Huo Yutong's team and Dai Huabin's team had finally faced off.
Du Weilun blocked the collision between the two Martial Soul Fusion Skills. Not knowing the capabilities of Huo Yutong's team's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, he had to ensure the safety of the students on both sides.
A mixed beam of blue, purple, and gold shot forth. Wherever it passed, it left behind dazzling colors and distortions. Two yellow, two purple, and four black—an textbook-level Soul Ring configuration. A white wall of light blocked the tri-colored beam and the Hell White Tiger's attack without reflecting anything.
For a moment, the entire arena fell silent.
Martial Soul Fusion Skill against Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
This year's first-year freshman assessment in the outer academy had undoubtedly been spectacular. Three Martial Soul Fusion Skills had appeared, along with a freshman who possessed the power of a Soul Ancestor with ten-thousand-year Soul Rings.
An Zhen quietly watched Dai Huabin, who had left a wound on Du Weilun's back and was celebrating as if he had won.
Dai Huabin, this was probably the last time in your life that you would use the Hell White Tiger. Remember to cherish this defeat in the future.
An Zhen stepped forward and used the imprint templates from Huo Yutong and Wang Dong that morning to refresh their conditions.
"Very good. You did very well."
Du Weilun's voice rang out. The bleeding wound on his back had already stopped bleeding and begun healing at an astonishing speed. "To be able to unleash a Martial Soul Fusion Skill at your age."
Everyone's gazes gathered on Du Weilun.
Glancing at the referee in the distance, who had done nothing, Du Weilun said in a deep voice, "The winners of this match..." After a pause, he pointed at Huo Yutong and the other two. "Are Huo Yutong, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao's team!"
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The entire arena was confused. In their eyes, the Hell White Tiger had clearly injured Du Weilun.
"Why?!"
Dai Huabin, who was being helped to his feet, shouted, "Is it because I yelled at you before?"
"An Zhen!"
Dai Huabin noticed the figure that was like a nightmare to him.
"Why?!" Zhu Lu could not help questioning it.
"Are you questioning my judgment?" Du Weilun said indifferently, glancing at them.
He, Du Weilun, was not petty enough to hold a grudge against a student. Questioning him for such a reason was undoubtedly a denial of his many years as dean of students.
An Zhen sat on the ground.
Virtual World.
He found the Dai Huabin NPC doll.
A phantom White Tiger appeared.
It should have been the king of all beasts, yet there was now a sickly weakness in its features.
He returned to reality.
Du Weilun had already finished explaining.
A Martial Soul Fusion Skill from a Soul Elder and a Soul Grandmaster could not possibly penetrate a Soul Douluo's Soul Power defense. It was only because Golden Path had struck that it achieved such an effect. Meanwhile, the Hell White Tiger, restrained by Xiao Xiao, could not evade the attack and would be struck head-on and defeated.
"Brother An Zhen."
Huo Yutong's adorable face entered An Zhen's field of vision.
But hearing Yutong's male voice, An Zhen truly found it strange.
"That Dai Huabin said a lot of harsh things to you when he left."
"That's right. He was like a rabid dog." Wang Dong gestured wildly as she described him.
"Just like before, don't pay attention to him."
An Zhen would not bother with worthless lunatics. That would affect his good mood.
Calling Wu Feng and Ning Tian over, and adding Xiao Xiao, the six of them headed straight to the cafeteria.
Xiao Xiao knew that her two teammates were close to An Zhen. After all, An Zhen had directly come to their 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 others could enter the so-called dream world. Nearly the entire first-year freshman class knew about it, but this was their first time sitting face-to-face and talking together.
An Zhen's explanation to Wu Feng and Ning Tian was that these were his friends.
An Zhen's explanation to Yutong and Wang Dong was that these were his teammates.
The calm-faced youth slowly drank his meat soup, even though four of the five girls seated here had unusual relationships with him.
"This afternoon will be the final between us." Wang Dong waved her fair little fist. Her pink-blue dreamy eyes stared suspiciously at An Zhen, who was seated opposite her between Wu Feng and Ning Tian. Why did she feel that those two had an unusual relationship with An Zhen? It felt as if something was hanging over her head.
"Has your Martial Soul Fusion Skill recovered?" An Zhen asked flatly.
"Uh..." Wang Dong was momentarily speechless.
The elegant young miss carried herself gracefully, but her sapphire-blue eyes occasionally glanced at Huo Yutong, who was seated among the three across from her.
Brother An Zhen.
Ning Tian had heard what the other girl called An Zhen earlier.
It was normal for boys to call each other brothers, but shouldn't it be Brother An Zhen? Why did Brother An Zhen sound so strange?
Ning Tian looked at Huo Yutong again.
Such a cute boy... An Zhen did not have that sort of preference, did he?
As the young miss of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Tian had never been a flower raised in a greenhouse. What she needed to recognize was not beautiful dreams, but harsh reality. Although she had never personally seen its dark side, she had heard plenty about such matters.
Ning Tian gently took An Zhen's arm, pulled his free hand beneath the table, and placed it on her thigh.
"Mmph!"
The Golden-Haired Young Miss suddenly let out a muffled sound.
"Young Master!"
Wu Feng's concerned voice rang out.
"Cough, cough... It's nothing. I choked."
After coughing a few times, Ning Tian, whose cheeks were slightly flushed, lifted her sweet soup.
Confirmed. An Zhen was still very interested in Beautiful Girls.
Surely he could not be attracted to both men and women, right?
Xiao Xiao quietly ate her meal.
A girl's sixth sense made her feel that the atmosphere was somewhat strange.
