Battle Against Wu Zhangkong!

Wu Zhangkong's voice was faint, yet her words struck a chord in Lu Chuan's heart.

Lu Chuan felt as if someone had handed him a pillow just as he was starting to doze off.

He wanted to enter Shrek Academy so badly—to study forging and squander their endless supply of rare metals, to bathe in the Sea God Lake and absorb the infinite life force, and even to chop down that ten-thousand-year-old Golden Ancient Tree.

He wanted to beat Tang Hao to death.

He wanted to take over as the Plane Master.

He wanted to seize Tang San's ten-thousand-year grand plan!

When it came to Shrek, Lu Chuan truly had too much to say and far too many things he wanted to do!

"Teacher, I will definitely work hard to get into Shrek Academy. I will take my dreams as my steed and live up to my youth. I will not fail the academy's expectations, nor will I fail yours!"

Lu Chuan was filled with excitement.

Even the usually indifferent Wu Zhangkong could not help but be infected by the burning light in Lu Chuan's eyes.

How could she have known that for Lu Chuan, meeting her was like a troublemaker encountering a mentor who truly recognized his talent!

"Remember what you said today."

"Now, follow me to the Martial Arts Arena. Release your martial soul and soul skills, and attack me. Let me see your level!"

Actual combat was always the best way to understand a soul master's combat power.

At the same time, it was also the best way for a soul master to improve that power!

Eastsea Academy, Martial Arts Arena.

By the time Lu Chuan arrived, Wu Zhangkong was already prepared in the center of the arena.

At that moment, she was dressed in white as snow, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, her expression as cold as frost. That ethereal aura made her seem entirely unlike a woman of the mortal world.

Lu Chuan secretly snapped a photo for his collection before stepping into the position opposite her.

"You may begin at any time."

Seeing Lu Chuan step onto the stage, Wu Zhangkong spoke leisurely.

Her voice remained icy, yet it inadvertently ignited the hot blood in Lu Chuan's heart.

He hadn't truly fought in a long time!

Ever since Xiao Wuyue had brought him home, aside from the occasional sparring session with her and beating up the kids at Red Mountain Academy who harbored ill intentions toward her, he had poured almost all his energy into forging and comprehending the Path of Creation!

Then, he would have a good time today!

Using the power of a Soul Elder!

Lu Chuan took a deep breath, a faint golden light flashing across the depths of his eyes.

That was the instinctive thrumming of the Golden Dragon King. As the wielder of the Authority of Destruction, combat was his nature!

"Golden Dragon, possess!"

Lu Chuan raised his hand, his palm curling into a void grip.

A brilliant golden light soared from his hand.

It was a Golden Dragon, several zhang in length!

The dragon's body coiled, every scale appearing as if cast from pure gold.

The dragon's head held high, its golden eyes like two miniature suns, gazing down with disdain!

It carried the pressure of a king!

"Is this the Golden Dragon martial soul?"

"Legend says that Golden Dragon soul masters are the masters of ultimate strength. I wonder if you live up to the name!"

A sharp glint flickered in Wu Zhangkong's eyes.

This was her first time seeing a Golden Dragon martial soul.

Therefore, instinctively, she felt that the coming battle would be quite interesting!

"Teacher, forgive me."

Lu Chuan bowed slightly toward Wu Zhangkong, and then, he launched a fierce assault!

His first and second purple soul rings flashed alternately.

He held nothing back, as if he intended to vent everything he had accumulated over the years

upon Wu Zhangkong!

"First soul skill—Golden Dragon Body."

Lu Chuan let out a low shout.

Terrifying dragon might erupted from his body.

Golden dragon scales emerged from beneath his skin, spreading from his fingertips to his arms, to his chest, to his neck, until finally, a thin layer of scales covered even the sides of his cheeks!

His pupils turned into vertical slits, golden light swirling within them;

he was every bit a golden monarch!

Seeing this, Wu Zhangkong's gaze narrowed slightly.

