Dragon God Possession

A day passed.

Tomorrow was the Class Promotion Tournament.

The afternoon dismissal bell had only just rung when Wu Zhangkong's notice arrived, telling the four of them to go straight to the indoor training hall.

The four entered the hall one after another.

"Teacher Wu, why are you keeping us after school?"

Xie Xie spoke first, flexing his wrist, still thinking about going to buy the newly released soul device cards after school.

Gu Yuena stood beside Fang Yuan, glanced over Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, and spoke in a flat tone that still cut deep.

"For the Class Promotion Tournament, Fang Yuan and I are enough. Why call these two pieces of trash over?"

"Gu Yue." Wu Zhangkong's brows furrowed slightly, his voice cold and hard. "The four of you are a team. No infighting."

He walked to the edge of the training platform, his back to the four of them.

"The four you challenged last time were not Class One's strongest lineup.

Teacher Mu went easy on you because you were young and only sent four one-ring Spirit Masters onto the stage.

"Their real trump-card team has already broken through to two-ring Great Spirit Masters."

"Two rings?!"

Xie Xie nearly jumped up, his eyes going round.

After a week of training like his life depended on it, he had only just touched the threshold of rank nineteen, still half a step away from the rank twenty bottleneck.

And tomorrow they had to fight two-ring opponents?

That was on a completely different level. How were they supposed to fight that?

Tang Wulin also frowned, his heart giving a heavy thud.

He had just unlocked the first seal and was brimming with confidence, but now a two-ring opponent had suddenly appeared, leaving him a little unsure too.

"So what if they have two rings?"

Gu Yuena gave a soft scoff and stepped half a pace forward.

As her words fell, spirit power rippled faintly around her.

Two spirit rings slowly rose from beneath her feet, one yellow and one purple, their halos especially clear beneath the setting sun.

Her foundation was a hundred-year spirit ring, and her second spirit ring was actually a thousand-year one!

"A thousand-year spirit ring?!"

Xie Xie's voice changed pitch, his mouth hanging open for a long time without closing.

The anger he had felt from being called trash just now vanished in an instant.

During the match a week ago, Gu Yue had clearly still been around rank nineteen.

Only seven days had passed, and not only had she broken through to two rings, she had even attached a thousand-year spirit ring?

Was that something a human could do?

Tang Wulin also held his breath, his fingertips tightening slightly.

He had thought that after unlocking the seal, his progress had already been heaven-defying enough. Compared to Gu Yue, it was simply not worth mentioning.

Wu Zhangkong's pupils constricted slightly. He stared at that purple spirit ring for two seconds before slowly nodding.

"Good."

He had originally been worried that the Class Promotion Tournament might have variables. Now it seemed he had overthought it.

True geniuses never grew according to common sense.

"Little brother Fang Yuan, what about you?"

Tang Wulin looked at Fang Yuan and couldn't help asking.

This week, relying on the money he had borrowed from Fang Yuan, along with the resource support from the Blacksmith's Association, he had finally gathered enough heavenly treasures and smoothly unlocked the first seal of the Golden Dragon King, mastering the Golden Dragon Claw.

Now his spirit power had risen to rank sixteen, and his close-combat ability had soared.

A surge of energy was building in his chest. He wanted to see whether the gap between him and Fang Yuan had narrowed.

"Me?"

Fang Yuan yawned, leaning against a nearby pillar with little energy. "I meditated for a few days and rose to rank seventeen. Nothing else."

He had never been interested in the Class Promotion Tournament to begin with.

In his eyes, fighting back and forth with a bunch of first-year kids was purely a waste of time.

As soon as the Class Promotion Tournament ended, the first thing he would do was go to the elementary Spirit Ascension Platform and see if he could extract genes from virtual spirit beasts.

If that really worked, it would be far more useful than taking first place in some Class Promotion Tournament.

As he thought this, the corner of his eye swept over Tang Wulin.

At such close range, he could faintly sense a familiar, berserk draconic aura.

The first seal of the Golden Dragon King had been undone. Its aura could no longer be suppressed and had begun leaking out.

He lifted his eyes and glanced at Gu Yuena beside him.

He wondered whether his mother had noticed.

Tang Wulin gave an oh, but inside, he actually breathed a sigh of relief.

So Fang Yuan had only risen two levels this week too.

When he enrolled, he had only been at rank eleven. With this period of special training and the seal being undone, he had shot up to rank sixteen, which was already extremely fast.

Maybe if he kept training for a while, he could catch up.

"Fang Yuan." Wu Zhangkong suddenly spoke, his gaze falling on his wrist. "You have more than one martial soul, don't you? I've never seen your tool martial soul light up with soul rings."

He had been watching for a long time.

What Fang Yuan usually used in battle was that strange tool martial soul capable of transforming into all kinds of soul beasts, but from beginning to end, no soul rings had ever appeared.

Without soul rings, how could it unleash such powerful combat strength?

The only explanation was twin martial souls.

"Yeah." Fang Yuan shrugged and didn't deny it. "I can fight without using my second martial soul anyway, so I never added soul rings to my tool martial soul."

The others weren't idiots.

He had no soul rings yet still possessed Spirit Master-level combat strength. Anyone could guess he had twin martial souls.

