Terrifying Dragon Breath

"Do you three have any information regarding the selection tournament in three days?" Lin Shuo asked as he and his two companions arrived at the edge of Sea God Lake.

Xu Sanshi and Jiang Nannan both looked puzzled, while only Bei Bei maintained a calm expression.

Seeing their reactions, Lin Shuo revealed a look of understanding.

"The selection tournament in three days is to choose the reserve team for the Shrek Seven Devils to participate in the upcoming All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament. I checked the list; there are twenty-eight people in total."

Xu Sanshi, Jiang Nannan, and Xiao Xiao looked suddenly enlightened.

"I suspect the selection will be in the form of a seven-person team battle or a free-for-all. If it's a free-for-all, you all should move toward our position. We will eliminate the others together. But be careful to protect yourselves and avoid being eliminated," Lin Shuo said to Bei Bei and the others.

Bei Bei smiled. "Given Brother Lin's strength, I'll leave it to you in three days." He had seen Lin Shuo in action more than once, so he naturally understood his strength better than anyone.

Xu Sanshi's mouth twitched at these words. He was the only one of the seven present who had been taught a lesson by Lin Shuo, and he knew Lin Shuo's strength better than the others.

Jiang Nannan remained silent, merely nodding slightly at Lin Shuo. In her usually cold eyes, a trace of imperceptible anticipation flickered—the name "Shrek Seven Devils" was an honor carved into the bones of every Shrek student.

"Shall we disperse then? We can communicate if there are any changes later." For the minor squabbles of the outer court, excessive planning seemed redundant. In the face of an absolute gap in strength, any tactic was merely icing on the cake.

Bei Bei cupped his hands in farewell and dragged away Xu Sanshi, who was still grinning foolishly at Jiang Nannan—such behavior was too embarrassing in front of their juniors. Jiang Nannan nodded slightly to the four of them and turned to leave, her ponytail tracing a sharp arc in the night air.

Only Lin Shuo, Wang Dong'er, Huo Yu'er, and Xiao Xiao remained by the lake. The lake breeze blew toward them, carrying moist water vapor.

Wang Dong'er stretched. "It's finally settled! From today on, this young lady is a member of the Shrek Seven Devils reserve team."

"You're only in the reserve team, not the main squad," Lin Shuo said, walking toward the cafeteria, his voice drifting back at a leisurely pace.

"The reserve team is still the Shrek Seven Devils!" Wang Dong'er pulled Huo Yu'er along to catch up. Suddenly remembering something, she turned back and waved at Xiao Xiao, who was still standing there. "Xiao Xiao, come on, let's go to the cafeteria together! It's so late and we haven't eaten yet."

Xiao Xiao was slightly startled, then pursed her lips and smiled, jogging a few steps to catch up. She walked beside Huo Yu'er, glancing toward Lin Shuo from time to time. This was her first time eating with Lin Shuo—although Wang Dong'er and Huo Yu'er were present, for her, being a member of this team and walking beside Lin Shuo was something she wouldn't have dared to imagine just a few days ago.

Three days passed in a flash. As soon as class ended, Wang Yan kept the core disciples behind and led them to the Soul Fighting Zone.

Upon arriving at the Soul Fighting Zone, Bei Bei, Xu Sanshi, and Jiang Nannan came into view. The core disciples present stood behind their respective class teachers, waiting quietly.

After a while, a disheveled old man appeared, holding a wine gourd in his left hand and a chicken leg in his right. It was none other than the Taotie Douluo, Xuan Zi.

"Little Wang, is everyone here?" Xuan Zi asked, stumbling drunkenly toward the students.

"Elder Xuan, all twenty-eight are here," Wang Yan said, walking up to Xuan Zi and bowing respectfully.

"Mm... then let's go in." After saying this, Xuan Zi staggered into the Soul Fighting Zone.

Reaching the center of the arena, Xuan Zi said in a muffled voice, "Listen up, you little ones. Your assessment is simple: attack at will, there are no rules. The last seven remaining after surrendering or being rescued are the winners. Start when I say so."

Everyone except Lin Shuo was surprised; Lin Shuo had actually predicted it correctly. It really was a free-for-all.

Before the students could react, Xuan Zi suddenly shouted, "Start!"

As soon as he spoke, his figure vanished, leaving only the twenty-eight outer court core disciples in the arena.

Following Xuan Zi's disappearance, Bei Bei, Xu Sanshi, and Jiang Nannan reacted immediately, quickly running toward Lin Shuo and his group.

"Focus fire on Lin Shuo first, otherwise none of us will make it to the end," Dai Huabin shouted to the crowd after realizing the situation.

The other students of the second-year class hesitated and did not follow Dai Huabin's words. Lin Shuo held high prestige in the class, and everyone knew his strength; even if the entire second year attacked together, they couldn't pose any threat to him.

The core disciples from the third and fourth years looked toward Lin Shuo's direction after hearing Dai Huabin. After all, Lin Shuo's reputation had long since spread throughout the entire outer court.

In the distance, He Caitou did not look for a team. As soon as Xuan Zi disappeared, metal cannon barrels emerged from his body. He didn't pay attention to the positions of others, simply aiming his belly toward the crowd and beginning to fire.

Ning Tian met up with Wu Feng. She had originally wanted to cooperate with Lin Shuo, but then she witnessed a scene she would never forget.

Seeing the others approaching, Lin Shuo took a step forward.

"Don't move yet." As his words fell, he didn't wait for them to react and directly activated his Martial Soul.

The moment the Seven-Colored Dragon King Martial Soul was released, a deep, muffled dragon roar erupted from within him, as if traveling through endless time and space, echoing endlessly throughout the Soul Fighting Zone. The phantom of a giant dragon covered in seven-colored scales slowly took shape behind him, its seven-colored radiance intertwining and flowing, so brilliant that one dared not look directly at it. Four pitch-black, ten-thousand-year soul rings rose from beneath his feet one by one, slowly rotating around his body.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

The core disciples who had been rushing toward Lin Shuo froze in their tracks. Anyone possessing a beast-type Martial Soul felt a fear originating from the deepest part of their bloodline.

Wu Feng's Red Dragon Martial Soul let out a low growl that sounded almost like a whimper. Dai Huabin's legs stiffened; he wanted to move forward, but he couldn't take a single step.

Lin Shuo looked at the others with disdain, and his third soul ring lit up.

The Seven-Colored Dragon King phantom behind Lin Shuo slowly raised its head, seven-colored light flowing silently in its dragon eyes. The seven-colored dragon scales covering Lin Shuo lit up one by one, the light spreading from his shoulders to his fingertips, then flowing back to his chest, where it gathered into a scorching, near-incandescent core of light.

A terrifying dragon's breath appeared out of thin air above the arena, and a three-colored torrent poured down from a rift.

Fire, ice, and wind elements intertwined and wound together, transforming into destructive beams of light that pierced straight down from the sky. It was not a simple mixture of three elements, but pure energy fused together under the dominion of the dragon bloodline. Wherever the three-colored dragon's breath passed, the floor of the arena was silently disintegrated, leaving not even a wisp of smoke.