She had never expected that, with the strength of a three-ring Soul Elder, Lu Chuan could reinforce his physical body to such a degree!

Yet, surprised as she was, she did not strike, choosing instead to wait quietly for Lu Chuan to grow even stronger!

And Lu Chuan did not disappoint her;

as he unleashed his second soul skill, his aura surged once more!

A golden-red aura solidified around him, forming something akin to a translucent, dragon-shaped armor

that encased his entire body!

The surface of that aura rippled with lifelike dragon patterns.

Every dragon pattern seemed to come alive, slithering and coiling around Lu Chuan's body. Wu Zhangkong could clearly sense the extraordinary nature of that golden-red aura!

Second Soul Skill, Tyrant Dragon Aura! Upon activation, a shield of blood energy would form around Lu Chuan, granting him the Tyrant Body state. While the shield persisted, it could reflect 50% of all damage received! It could be called an incredibly heaven-defying soul skill, yet this was merely one of Lu Chuan's many abilities!

Wu Zhangkong finally moved. Or rather, Lu Chuan's soul skill had piqued her interest. As the Sky Frost Sword appeared in her hand, an ice-blue sword aura slashed toward Lu Chuan with a roar. Although she had only used thirty percent of her strength for this strike, its power was still not to be underestimated; it was enough to pierce the defenses of an ordinary Soul Ancestor! Of course, she did not want to hurt Lu Chuan, but if he couldn't even take this blow, she would be very disappointed!

The sword aura tore through the air and collided with the Tyrant Dragon Aura, emitting a dull, thunderous boom. There is a saying: where there is smoke, there is no damage; a loud noise often precedes a weak impact. Under the reinforcement of this theory, Lu Chuan felt nothing but a sudden chill throughout his body. Half of the sword aura was deflected the moment it touched the Tyrant Dragon Aura, and while the remaining force penetrated through, Lu Chuan's skin was covered by a layer of dragon scales. By the time it finally landed on him, only a shallow white mark remained.

"Is this Golden Dragon a master of ultimate power or ultimate defense?" Wu Zhangkong frowned, somewhat startled by Lu Chuan's "tortoise shell." But before she could figure it out, Lu Chuan had already launched his attack!

"Third Soul Skill—Golden Dragon Roar!" Lu Chuan opened his mouth and let out a low, deep roar. The sound was not loud at first, yet it carried a strange, piercing quality, as if it were acting directly upon the depths of the soul. Wu Zhangkong felt a buzzing in her mind and an urge to kneel down and surrender! Her pretty face flushed a rare shade of red, and had she not, at the critical moment, activated her Purple Demon Eye...

She was afraid she might do something truly embarrassing!

"Golden Dragon Roar... This boy's mental power must be quite extraordinary!"

Wu Zhangkong narrowed her eyes, her gaze fixed on Lu Chuan, lingering for a long time.

The youth before her, from the very beginning of the battle, had maintained a composed expression, a faint, elusive smile always playing on his lips.

He didn't look like he was in a fight at all, yet he was able to block her probes with ease, and even counterattack!

Wu Zhangkong had a feeling, that Lu Chuan wasn't taking her assessment at all;

it was more like an adult playing with a child, controlling his strength with ease, afraid that he might accidentally hurt the other party.

Wu Zhangkong didn't know why she had such a feeling.

But it seemed to be exactly the case.

She hurriedly shook her head, suppressing this absurd thought, and regained her composure:

"Is that all?"

Lu Chuan grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

"Teacher hasn't truly made a move yet, how could I dare to use my full strength?"

The words were spoken casually, yet they made Wu Zhangkong's heart skip a beat.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand, fingers splayed, as ice-blue Soul Power instantly condensed in her palm into a crystal-clear longsword.

The longsword was wreathed in cold mist, and the moment it appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped by several degrees.

The longsword had a name: Sky Frost!

It was none other than Wu Zhangkong's Martial Soul!

This time, she was truly going to get serious!