Hiding it would only make things more troublesome.

"Can you let me see your second martial soul?" Wu Zhangkong pressed, a trace of eagerness in his tone that was hard to detect.

He had taught for so many years, yet he had not seen many twin martial souls, especially not one with Fang Yuan's talent.

"Sure. Take a look."

Fang Yuan straightened up and didn't refuse.

Dragon-type martial souls were not exactly rare anyway. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was a dragon too, so no one would think of the Dragon God.

His mother had also said that ordinary Spirit Masters could not distinguish the Dragon God's aura at all.

With a slight thought, he stirred it.

"Martial soul possession."

A faint black mist spread from around his body, then quickly gathered back in.

In the next second, a layer of fine black dragon scales covered the backs of his exposed hands, gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

The two sides of his forehead bulged slightly, and a pair of small black dragon horns emerged.

His pupils abruptly contracted, turning a deep, pure black, bottomless to the eye.

A tyrannical, heavy dragon might swept out in silence.

The air seemed to grow a few degrees heavier, and faint, fragmented dragon roars echoed by their ears.

It was not a pressure that flaunted itself outward, but an innate nobility carved deep into the bloodline.

Wu Zhangkong stood at the very front and felt it the most clearly.

His expression changed slightly.

He had seen disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan possess their martial souls, their dragon might fierce and overbearing, but compared with the aura before him, it always felt as if something was missing.

It lacked a layer of suppression in rank.

What kind of dragon-type martial soul was this?

He searched through his memories but could not find any corresponding record.

"What is your first soul skill?" Wu Zhangkong steadied himself and asked again.

"You've seen enough, right, Teacher Wu?"

Fang Yuan did not answer. He yawned again, a hint of moisture glistening at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm only six years old. If you keep me this late every day, I won't grow tall. I want to go back and sleep."

His mother had been right to have Uncle Di Tian beat him.

He talked way too much.

Was he trying to check his entire household registration or what?

"Nonsense." Wu Zhangkong's face hardened. "Even if the two of you are strong enough, team battles are about coordination. The Class Promotion Tournament is four-on-four, not everyone fighting alone."

He took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart.

"Here's what we'll do. The four of you attack together. I'll only use the strength of two rings and exchange a few moves with you to see how well you coordinate."

He had originally even boasted shamelessly to himself that he would use one ring to practice with them.

But after sensing the pressure from Fang Yuan's martial soul, Wu Zhangkong changed what he had been about to say.

If he really used one ring, he might actually capsize in a ditch.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a muffled thud suddenly came from beside them.

"Teacher Wu! Tang Wulin passed out!" Xie Xie cried out, hurriedly crouching down.

Everyone turned to look and saw Tang Wulin lying stiffly on the floor, eyes closed and face pale.

"Not good." Wu Zhangkong strode over, crouched beside him, checked his breathing, then felt his pulse. "It's bloodline suppression."

He knew Tang Wulin possessed a special dragon-type bloodline that allowed him to partially dragonize, giving him extremely powerful combat strength.

But he had never imagined that Fang Yuan's dragon might would be powerful to this extent.

Just releasing his martial soul possession, with only the pressure spilling out from it, had suppressed Tang Wulin's bloodline into backlash and made him faint on the spot.

Fang Yuan raised an eyebrow.

Oh, he fainted?

That made sense.

No matter how strong the Golden Dragon King was, it was still only a part split off from the Dragon God.

Faced with the bloodline of the original Dragon God, it would instinctively submit.

On top of that, this kid had only just undone his first seal, and his bloodline was still unstable. It was perfectly normal for him to pass out after being hit by that pressure.

Gu Yuena also lowered her eyes and looked over.

Her gaze fell on Tang Wulin's wrist.

Because of his earlier tension, pale golden dragon scales had unconsciously surfaced there.

An extremely faint, yet incomparably familiar, berserk aura seeped out along those dragon scales.

Gu Yuena's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

The Golden Dragon King.

The bloodline vessel of the Golden Dragon King she had searched so long for...

Had actually been beside little Fang Yuan all along.

With that paltry level of cultivation, he dared release dragon might in front of little Fang Yuan?

He truly overestimated himself.

"Teacher, are we still fighting?" Gu Yuena withdrew her gaze and looked at Wu Zhangkong, her tone calm.

"We're fighting, of course." Wu Zhangkong frowned, helped Tang Wulin to a nearby bench, and laid him down. "We'll wait until he wakes up first."

Right now, his head felt twice as big.

He had originally wanted to test their teamwork, only for one of them to faint first.

Fang Yuan's martial soul was far too strange.

Even a top-tier dragon bloodline like Tang Wulin's could not withstand it.

If it was really used in the Class Promotion Tournament, that two-ring Great Spirit Master on the other side probably would not last more than a few exchanges either.

Xie Xie crouched beside the bench and poked Tang Wulin's arm, feeling a lingering wave of fear.

Good thing Fang Yuan had not released that pressure at him just now.

Otherwise, he would be the one who had fainted.

Fang Yuan leaned back against the pillar, bored out of his mind as he kicked at a crack in the floor.

What a hassle.

If he had known, he would not have shown his martial soul. Now he had to wait here for some guy who had passed out.

When could he go home and sleep?