Perfect Ending

Huo Yutong's team and Dai Huabin's team still clashed.

Du Weilun blocked the collision of two Martial Soul Fusion Skills. Unaware of Huo Yutong's team's Martial Soul Fusion Skill ability, he needed to ensure the safety of students from both sides.

A mixed light of blue, purple, and gold shot out, leaving behind a hazy, colorful, and distorted trail wherever it passed. Two yellow, two purple, and four black soul rings – a textbook configuration. A white light wall blocked the three-colored light and the Hell White Tiger's attack without any reflection.

For a moment, the entire arena fell silent.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill versus Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

This year's external academy first-year freshman assessment was undoubtedly spectacular, with three Martial Soul Fusion Skills appearing, and one freshman possessing the power of a ten-thousand-year Soul Ancestor with a Soul Ring.

An Zhen quietly watched Dai Huabin, who had left wounds on Du Weilun's back and was happily celebrating his perceived victory.

Dai Huabin, this is probably the last time you'll use your Hell White Tiger. Remember this failure fondly in the future.

An Zhen walked forward and used the imprint templates from Huo Yutong and Wang Dong that morning to refresh their status.

"Very good, you all did very well."

Du Weilun's voice rang out, the bleeding wound on his back stopped bleeding and began to heal at an extremely fast pace. "To be able to unleash a Martial Soul Fusion Skill at this age..."

Everyone's gaze focused on Du Weilun.

Glancing at the referee nearby who had done nothing, Du Weilun said in a deep voice, "The winner of this match is..." He paused, then pointed his finger at Huo Yutong and the other two. "It's Huo Yutong, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao's team!"

"?"

The entire arena was confused, as they believed the Hell White Tiger had injured Du Weilun.

"Why!"

Dai Huabin, who was being helped up, shouted. "Just because I yelled at you before?"

"An Zhen!"

Dai Huabin noticed the figure that was like a nightmare to him.

"Why!" Zhu Lu couldn't help but question.

"Are you questioning my judgment?" Du Weilun glanced at them and said calmly.

He, Du Weilun, wouldn't hold a grudge against a student. Such a reason for questioning was undoubtedly a negation of his many years as dean.

An Zhen sat on the ground.

Virtual world.

He found the Dai Huabin NPC puppet.

A phantom white tiger appeared.

It should have been the king of beasts, but now its eyes held a sickly weakness.

Return to reality.

Du Weilun had already finished explaining.

A Martial Soul Fusion Skill between a Soul Elder and a Soul Grand Master couldn't penetrate the Soul Power defense of a Soul Douluo because the Golden Road's accuracy was required to produce such an effect. The Hell White Tiger, controlled by Xiao Xiao, couldn't dodge the attack and would be hit head-on, leading to its defeat.

"An Zhen Gege."

Huo Yutong's adorable face appeared in An Zhen's vision.

However, hearing Yutong's male voice, An Zhen found it really strange.

"That Dai Huabin said a lot of harsh things to you when he left."

"Yeah, like a mad dog," Wang Dong described, baring her teeth.

"Just like before, don't pay attention to it."

An Zhen wouldn't bother with a mad, useless person; it would affect his good mood.

He called Wu Feng and Ning Tian, and with Xiao Xiao, the six of them headed directly to the Canteen.

Xiao Xiao knew that her two teammates and An Zhen were close. After all, An Zhen had directly come to the classroom and pulled the two of them into that dream world where they could cultivate while attending class.

Ning Tian and Wu Feng, as well as Huo Yutong and Wang Dong, also knew that the other party could enter the so-called dream world. This was practically known by the entire first-year freshman class, but this was the first time they were sitting together face-to-face.

An Zhen's explanation to Wu Feng and Ning Tian was that they were his friends.

An Zhen's explanation to Yutong and Wang Dong was that they were his teammates.

The young man, with an unperturbed expression, slowly drank his meat soup, even though four out of the five girls sitting there had an unusual relationship with him.

"This afternoon is the final between us," Wang Dong said, waving her fair fists. Her dreamy pink and blue eyes stared suspiciously at An Zhen, who was sitting between Wu Feng and Ning Tian. She somehow felt that these two had an unusual relationship with An Zhen, and she felt like something was looming over her head.

"Have your Martial Soul Fusion Skill recovered?" An Zhen asked calmly.

"Uh..." Wang Dong was momentarily speechless.

The elegant young lady carried herself with grace, but her beautiful sapphire eyes kept glancing at Huo Yutong, who was sitting between the three of them.

"An Zhen Gege."

Ning Tian had heard the way the other party addressed An Zhen.

It was normal for boys to call each other brothers, but shouldn't it be "An Zhen Ge"? "An Zhen Gege," how strange that sounded.

Ning Tian glanced at Huo Yutong again.

Such a cute boy, An Zhen wouldn't have those kinds of hobbies, right?

As the eldest daughter of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Tian was never a flower in a greenhouse. She had to face reality, not beautiful dreams. Although she hadn't seen the dark side of the world firsthand, she had heard plenty about it.

Ning Tian gently tugged on An Zhen's arm, pulling his free hand under the table and placing it on her lap.

"Mmph!"

The blonde young lady suddenly let out a muffled sound.

"Young Master!"

Wu Feng's concerned voice rang out.

"Cough, cough, cough... It's nothing, I just choked."

After a few coughs, Ning Tian, her cheeks slightly flushed, picked up her sweet soup.

Confirmed, An Zhen is still very interested in beautiful girls.

He can't be attracted to both genders, can he?

Xiao Xiao was quietly eating.

The girl's intuition told her the atmosphere felt a little strange.

"Classmate, your name is Xiao Xiao, right?"

An Zhen suddenly spoke after finishing his meal.

"Ah? Yes!"

