Showdown with Gu Yue! God King Tang Panics, His Plan About to Collapse Before It Even Begins? [Two-in-One]

Yao Chuan looked at Gu Yue, who was staring back at him with a stubborn expression, and a playful curve tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Fine, I'll play along."

His voice carried a hint of laziness, yet it was laced with an unquestionable confidence.

He casually loosened his wrists, his gaze sweeping over Xie Xie, who was still sprawled on the ground questioning his life choices.

"Little Xie, watch from the sidelines. Big Brother will vent your frustrations for you."

He said it so lightly, as if he were merely stating an established fact.

Xie Xie struggled to lift his head; although his whole body ached, his eyes lit up at the mention of "venting frustrations."

He had a near-blind faith in Yao Chuan.

"Boss... beat the hell out of her!"

He managed to squeeze out the words, his voice weak, but the indignation in his tone was clearly audible.

Being one-shot by Gu Yue earlier hadn't caused much physical damage, but the insult was immense—it was practically the Waterloo of his life as an agility-type soul master.

Yao Chuan didn't respond to Xie Xie's "cheering," his attention already back on Gu Yue.

He didn't even release his Martial Soul Avatar; he simply picked up a Wooden Spear used for practice from the edge of the training ground.

His posture was as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

Gu Yue's clear, sharp eyes narrowed.

In her view, Yao Chuan's demeanor was nothing but blatant contempt.

She took a deep breath, and the aura around her instantly turned frigid and dangerous.

"Are you looking down on your opponent?"

Her voice was cold, carrying clear displeasure.

Wu Changkong, who had been watching from the sidelines with his arms crossed, showed no expression on his stern face, but upon hearing this, he cast a faint glance at Gu Yue and answered on Yao Chuan's behalf.

"Looking down on an opponent? That doesn't exist."

"He is simply making an accurate assessment of your strength."

He paused, his gaze lingering for a moment on Yao Chuan, who was holding the Wooden Spear so casually.

"As you are now, you aren't worthy of him going all out."

"Not worthy?"

Gu Yue's pupils contracted sharply; those two words were like sparks falling into a vat of oil.

An indescribable surge of anger and pride instantly shattered her reason.

Who was she? She was the queen who commanded the elements! How dare this human in front of her judge her like this?

"Then I'll show you whether I'm worthy or not!"

Without holding anything back, the mysterious elemental power within Gu Yue erupted!

Frost, flames, rock, whirlwinds, blinding light, and even the invisible power of space with its eerie, distorted sensation—six distinct elemental energies, under her terrifyingly precise control, wove together into a destructive giant web!

This was far more violent, dense, and lethal than when she had dealt with Xie Xie!

A humming and cracking sound echoed through the air as the elements clashed violently; the ground of the training field was frozen then melted by fire, earth chunks rose up only to be shredded by whirlwinds, light twisted and flickered, and space itself seemed to tremble.

This was the true, terrifying power of an Elementalist—a full-scale, omnidirectional area-of-effect bombardment!

"Hiss..."

The students on the sidelines collectively gasped, many of them instinctively stepping back.

Is this girl a mobile artillery platform? She actually held back when she fought Xie Xie earlier?

Xie Xie's face turned pale, lingering fear gripping him; if Gu Yue had used this move on him earlier... he shuddered, not daring to think further.

Wu Changkong's eyes also turned sharp, tightly locked onto the incredible power erupting from Gu Yue's small frame.

Facing this overwhelming elemental tide, enough to instantly submerge several Soul Elders, Yao Chuan smiled.

There was no tension in that smile; instead, it held the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent—a pure, fanatical zeal for battle.

"Now this is interesting!"

He moved!

There was no earth-shattering Martial Soul eruption, no dazzling Soul Ring display.

There was only him, and the unremarkable Wooden Spear in his hand!

His figure instantly became a blur!

Amidst the raging elemental storm, he was like a leaf drifting against the current, or a bolt of lightning weaving through a tempestuous sea!

His movements were fast to the extreme, yet carried an indescribable, fluid rhythm.

Ice spikes rained down like a downpour!

Yao Chuan's figure swayed, his Wooden Spear parrying, deflecting, flicking, and guiding!

It looked understated, yet every strike landed precisely on the weakest, most off-balance point of the ice cones!

The hard ice cones were either deflected by the Wooden Spear to shoot into empty space, or they shattered into a sky full of ice crystals with a "pop" the moment the spear tip touched them!

It was as if what he held in his hand was not a wooden spear, but a divine needle capable of guiding the flow of the cold current!

The flaming fireball roared toward him, carrying violent energy!

Yao Chuan did not dodge or evade; the Wooden Spear traced an extremely small arc, its tip seemingly sticking to the edge of the fireball.

A clever rotational force penetrated through!

That violent fireball was actually led astray by him, crashing into the empty ground beside him and exploding into a brilliant but harmless spray of sparks!

Using ordinary wood to divert raging fire—he handled the heavy as if it were light!

The ground turned into a muddy swamp, countless sharp stalagmites burst from the soil, and fierce wind blades sliced through the air!

