Offstage.
A brief moment of silence.
Then a shocking exclamation broke out.
"That Blue Silver Grass... he blocked Green Shadow Snake's poison?!"
"How is that possible! Even Soul Elder is afraid of Green Shadow Snake's poison!"
"He didn't fall! He's still standing!"
"And that Gu Yue... she controlled Ice Soul Bow's arrow?!"
"Elementalist can be used like this?!"
Those exclamations kept coming and going, Jiujiu.
In Class Five's team, Xie Xie stood there, looking at Tang Wulin standing in front of him, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
Tang Wulin retracted his fist and shook off the blood on his hand.
The wound was still bleeding, but there was no expression of pain on his face.
He turned around and looked at Xie Xie.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Xie Xie shook his head blankly.
Tang Wulin nodded, and then continued to look forward.
Look at the golden figure.
He just saw it.
I saw the moment when Wei Xiaofeng sneaked up on Xie Xie, I saw the moment when my body reacted faster than my brain, I saw the moment when my palm was pierced.
He felt it.
I feel the power surging in my body, I feel Golden Dragon King Bloodline boiling, I feel that after the toxins enter the body, they are instantly swallowed up and annihilated by that power.
This is the power of Golden Dragon King.
Tang Wulin's sunny eyes flashed with a flame called "ambition" for the first time!
On the arena.
Wei Xiaofeng, fell down.
Du Zheng, was frozen.
Wang Jinxi didn't have any chance to pay attention to his teammates at this moment.
Because Zhong Shenxiu--
Arrived.
The golden figure seemed to teleport. The moment Wei Xiaofeng fell, it had already appeared in front of Wang Jinxi.
Fast.
Too fast.
It was almost Wang Jinxi. He didn't even have time to blink, and that angular face was already very close at hand.
Those light golden vertical pupils were looking at him.
Calm.
Focus.
No emotions whatsoever.
It's like looking at a dead person.
Wang Jinxi's pupils suddenly contracted.
He wanted to retreat.
But the body is still in the state of Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and the huge body has become a burden.
He wants to attack.
But Bone Dragon Claw has just caught Sky Light Dragon Spear, and it is still full of cracks and cannot be lifted up.
He could only stand there.
Look into those eyes.
Feel the pressure coming towards your face.
The feeling of oppression was stronger than before.
If Zhong Shenxiu just now was just a person, then Zhong Shenxiu at this moment--
Just a dragon.
A real dragon from ancient times, standing at the top of the food chain.
Wang Jinxi's Bone Dragon King bloodline is trembling crazily.
That's fear engraved in our genes.
That is the instinct of an ant when faced with Giant Dragon.
"You..."
Wang Jinxi opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
But Zhong Shenxiu didn't give him a chance to speak.
Zhong Shenxiu doesn't like talking nonsense.
He told Wu Zhangkong that he could handle everything.
Then he can handle everything.
The so-called Class 1-1 plan was just their wishful thinking from the beginning.
On Zhong Shenxiu's body, two Yellow Soul Ring lights up at the same time.
Not First Soul Ring.
Nor is it Second Soul Ring.
But--
Martial Soul Possession.
A low dragon's roar faintly sounded from within his body.
The dragon's roar was low, distant, and ancient, as if it came from another world.
Wang Jinxi's Bone Dragon Demon Eagle's body suddenly froze when he heard the dragon roar.
It's not that he wants to be stiff.
It's his body that doesn't obey his orders.
That is the real pressure of the Dragon Clan.
That is the absolute suppression of the superior by the inferior.
His Bone Dragon King, in front of that dragon roar, was like a reptile.
Zhong Shenxiu's body is slightly taller.
Light golden dense dragon scales emerged from the neck and the ends of the limbs like a tide, instantly covering the vital parts of the body, giving off a cold, metallic luster in the sunlight.
The ten fingers extended and turned into pale Golden Dragon Claw as sharp as a blade, with a fiery halo lingering on the fingertips.
The outline of his face became sharper, and two short and hard golden dragon horns sprouted from both sides of his forehead, like the prototype of a crown.
And the most stunning thing is those eyes.
The pair of vertical pupils, which were originally light golden, now completely turned into the color of molten gold, as if there was liquid light burning in them.
The coercion and wildness of an apex predator can no longer be concealed.
Heart-stopping.
Wu Zhangkong stood under the stage, looking at that figure, a glimmer of light flashed in those cold eyes.
These are his students.
This was the child he took out of the solitary room three months ago.
Three months.
Only three months.
This child has grown to this point.
No, that's not right.
Not growth.
It's awakening.
There is something sleeping inside this child.
Now, that thing is slowly waking up.
Gu Yue stood on the ring, looking at that figure, the smile on his lips getting deeper and deeper.
She felt it.
I felt the pure and powerful dragon aura.
That is not the dragon of this world.
That is an older, purer dragon from another world.
Her Silver Dragon King Bloodline trembled slightly at that moment.
Not fear.
It's resonance.
It's some deeper connection.
She looked at Zhong Shenxiu's back, at the pair of molten gold vertical pupils, and at the pair of dazzling golden dragon horns.
she thought.
He must be kidnapped.
Anyway.
Tang Wulin stood not far away, looking at that figure, his clenched fists trembling slightly.
Not fear.
It's excitement.
Is that the true power of Zhong Shenxiu?
Is that what he's trying to surpass?
The Golden Dragon King Bloodline in his body surged crazily at that moment.
It's not surrender.
It's the will to fight.
It's the urge to compete with others.
Tang Wulin Take a deep breath.
One day.
One day, he will reach that height.
On the arena.
Zhong Shenxiu's Martial Soul Possession took less than two seconds.
Two seconds later, he was standing in front of Wang Jinxi.
Wang Jinxi's Bone Dragon Demon Eagle body looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of him.
Zhong Shenxiu No pause.
He raised his right hand.
That hand was covered with light golden dragon scales, with fiery light lingering on the fingertips.
Then--
Uppercut.
The simplest action.
The most direct attack.
No fancy tricks.
Just pure power.
That punch, from bottom to top, hit Wang Jinxi hard on the chin.
Boom--
There was a loud noise.
Wang Jinxi's huge Bone Dragon Demon Eagle body was sent flying by this punch.
His huge body rolled in the air, his huge eagle wings hung down feebly, and his thick tail swung wildly, but he couldn't catch anything.
He flew a full five meters high.
Then it started to fall.
But Zhong Shenxiu didn't give him a chance to fall.
He took a step forward.
Jump up.
The speed is faster than the falling Wang Jinxi.
He caught up with Wang Jinxi in mid-air and swung his right fist again.
This time it was a straight punch.
Bang in the chest.
The shadow of Bone Dragon Demon Eagle let out a shrill scream, exploded suddenly, and turned into countless light points that dissipated.
Wang Jinxi's body disintegrated in mid-air.
Zhang Yangzi's figure separated from his body, and the two of them fell to the ground at the same time.
Bang--
Bang--
Two muffled sounds.
Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi hit the ring one after another, rolled several times and remained motionless.
Zhong Shenxiu fell back to the ground.
He stood there, his body covered with light golden dragon scales, with bright golden dragon horns on his forehead, his hands turned into dragon claws, and his pair of molten golden vertical pupils calmly swept over the two people who fell on the ground.
Two punches.
Two punches to crush your genius dream!
A Class One with four Soul Masters at level 24, level 23, level 22, and level 18 was completely wiped out.