The petite and cute girl, while not possessing stunning beauty, exuded a neighborly innocence and liveliness. Her delicate features were very pleasing to the eye, and her forest-green hair evoked the tranquility of a forest. Her single ponytail rested on her right shoulder.

The girl was a little nervous—uncomfortable facing someone of the opposite sex she admired.

The handsome young man's smile was too approachable.

And his mysterious, powerful strength, his king-like demeanor that defeated Hell White Tiger with a casual strike.

For a teenage girl, he was like walking hormones.

"Stop daydreaming!"

Wang Dong slapped Xiao Xiao on the shoulder.

Xiao Xiao, what are you fantasizing about my boyfriend for!

"Ah!"

Xiao Xiao was startled.

"I'm not daydreaming!"

Xiao Xiao came to her senses and found that An Zhen and the other two had already left.

"Wang Dong, this is a normal manifestation of a girl's adolescence," Xiao Xiao retorted, trying to justify herself.

"Oh, right." With her slender legs stepping in white ankle boots, Xiao Xiao asked, "You're all so close with An Zhen, does he have a girl he likes? What type of girl does he like?"

"Naturally, he likes..." With her arms crossed, Wang Dong, An Zhen's first confessed girlfriend in the truest sense, was about to describe her own characteristics. Her dreamy eyes suddenly swept over Huo Yutong, and she quickly changed her tune, "Cute girls. That's right, he likes cute types."

"Oh~"

Xiao Xiao nodded gently, her eyes lighting up. "That's exactly my type!"

"Wang Dong, why don't you help me~"

Wang Dong was stunned, then suddenly remembered that Xiao Xiao was also a petite and cute girl.

"No!" Wang Dong instinctively refused.

"Wang Dong, can you bear to let your friend be single?"

Wang Dong, can you bear to let your boyfriend be single?

This was what Wang Dong heard.

"I won't interfere with my friend's choices," Wang Dong found an excuse for herself.

"An Zhen's charm is really great,"

Ning Tian said with a smile. She wasn't surprised by this. He was too outstanding, so outstanding that he eclipsed the brilliance of all stars like the great sun in the sky.

Fortunately, I made my move early.

"Can't be helped, he's just good-looking."

"What a thick skin," Wu Feng quipped.

The first match in the afternoon determined third and fourth place.

Dai Huabin's team versus Huang Chutian's team.

Huang Chutian's timing was perfect.

He unleashed Hell White Tiger in the morning, and in the afternoon, without his trump card Martial Soul Fusion Skill, he encountered Heavenly Net. Although Dai Huabin's team had the mental skill of charm, the gap was too vast compared to the soul shock brought by a million-year Soul Ring. With Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu controlled, defeat was inevitable. Dai Huabin fought back desperately, but suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, ultimately losing and taking fourth place.

Newcomer Assessment Finals.

"I won't use Holy Light Dragon Martial Soul," An Zhen suddenly said.

"I don't need you to go easy on me."

With her hands on her hips, Wang Dong refused to accept such behavior.

"No."

An Zhen gently shook his head. "On the contrary, I hope you all use your full strength. I will too!"

"Of course."

Wang Dong nodded seriously. This would be a passionate battle.

An Zhen looked at Huo Yutong, and the little cutie nodded earnestly.

"Prepare!"

Du Weilun appeared on the stage.

The two teams retreated to opposite sides of the arena.

" Xuan Lao."

A disheveled old man, gnawing on a chicken leg, suddenly appeared on the high platform.

"I'll come take a look."

"There shouldn't be any surprises in this match, right?"

Not only did Yan Shaozhe think so, but almost all the students and teachers present also thought the same. It wasn't just because of An Zhen's previous punch that disintegrated Hell White Tiger; their learned knowledge clearly told them it was impossible to use Martial Soul Fusion Skill multiple times in one day at this stage.

"I just have a feeling this kid might pull something off."

"?"

" An Zhen."

Ning Tian looked at An Zhen.

"Watch my performance."

The young man wore a brilliant smile.

"Begin!"

The young man charged out.

Light Goddess Butterfly spread its wings, and Wang Dong dashed forward.

"Wuwu~"

The sound of a flute rang out.

An Zhen's speed decreased.

At the same time, a strange mental power lingered in An Zhen's mind, but it was dispelled in an instant.

Mental interference.

Huo Yutong knew how powerful An Zhen's Soul Power was; soul shock was self-harm.

"Not bad."

An Zhen praised.

A round, golden Soul Ring lit up.

Two almost identical phantom figures appeared behind An Zhen, emitting a deep blue halo. His three thousand strands of hair stood on end, turning into crystal-clear blue.

The two beautiful girls in the audience gasped, their cherry-like mouths wide open.

" Heavenly Net!"

Xiao Xiao exclaimed!

Huo Yutong suddenly had a bad feeling.

Brother An Zhen isn't going to...

The blue net of hair continuously compressed their space to move. This time, Huo Yutong couldn't unleash soul shock.

"Even though you can't use Martial Soul Fusion Skill, I can!"

The young man's voice, laced with a smile, rang out.

Under the shocked gazes of all the teachers and students, a pair of giant, radiant eyes and a beautiful dream butterfly appeared behind An Zhen. The butterfly, burning with blue-gold flames, merged into the radiant eyes.

Who Wakes First from the Great Dream wasn't practiced for nothing. Coupled with the use of Soul Power, manifesting two or three imprints simultaneously was no problem now thanks to his powerful Soul Power.

"Wuwu~"

The blue hairnet disappeared, yet a flute melody began to play.

Huo Yutong and the other two instantly slowed down.

Though a bit chuunibyo, but...

"Golden Road!"

"An Zhen!" Wang Dong's voice, filled with frustration and anger, rang out.