Yao Chuan's toes tapped lightly on the tips of those protruding stalagmites, as if stepping on invisible stairs, his figure rising and shifting horizontally in an uncanny manner!

As the wind blades struck, the Wooden Spear either parried or guided them, slicing and directing the invisible currents toward the ground or the swamp, kicking up waves of murky mud.

Every one of his movements landed on the most unexpected yet stable footing; the suction of the quagmire and the thrusts of the stalagmites could not restrict him in the slightest!

A blinding, intense light erupted, intended to cause blindness!

Yao Chuan did not even blink, as if the light capable of scorching retinas had no effect on him at all.

His combat intuition had long since transcended mere vision!

The Wooden Spear, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, precisely pierced the core energy source of that light screen, and the intense glare dissipated suddenly like a popped balloon!

Finally, there was that eerie power of spatial distortion!

Gu Yue pressed her hands into the void, attempting to directly imprison the space around Yao Chuan!

An invisible pressure descended instantly!

A brilliant light erupted in Yao Chuan's eyes!

He let out a low growl, not using any Soul Skills, but instead condensing his entire essence, energy, and spirit to the extreme!

A pure and domineering willpower, mixed with Dragon Might, erupted with a boom!

A mental shock, as if solidified, slammed heavily against that invisible spatial barrier!

"Crack!"

A faint sound, like glass shattering, seemed to echo through the air!

The spatial binding, which could have trapped an ordinary three-ring Soul Elder, was forcibly shattered by his pure mental power and aura!

Spatial ripples surged violently before instantly returning to calm!

Six elements, six lethal strikes!

In the span of just a few breaths, they were dismantled one by one by Yao Chuan, relying solely on a wooden spear, his martial arts, and that chilling combat instinct!

The entire process was smooth and flowing, without the slightest hesitation!

His movements were more refined and pushed to the limit, bringing his power, speed, reaction, and judgment to the absolute peak under the current state of suppression!

Rather than a battle, it was more like an exquisite performance, a display of violent aesthetics!

He had completely digested and absorbed the pointers Wu Changkong had given him earlier, demonstrating a level of technique far surpassing his previous sparring sessions with him!

For the first time, a look of gravity and disbelief appeared on Gu Yue's beautiful face.

Her all-out six-element attack had been neutralized by the opponent so nonchalantly?

And with a broken wooden stick?!

This simply overturned her understanding!

Just as her mind shook violently, in that moment when her old strength had faded and her new strength had yet to be born—

Yao Chuan's figure appeared before her like a ghost!

There was no flashy light of Soul Skills, only that plain and unadorned Wooden Spear!

The tip of the spear rested steadily and gently against her fair, smooth throat!

A cold sensation traveled through her skin!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Still want to fight?"

Yao Chuan's voice was calm and waveless, devoid of any joy of victory, possessing only a natural, matter-of-fact composure.

It was as if defeating a genius who controlled six elements was nothing more than brushing dust off his shoulder.

Yet, the slight pressure from the tip of the Wooden Spear contained a warning capable of crushing everything.

The outcome was decided!

Gu Yue froze in place, feeling the cold, wooden touch at her vital throat.

Her element control, which she took such pride in, and her pride as the Silver Dragon King, were ruthlessly crushed at this moment.

It was not a loss due to insufficient energy levels, but a loss in the exquisite application of power, a loss due to the chasm-like gap in combat awareness and instinct!

A massive sense of frustration and an unprecedented, strange feeling surged into her heart simultaneously.

She even forgot to dodge or counterattack in the first instance.

The figure of Wu Changkong appeared on the sidelines at the perfect moment.

"The outcome is decided."

His voice broke the silence, carrying an unquestionable tone of judgment.

The gaze he directed at Yao Chuan was filled with undisguised appreciation.

This kid was simply a monster born for battle!

That fluid, seamless sequence of maneuvers just now had pushed technique to the peak of the Soul Elder level, even touching the threshold of a higher realm!

He turned his gaze to Gu Yue, a flash of astonishment also crossing his eyes.

"Element Controller?"

Although Gu Yue had already displayed multiple elements during the fight, Wu Changkong still asked for confirmation.

To be able to command six elements simultaneously—the potential of this Martial Soul could only be described as terrifying!

Gu Yue finally snapped out of her daze, nodding in a somewhat dejected manner.

She lowered all her offensive stances, and that biting, frigid aura dissipated without a trace.

"Elementalist, Gu Yue."

She stated her name and Martial Soul, her voice slightly hoarse.

"I wish to join Grade One Class Five at Eastsea Academy. Is that possible?"

Her gaze did not look at Wu Changkong, but instead drifted subconsciously toward Yao Chuan, who had retracted his Wooden Spear and was casually sticking it back into its place.

Wu Changkong nodded crisply and cleanly.

"You may."

He had witnessed Gu Yue's strength with his own eyes; Class Five had absolutely struck gold.

"Combat quality qualified, Martial Soul potential immense. Welcome to Class Five, Gu Yue."

He pointed toward the training track.

"Now, go join the others for twenty laps of basic physical training. Start immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yue's gaze could not help but drift toward Yao Chuan again.

