Dong Lintian Gets Beaten, and Long Chen Has Bad Luck

One against two!

A freshman was attempting to challenge two upperclassmen single-handedly, and one of them was Long Chen, one of the strongest members of the new generation at the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Master Academy.

"Teacher Zhang, are you sure?" Dong Lintian frowned slightly, a hint of disdain appearing on his face.

Long Chen remained much calmer, merely gazing indifferently at Shen Nanxun not far away.

Once Zhang Hanlin gave his confirmation, the battle between the two sides became inevitable.

"Brother Long, leave him to me. This arrogant brat is nothing; I can handle him on my own!"

Dong Lintian let out a cold shout, his Green-Faced Wolf martial soul manifesting once more. In an instant, he charged out with incredible speed, his claws tearing several cyan wind blades into the air as he swiped directly at Shen Nanxun's face.

Some of the watching students gasped. Dong Lintian's Green-Faced Wolf martial soul was known for its speed and explosive power; the force of this claw was enough to shatter metal and crack stone. During the previous practical assessment, a freshman had been eliminated by a single claw from him without even needing to use a soul skill.

Shen Nanxun stood his ground, merely raising a hand in a summoning gesture, and an Angel Sword burning with golden flames suddenly appeared.

With a slight flick of the blade, he met the incoming wind blades head-on without dodging. The moment the wind blades touched the Sun True Fire, they vaporized instantly.

Dong Lintian's pupils constricted. He tried to retreat, but Shen Nanxun's sword had already slashed diagonally toward him. The strike, wreathed in Sun True Fire, carried immense momentum and devastating power.

"This kind of attack power?!"

Dong Lintian was forced to retreat, his previously unstoppable momentum completely suppressed. With just one strike, the difference in skill was clear.

At the very least, in terms of attack power, he was no match for his opponent.

"I'll handle this." Long Chen stepped forward, and the phantom of a Radiant Sacred Dragon unfolded behind him. The golden dragon wings blotted out the sky, and the dragon's might crushed the entire arena like a physical weight. Among the onlookers, those with weaker martial soul cultivation couldn't help but take half a step back.

Long Chen's martial soul was the Radiant Sacred Dragon, a positive mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. This martial soul was derived from the Radiant Dragon King, who was the strongest among the nine great Dragon Kings.

In history, soul masters with this martial soul had even become members of the Shrek Seven Devils and the Pavilion Masters of the Sea God Pavilion. This was enough to show the excellence of his martial soul. He could have easily gone to Shrek Academy, but the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Master Academy had kept him with massive family benefits, cultivating him as the core of their next generation.

"Wow, Brother Chen is making his move!"

Weng Daimin had transformed into his biggest fan, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Long Chen on the stage like a lovesick girl.

If Long Chen was an idol, then clearly, the little fan-girl Weng was the president of his fan club.

"There's no saving her." Xue Liushuang sighed, helplessly covering her forehead. She really had no way to deal with her best friend.

"Hehe." Weng Daimin giggled and leaned over, whispering, "Let's make a bet. See how many moves it takes for my Brother Chen to end the match. I bet three moves."

"I bet he'll lose."

Xue Liushuang turned her head away, deliberately giving an answer she considered impossible to counter her love-struck friend.

"How is that possible? Let me tell you... holy crap!"

Weng Daimin's pupils shrank, her face filled with horror as if she had seen a ghost.

Xue Liushuang followed her gaze and was left equally stunned.

The once imposing Long Chen was now lying outside the arena, looking incredibly disheveled, like a drowned rat.

Three moves—it was indeed within three moves.

Shen Nanxun had finished Long Chen in a single strike.

Absolute bloodline suppression was no joke; dealing with the stronger Long Chen had actually been much simpler than dealing with Dong Lintian.

Shen Nanxun retracted his dragon claw and raised an eyebrow at Dong Lintian, who was standing not far away with his mouth agape.

"Hey, it's your turn!"

Dong Lintian stood where he was, his throat bobbing involuntarily. His Green-Faced Wolf martial soul was still manifested, but the cyan soul power light surrounding him now appeared somewhat unstable.

He knew Long Chen's strength better than anyone. A Radiant Sacred Dragon martial soul, a core student heavily cultivated by the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Master Academy—the number of people his age who could take three moves from Long Chen could be counted on one hand. Yet, this freshman had blasted Long Chen out of the arena in a single strike.

"What, too afraid to come up?" Shen Nanxun tilted his head, a faint, elusive smile playing on his lips. "Didn't you say you could handle me all by yourself just a moment ago?"

Dong Lintian's face flushed red instantly. Prodigies of this age all had their own pride; having been provoked like this, how could he dare to bow down to another? He gritted his teeth, his Green-Faced Wolf martial soul erupting with blinding light once more as he charged out again.

He pushed his speed to the absolute limit for this strike, holding nothing back. He knew very well that he was no match for a direct confrontation, so he had to rely on his speed to find an opening in the short term.

Shen Nanxun didn't block; instead, he sidestepped. Dong Lintian felt a surge of joy and followed up with his left claw, swiping horizontally toward Shen Nanxun's waist at a tricky angle. Shen Nanxun took half a step back, barely dodging it again.

The third claw, the fourth, the fifth...

Dong Lintian's offensive was like a violent storm, with cyan claw shadows enveloping Shen Nanxun from all directions. Yet, every time, he missed by a hair's breadth; he couldn't even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes.

Some of the students watching from the sidelines began to frown. This wasn't a fierce battle between equals; it was a cat playing with a mouse.

"He's toying with him," Xue Liushuang said in a low voice.

Weng Daimin opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but not a single word came out.

Dong Lintian clearly realized it too. He abruptly retracted his claws and stepped back, his chest heaving violently. He glared at Shen Nanxun, his eyes full of shame and anger. "Are you mocking me?"

Shen Nanxun didn't deny it. He raised his hand, and the Angel Sword reappeared in his palm, the Sun True Fire on the blade burning even more intensely.

He swung his sword, and Dong Lintian hurriedly raised his claws to block. The scorching blade struck his claws, sending sparks flying. He was knocked back five or six steps, and before he could even steady himself, Shen Nanxun's sword was upon him again.

Another strike, the force neither too great nor too small—just enough to knock him back without sending him out of the arena.

Every strike was perfectly controlled, forcing him into a frantic mess without giving him the chance to fall.

"You motherf—!" Dong Lintian's face was flushed, and he finally lost his temper. Abandoning all strategy, he lunged at Shen Nanxun with both claws, willing to take a hit just to leave a mark on his opponent.

Shen Nanxun did not dodge this time. He sheathed his sword, turned his body, and whipped a leg into Dong Lintian's waist, sending him flying horizontally. He slammed into the stone floor at the edge of the martial arts arena, sliding several meters before coming to a stop.

Dong Lintian lay on the ground, covered in dust with his hair in disarray, his Green-Faced Wolf martial soul already retracted into his body. He could only look toward the youth not far away in a wretched state.

Shen Nanxun retracted his leg, brushed the dust off his pant cuff, and looked down at him with a flat tone, "Just as you said, nothing more than this. This level of strength only brings shame to your family."

The words Dong Lintian had used to mock Dong Yi'an just moments ago were returned to him in full.

Just as Dong Yi'an had managed to struggle to his feet, another silver-haired girl with an ahoge jumped onto the stage, pointing at him and Long Chen.

"I want to fight two as well!"

The Ahoge King was duty-bound to stand up for her underling!

"Another one?" Dong Lintian's mouth twitched.

Long Chen had yet to recover from his bewilderment.

"Does this involve me too?"