At night, the stars twinkle.
Zhong Shenxiu lay on the bed in the dormitory and closed his eyes.
Breathing gradually stabilizes.
Consciousness sinks into darkness.
Then--
light.
Dazzling light.
He opened his eyes.
In front of me is a chaotic space, with gray-white mist billowing and boundless.
Zhong Shenxiu stood in the void and looked down at his hands - illusive and translucent, like a bystander.
He raised his head.
Then he saw it.
Badi Holy Dragon.
The Giant Dragon, which was red in color and had scales as strong as iron, was looking up to the sky and roaring, with hot dragon breath spurting out from its mouth. The next moment, a golden figure cut from the side and penetrated Dragon Spear's throat, blood splattering out.
The picture freezes.
Then broken.
Iceberg Giant Dragon.
The huge ice-blue body rolled on the snowy field, the dragon scales shattered, and the ice-blue blood stained the white snow. The golden figure stood on its head, and the dragon's claws were deeply embedded in the skull.
The picture freezes.
Then broken.
Volcano Giant Dragon.
Prison King Dragon.
Six Great Black Hands.
One after another, the ferocious Giant Dragon appeared in front of him and were killed.
Every time he dies, the scene freezes.
Every frame is a fight.
Zhong Shenxiu stood quietly in the void, watching those pictures flash before his eyes.
He had experienced those battles personally.
He had killed those opponents with his own hands.
The pain, fear, despair, anger - he has felt it all.
But now, when he looked at those pictures, it was like he was reading someone else's story.
Those emotions are already far away from him.
It seems like it was a lifetime ago.
The screen continued to flash by.
Twelve Star Dragons.
One after another appeared, one after another was killed.
The corrupted Sagittarius Star Dragon regained his clarity at the last moment. The figure who killed him was reflected in his cloudy eyes, and a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The picture freezes.
Then broken.
Finally.
Black Death Dragon.
The ultimate darkness that ruled the entire Dragon Fighting World, that terrifying existence that condensed countless evil thoughts, started a final fight with that golden figure in the endless darkness.
One day and one night.
Blood stained the black sky.
In the end, Dragon Spear hit home.
Black Death Dragon's body was torn apart by the furious Dragon Fighting Warrior, turned into pieces, and scattered among Dragon Fighting World.
The picture freezes.
In the last frame, the golden figure stood in the void, covered in blood, Dragon Spear standing on his back.
He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.
But he's still standing.
He won.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at that frame.
I watched it for a long time.
Then he closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, those images had disappeared.
The gray-white mist surged and gradually became thinner.
At the end of the void, something seemed to be flickering.
Zhong Shenxiu looked in that direction.
The light was very weak, but very firm.
Like a star.
It's like a pair of eyes.
He wanted to get closer, but found that his consciousness was being withdrawn.
Wake up.
This was his last thought before falling into darkness.
Zhong Shenxiu Open your eyes.
The sky was dim outside the window, and the morning light shone through the cracks in the curtains, casting a slender trace of light on the floor.
He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, motionless.
The images in the dream are still swirling in my mind, but they have faded away.
It's so light that it's like an ordinary movie.
He blinked and prepared to stand up.
Then he felt something.
There is something in my arms.
Zhong Shenxiu lowered his head.
His quilt was slightly raised, and there was something pressing down on his chest.
Not big.
Not heavy.
But it does exist.
Zhong Shenxiu stretched out his hand and reached into the quilt.
The fingertips touched a hard object - a smooth, cold surface, like some kind of metal or special material.
He held the thing and took it out of the quilt.
It's a card box.
Black and white.
Palm size.
The black background and white lines intertwined into a strange pattern - a pattern he had seen in his dreams, in those nine years of fighting, on the opponents who had died and been resurrected.
Dragon Fighting World's coat of arms.
Zhong Shenxiu sat up, holding the card box, and looked at the morning light outside the window.
The surface of the card box is very smooth without any gaps. It looks like a whole piece of black and white jade. But it is very light, so light that you can hardly feel its existence.
He tried to turn it on.
There are no gaps.
He tried probing with Soul Power.
No matter what method Zhong Shenxiu uses, infusing Soul Power, dripping blood to identify the master, or even trying to stimulate it with Dragon Fighting Aura in the dream, there is no response from the black and white card box.
It just lay quietly in his palm, like an ordinary stone.
Zhong Shenxiu stared at it for three seconds.
Then he got out of bed and took out a hanging buckle from the drawer - it was a gift when he bought Soul Tool accessories, and it had been thrown in the corner unused.
He fastened the buckle to the edge of the card box and hung it around his neck.
The card box was pressed against his chest, and a cold feeling came through his clothes.
Zhong Shenxiu patted it.
"Gone."
he said.
Canteen.
Zhong Shenxiu took the dinner plate and found a corner to sit down.
Just after taking two bites, someone sat down opposite me.
Gu Yue.
She held the dinner plate and looked at him with black eyes, her expression as cold as if nothing happened.
"Morning."
she said.
Zhong Shenxiu glanced at her and continued eating.
"Are you planning to take action today?" Gu Yue asked.
Zhong Shenxiu shook his head.
"Why?"
"Too weak."
Gu Yue was silent for two seconds, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved - that curve was fleeting, as fast as an illusion.
"Then I'll go."
she said.
Zhong Shenxiu did not respond.
The two of them finished breakfast in silence.
The morning class was very boring.
Zhong Shenxiu was sitting in the last row, and the sunlight outside the window was just right, shining on his angular profile, coating it with a faint golden light.
He rested his elbows on the table, rested his chin on his palms, and looked at the blackboard with his light golden vertical pupils, but saw nothing.
The card box on his chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing.
He recalled the images in his dream.
Badi Holy Dragon's roar before death, Iceberg Giant Dragon's broken scales, Twelve Star Dragons's eyes of relief, Black Death Dragon's disintegrating body.
Nine years of fighting.
Nine years of death.
Nine years of rebirth.
That's all over now.
But something new is coming.
What is this card box?
Why does it appear?
What is it used for?
Don't know.
But Zhong Shenxiu is in no hurry.
In Dragon Fighting World, he learned one thing - what is supposed to come will always come.
There's no point in being anxious.
Eat, study, Class Promotion Tournament.
The day passed quickly.
In the game against first-grade Class Two after school, Tang Wulin, Gu Yue and Xie Xie still didn't put in much effort when Zhong Shenxiu didn't take action. Only one of the opponents had the yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring Soul Master.
Facing the cooperation of the three Tang Wulin, there was nothing they could do. Xie Xie, with the fire support of Gu Yue, defeated the opponent easily.
With three wins in three games, first-year Class Five has completely become the center of attention.
People always have a natural sense of involvement in scripts such as grassroots counterattack, especially teenagers. Who has never imagined that they will become famous and become a blockbuster?
In fact, many senior students are panicking. Because so far, Eastsea Academy has never had a first-year student enter the senior class through Class Promotion Tournament!
They don't want to become the backdrop of history.
But it seems that this is not something they can stop!
Tomorrow is a rest day. After the rest day, they will usher in the time to challenge the first-grade Class One. The Class One of each grade are completely different from other classes, because the Class One are all gathered with the best geniuses of the year.
In at least twenty years, Eastsea Academy has not had a record of Class Promotion Tournament being defeated by the subsequent class in the same grade of Class One.
But now, everyone, even the members of Class One, seems to already know what the final result of the upcoming battle will be...