Su Chen, Level 36 Spirit Weapon Master, I Request Your Guidance, Senior Brothers!

"Pfft—"

These murderous words didn't scare Zhang Lexuan at all; instead, they amused her.

Her eyes, gentle as autumn water, curved into crescent moons. She reached out a slender, jade-like hand to gently ruffle Su Chen's hair, turning his already messy locks into a bird's nest.

"You, at such a young age, why is your head filled with nothing but fighting and killing?"

Zhang Lexuan's tone was doting, as if she were coaxing a child who wanted to play the hero.

"Having such a heavy heart for killing isn't good. Be careful, or you'll grow up to be a cold-faced fiend, and no girl will dare to like you."

Su Chen pursed his lips, wanting to retort, I only need you, but Zhang Lexuan gently interrupted him.

"Don't worry, your sister is doing just fine at Shrek Academy."

She tilted her head slightly, the sunlight spilling onto her delicate profile and gilding it with a holy golden edge.

"Everyone takes good care of me, and no one dares to bully me. After all..."

As she said this, she puffed out her chest, a confident and proud arc appearing at the corners of her mouth.

"Your sister is the Head Disciple of the Inner Court of Shrek Academy! A member of the Sea God Pavilion council, and the reserve successor to the next generation of Sea God Pavilion Masters!"

"An eight-ring Soul Douluo before the age of thirty! With talent like this, I am a rare gem even across the entire continent!"

The more Zhang Lexuan spoke, the more animated she became, her brow filled with the pride of a heaven-sent genius.

But the next second, as if she had thought of something, her gaze fell on Su Chen. Her high-spirited tone suddenly weakened, and she muttered with a hint of deflation:

"Well... although compared to my little Chen, I'm indeed a 'billion' points behind..."

"Honestly, I don't know how you little monster cultivates; even your sister is feeling discouraged by you."

Watching this Head Disciple, who was cold and majestic in front of others, acting like a little girl complaining and acting spoiled, a warm current surged in Su Chen's heart.

Perhaps protecting this smile was the very meaning of becoming stronger.

In the days that followed, Zhang Lexuan didn't rush back to Shrek Academy, choosing instead to spend more time with Su Chen.

This usually cold and arrogant Head Disciple acted like a gentle young wife, staying by your side all day, asking after your well-being, tidying your clothes, and even cooking soup for you herself.

That delicate tenderness made the rough men of the Body Sect, who only knew how to fight, stare until their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

At the same time, the news that Su Chen had been accepted as a closed-door disciple by Du Busi as an exception spread through the entire sect like wildfire.

In an instant, you became the center of the storm.

All eyes were focused on Su Chen; there was envy, jealousy, and, more than anything, skepticism.

Especially the debate over the "number one of the younger generation," which was becoming increasingly heated.

Because before you appeared, this title had always belonged to one person—Long Aotian!

Long Aotian, as his name suggested, was arrogant enough to reach the heavens.

He was two years older than you, and by the age of ten, he had already broken through to level thirty and advanced to a Soul Grandmaster! His martial soul was a top-tier skin martial soul, and he was hailed as the future hope of the Body Sect.

"Have you heard? That newcomer Su Chen, his martial soul is actually a body?"

"A Body Martial Soul? Isn't that the same as the Sect Master? Then it looks like Senior Brother Long is in trouble..."

"But I still favor Senior Brother Long. After all, that Su Chen who just joined only just awakened his martial soul. If the arena assessment had been a few years later, it would be hard to say."

"But as for now..."

In private, the disciples whispered among themselves.

This upcoming arena assessment had been imbued with special significance.

This was not just a duel between a "skin martial soul" and a "Body Martial Soul," but a battle for the throne of the "Young Sect Master"!

The winner would receive infinite resources from the sect and ascend to the heavens in a single step!

The loser could only be reduced to a supporting role.

This temptation was enough to drive anyone mad.

Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, the Body Sect was exceptionally lively.

The sun pierced through the clouds, spilling onto the massive training grounds.

Hundreds of disciples from across the sect gathered in front of the main hall, the crowd surging and the atmosphere heated to the extreme.

The Body Sect training grounds were filled with the roar of voices.

On the high platform, Du Busi sat in the main seat, with Elder Jin and a group of Title Douluo-level elders lined up on both sides.

This luxurious lineup, just by the aura they emitted, made the air below grow thick.

Watching the young faces below, all rubbing their hands and eager to try, Elder Jin stepped forward and coughed lightly.

"Silence!"

The voice was not loud, yet it exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap, and the previously noisy martial arts arena fell instantly silent.

"Since everyone is here, I declare the arena assessment officially begun!"

Elder Jin swept his gaze across the field, his eyes sharp as lightning.

"The Body Sect doesn't go in for those flashy, superficial things; there is only one rule for this assessment—hold the ring!"

"Whoever can stand on the stage the longest and knock down the most people will be the winner!"

"Of course, you are all fellow disciples, so stop when you've made your point. Do not take any lives. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

The disciples responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

However, most of them knew the situation clearly in their hearts.

In this grand competition, they were merely there to join in the fun and provide atmosphere.

The true stage belonged to those two monsters.

Almost subconsciously, everyone's gaze converged in two directions.

On one side, it was you.

Su Chen wore a black robe, his expression indifferent, as if the surrounding clamor had nothing to do with him.

On the other side stood a burly man who resembled an iron tower.

He was nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a wide back; his muscles bulged like granite, filled with a sense of explosive power.

His long, brownish-red hair danced wildly in the wind, and his entire being exuded a wild and domineering aura.

The former number one of the Body Sect's younger generation—Long Aotian!

The gazes of the two men met in the air, as if sparks were flying.

"Little Chen, you must not be careless."

Zhang Lexuan reached out with her fair hand to gently adjust your collar, a trace of concern showing in her beautiful eyes.

Although she knew her younger brother's strength was monstrous, this was, after all, an internal assessment of the Body Sect, and those lunatics fought as if their lives didn't matter.

"Don't worry, sister."

The corners of Su Chen's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a confident arc.

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. I never underestimate any opponent, and of course, I won't give them any chances."

As the words fell, you took a step forward.

Your figure moved like lightning, instantly crossing dozens of meters to land steadily in the center of the arena.

At that moment, your temperament changed.

From a gentle, jade-like youth, you instantly transformed into an unsheathed sword, your edge fully exposed!

"That is..."

The disciples below the stage held their breath.

They saw your right hand grip the air, and a cross-shaped longsword, pitch-black and exuding a nether chill, appeared out of thin air.

Martial Soul—Pluto Sword!

The moment the sword appeared, the temperature around the arena seemed to drop by several degrees, and a heart-stopping aura of death began to permeate the air.

Following that, the most shocking scene occurred!

Hum—!

Light flickered beneath your feet, and three soul rings, as deep as black holes, slowly rose from under your feet, rhythmically circling your body.

Black! Black! Black!

Three ten-thousand-year soul rings!

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Everyone looked at you as if you were a monster.

The first soul ring was ten-thousand-year level? Is this even human?!

Looking at the stunned crowd below, you felt no ripples in your heart.

You had thought it through clearly: the people of the Body Sect had brains filled with nothing but muscle; it was useless to reason with them.

If you wanted them to acknowledge you as the Young Sect Master, the only way was—to fight!

Fight until they felt pain, fight until they were afraid, fight until they were convinced!

You were here to cure all kinds of defiance!

Su Chen held the Pluto Sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his gaze sweeping across the field as his voice rang out, clear yet carrying an invisible sense of oppression:

"Su Chen, Martial Soul Pluto Sword."

"Level 36 Tool Soul Grandmaster."

"I ask my fellow seniors... for your guidance!"