be happy.

Huo Yutong and Wang Dong still had matches today.

An Zhen headed to the Nine Treasures Pavilion. He skillfully greeted the receptionist, then made his way to the top floor. Just as he entered the girl's private room, the sound of splashing water reached his ears.

"Feng Mei's feet are so springy. No wonder An Zhen likes them so much."

"Mmm, Young Master..."

"Feng Mei feels so soft to hug."

"Feng Mei's thighs are so plump. No wonder An Zhen often rests his head on them."

An Zhen needed to replenish his emotions.