"This classmate, your name is Xiao Xiao, right?"
An Zhen suddenly spoke after finishing his meal.
"Huh? Yes!"
Though the petite and adorable girl did not possess breathtaking beauty, she gave off an innocent, lively charm like the little sister next door. Her delicate features were especially pleasing to look at. Her forest-green hair evoked the tranquility of a forest, and her single ponytail rested over her right shoulder.
The girl was a little nervous—the unease of facing someone of the opposite sex whom she somewhat admired.
The handsome youth's smile was far too approachable.
And there was his mysterious, powerful strength. With the bearing of a king, he had casually defeated the Hell White Tiger with a single strike.
To a teenage girl, he was practically walking hormones.
"Stop acting lovestruck!"
Wang Dong slapped Xiao Xiao's shoulder.
What was this Xiao Xiao fantasizing about with this young miss's boyfriend?!
"Ah!"
Xiao Xiao jumped in fright.
"I'm not lovestruck!"
Xiao Xiao came back to her senses and discovered that An Zhen and the other two had already left.
"Wang Dong, this is a normal part of puberty for girls," Xiao Xiao argued defensively.
"Oh, right." Standing in a pair of white ankle boots, Xiao Xiao asked, "You two are so close to An Zhen. Does he have a girl he likes? What type of girl does he like?"
"Of course he likes..." Crossing her arms, An Zhen's first girlfriend in the truest sense was about to describe her own traits when her dreamy eyes suddenly swept over Huo Yutong. She hurriedly changed her words. "Cute. That's right, he likes the cute type."
"Oh~"
Xiao Xiao nodded lightly, her eyes brightening. "That happens to be my type too!"
"Wang Dong, how about helping me out~?"
Wang Dong froze, then suddenly remembered that Xiao Xiao was also a petite, cute girl.
"No!" Wang Dong instinctively refused.
"Wang Dong, can you bear to let your friend stay single?"
What Wang Dong heard was: Can you bear to let your boyfriend stay single?
"I won't interfere with my friend's choices." Wang Dong found herself an excuse.
"An Zhen is really charming."
Ning Tian said with a sweet smile. She was not surprised by it. He was too outstanding, so outstanding that he was like the blazing sun in the sky, eclipsing the light of every star.
Fortunately, she had acted early.
"Can't help it. I'm just handsome."
"You're so thick-skinned," Wu Feng mocked.
The first match of the afternoon determined third and fourth place.
Dai Huabin's team against Huang Chutian's team.
Huang Chutian had chosen his timing well.
Dai Huabin had used the Hell White Tiger that morning, losing that trump card of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill by the afternoon. When they encountered the Martial Soul Fusion Skill Heavenly Net, although Dai Huabin's team also possessed the spiritual-type skill Charm, it was far inferior to the soul shock brought by a million-year Soul Ring. Once Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu were controlled, their defeat became apparent. Dai Huabin fought desperately, but suddenly coughed up a mouthful of dark blood. In the end, he was defeated and took fourth place.
The freshman assessment final.
"I won't use my 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 in the arena.
The two teams retreated to opposite sides of the field.
"Elder Xuan."
A scruffy old man gnawing on a chicken leg suddenly appeared on the platform.
"This old man came to take a look."
"There shouldn't be any surprises in this match, right?"
Yan Shaozhe was not the only one who thought so. Nearly all the students and teachers present thought the same. It was not merely because An Zhen had shattered the Hell White Tiger with that punch earlier; what they had learned clearly told them that it was impossible to use Martial Soul Fusion Skills consecutively within a single day at this stage.
"This old man has a feeling that this little fellow might pull off something unexpected."
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"An Zhen."
Ning Tian looked at An Zhen.
"Watch my performance."
A brilliant smile appeared on the youth's face.
"Begin!"
The youth's figure shot out.
The Light Goddess Butterfly spread her wings, and Wang Dong rushed forward.
"Wuu, wuu~"
The sound of a flute rose.
An Zhen's speed slowed.
At the same time, a strange thread of Spiritual Power wound around An Zhen's mind, only to be dispersed in the blink of an eye.
Spiritual Interference.
Huo Yutong knew how powerful An Zhen's soul power was. Using Soul Shock would be no different from self-harm.
"Not bad."
An Zhen praised them.
A Golden Yellow Soul Ring lit up.
Two nearly identical phantom figures appeared behind An Zhen. A deep-blue halo emanated from them, and three thousand strands of hair lifted into the air, transforming into crystalline blue.
The two Beautiful Girls in the audience opened their cherry-red mouths in shock.
"Heavenly Net!"
Xiao Xiao cried out in alarm!
Huo Yutong suddenly had a bad feeling.
Brother An Zhen wouldn't next...
The blue net kept compressing their room to move. This time, Huo Yutong could not use Soul Shock.
"Although you can't use your Martial Soul Fusion Skill anymore, I can!"
The youth's smiling voice rang out.
Before the astonished eyes of all the teachers and students, a pair of enormous, dazzling eyes and a beautiful dreamlike butterfly appeared behind An Zhen. The butterfly, burning with blue-gold flames, merged into the dazzling eyes.
Who Wakes First from the Great Dream had not been cultivated for nothing. There was also the application of soul power. With his current powerful soul power, simultaneously manifesting two or three imprints was no longer a problem.
"Wuwu~"
The blue hairnet vanished, yet the sound of a flute rose.
Huo Yutong and the other two's movements instantly slowed.
It was a little cringe, but...
"Golden Path!"
"An Zhen!" Wang Dong's aggrieved, furious voice rang out.
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