The latter was rotating his wrists, looking relaxed, clearly with no intention of going for a run.

"What about him?"

Gu Yue could not help but ask, carrying a hint of curiosity and imbalance she hadn't even realized herself.

Why didn't this person have to run?

Wu Changkong glanced at Yao Chuan.

"His training plan is formulated by me individually. It has nothing to do with you."

The tone was flat, yet carried the authority of an instructor.

Gu Yue pursed her lips and did not ask again, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashing in her eyes.

Just then, Tang Wulin, who had been watching the battle from the side, ran over holding a bottle of water, a simple and sincere smile on his face.

"Classmate Gu Yue, are you alright? You looked so flushed just now, was it because your blood energy was surging too violently? Drink some water?"

He assumed Gu Yue's cheeks were flushed because of the excessive exertion during the fight causing her blood to rush.

Tang Wulin meant well, but to Gu Yue, these words caused her cheeks to heat up uncontrollably once more, the color deepening even more vividly than before.

She glared at Tang Wulin with a touch of shame and annoyance, her tone slightly awkward.

"The blushing isn't because of surging blood energy!"

She pushed away the water Tang Wulin was offering.

"Go away!"

With that, ignoring Tang Wulin's look of shock and confusion, she turned and ran toward the track, joining the group of runners, though her retreating figure looked for all the world like she was fleeing in a panic.

Tang Wulin stood in place holding the rejected water bottle, watching Gu Yue run away, completely bewildered.

"Uh... not surging blood energy? Then why was she blushing?"

He scratched his head, truly unable to figure it out.

Could it be that she was dazzled by how handsome the boss was? That's impossible, right? The boss is handsome, but that fight just now was so dangerous...

Tang Wulin's little brain fell into a logical mess.

Yet deep within his sea of consciousness, that golden imprint of divine sense belonging to God Emperor Tang, Tang San, began to fluctuate violently.

The divine sense suddenly "locked" onto the figure of the black-haired girl on the track!

Previously masked by the overbearing dragon might of Yao Chuan during the battle, Gu Yue's emotional fluctuations, combined with their proximity, finally allowed the divine sense of Tang San to capture it clearly!

It was an aura of the dragon kind, originating from the very source of her bloodline—incomparably pure, immensely powerful, yet tinged with a trace of weakness!

Though it had been cleverly hidden and suppressed, that pressure stemming from her innate status could not be mistaken!

"Silver Dragon King!!!"

Tang San's divine sense let out a silent roar within the sea of consciousness of Tang Wulin, filled with shock and monstrous apprehension!

How could she be here?! And... in such a weakened state? She even joined Wulin's class?!

A massive sense of crisis instantly gripped Tang San's divine sense!

One of the core keys to the ten-thousand-year grand plan he had begun orchestrating a millennium ago was aimed precisely at this Silver Dragon King, the Sovereign of Soul Beasts!

Yet now, one of the core targets of his plan had appeared by his son's side ahead of schedule, and she even seemed to have crossed paths with that equally inscrutable Yao Chuan, who was suspected to be a pure-blooded dragon!

This situation had completely spiraled out of his control!

Damn it! The plan was for the Silver Dragon King to be interested in Tang Wulin, so how did it turn into that brat Yao Chuan instead?

Thinking this, God King Tang was truly at his wit's end.

On the other side, it was time for the upperclassmen to be dismissed.

At the entrance of the teaching building, a group of female students wearing upper-grade uniforms walked out in a cluster.

Leading them was Mu Xi, daughter of the Blacksmith Association branch president Mu Chen. She was accompanied by several close friends, including Ouyang Zixin and Liu Yuxin, who had previously bought photos of Yao Chuan from Tang Wulin.

Their gazes were drawn in unison to the commotion on the training field.

"Wow! Look over there! It's Senior Yao Chuan!"

"Oh my god, was he sparring just now? His movements were so cool!"

"Who is that new black-haired girl? She looks so impressive too, wielding so many elements!"

"No matter how impressive she is, didn't Senior Yao Chuan subdue her in one move? Senior Yao Chuan is invincible!"

"Senior Yao Chuan is looking this way! Ah! He's looking at me!"

Exclamations and screams of infatuation rose one after another.

Mu Xi's gaze first fell obsessively upon Yao Chuan, then immediately shifted to the cold and aloof figure on the track—Gu Yue.

She keenly caught the subtle, complex look in Gu Yue's eyes as she gazed at Yao Chuan.

A woman's intuition made her heart tighten abruptly, and a strong sense of crisis welled up within her.

This new junior... she's very beautiful, and her strength is ridiculously high...

Mu Xi's pretty brows furrowed slightly, and her delicate fists clenched unconsciously.

"Hmph... another one, is it?"

She muttered in a low voice, her eyes turning vigilant.

Is this a precursor to a romantic battlefield?

She subconsciously blocked her friend Liu Yuxin behind her, as if that could isolate the potential "love rival."

Liu Yuxin looked confused, but sensing the "possessive" aura radiating from Mu Xi, she wisely chose not to ask.