Beginning and the Prelude to the Promotion Tournament

Douluo Star, within a fissure in space.

A ball of light struggled desperately, its heart filled with regret.

"Damn it! Why? Why are my chosen children of fortune always stolen away or led astray by that damned bastard?"

This ball of light was Douluo Star's original plane consciousness, also known as the planet's will.

Ever since Tang San ascended to godhood thirty thousand years ago, its days had been far from pleasant.

When it first saw the soul named Tang San, it had mercifully taken him into its body, allowing him to grow within it and drive the entire plane's continued development.

But events had far exceeded its expectations. The first generation of the plane's chosen child of fortune had actually been snatched away by two old bastards from the God Realm.

It would have been fine if they had merely stolen him; it could always raise another. Besides, gods who emerged from it would at least remember a trace of their origins and would not lay any strange traps within this plane.

That was true of both the Sea God and the Angel God, so why was this Tang San fellow so despicable?!

It would have been one thing for him to use his own mother to seize authority over its life core, but he had even allowed that chaos named Tang Hao to gradually occupy the plane authority around its outer edges.

Had it not been awakened by the Golden Dragon King from the God Realm, it would likely have awoken only to find itself being devoured.

"I refuse to accept this! I refuse!"

Thus, it joined forces with the Golden Dragon King and linked up with other worlds, severing their connection to the God Realm together.

The God Realm had originally been a special space anchored by countless worlds. Once it lost those anchors, when the turbulent currents of space-time arrived, it vanished without a trace like leaves swept away by a gale.

But was that the end of it?

Its authority was still being encroached upon. Worse, because linking the worlds had consumed too much of its power, Tang Hao's assault became ever fiercer.

"I don't want to die yet. I don't want to abandon this world I love!"

In the end, Douluo Star's planetary will and the Golden Dragon King sent out a distress signal. The surrounding worlds added their strength to it as well, attempting to seek beyond the worlds for someone capable of saving them.

Yet breaking through the barriers between universes was incredibly difficult. Just then, an unexpected person lent a hand.

When Long Haochen received the distress signal, he was not particularly interested at first. They were simply too far apart, and even if he wanted to help, there was nothing he could do.

However, the Golden Dragon King had inserted a piece of crucial information into it.

"What do you mean Teacher Eleks was destroyed, and my junior disciple was trained like a dog?"

Long Haochen's face immediately flushed red. Haoyue beside him instinctively tried to soothe him, then gave a meaningful glance toward the Throne of Eternity and Creation's Divine Seal behind him.

"Yes, we'll use it to strengthen this distress signal..."

"Though that place is an area covered by Heaven's Will, outside the world isn't!"

At last, the distress signal passed through the barriers of the universe, crossed time and space, and was received by a dragon that existed within illusion.

The dragon possessed a brilliant golden exterior and breathed out the colors that formed worlds.

It was the All-Creation Dragon, one of the fundamental laws that built the great world of endless cycles. Whether it was the world of card spirits or the world called Earth, both rested upon the foundation it had created.

And it sent one of its helpers.

A human soul was granted the power of Blue-Eyes and sent to that world to carry out a rescue.

It was also on the shore of the coastal city of Aolai City that Mary found a delicate, adorable child.

The wheel of fate began to turn, and that child from years ago had grown into the Luo Qing of today.

Luo Qing was currently undergoing Wu Zhangkong's harsh training.

"Your combat awareness has met the standard, but why do you never strike heavily?"

Faced with Wu Zhangkong's question, Luo Qing answered instinctively, "Because you're my teacher, not my enemy."

Wu Zhangkong was briefly stunned by those words before sighing. "You're still too kind, child. You need to understand that in the world of soul masters, it is not unheard of for master and disciple to cross blades."

"Then would Teacher Wu attack me?"

"Of course not. You are my students, after all. No matter what, I could never cross blades with you."

"Then there you have it."

Wu Zhangkong still looked somewhat helpless. The others were manageable enough, but when it came to Luo Qing, he truly had no temper left.

The others might all have obvious flaws and weaknesses, and he could offer guidance in terms of strength.

Luo Qing was different. He had extensive combat experience, and at this stage, his swordsmanship could be called outstanding.

"Forget it. You don't have any obvious weaknesses right now, but we'll make arrangements later regarding the increase of your soul ring ages."

"For the upcoming promotion tournament, who do you plan to team up with?"

Luo Qing was somewhat surprised. "So we can choose?"

"Others can't. You can."

Wu Zhangkong said pointedly, "You're like an excessively heavy weight. Whichever team you join is guaranteed to achieve a good ranking."

"The other teachers have all been protesting to me, saying I got the most 'wheelchair' student. But can I be blamed for that?"

"So I wanted to ask for your opinion."

Luo Qing thought for a moment. "How about this?"

"After they determine a winner, how about I act as the boss defending the arena?"

"Oh, that's what you have in mind?"

Wu Zhangkong looked rather surprised. By his understanding, shouldn't Luo Qing have formed a team with Gu Yue and Tang Wulin?

"It's different. If I join their team, their own combat strength won't improve in the slightest."

"The promotion tournament is largely meant to hone sparring and combat awareness between classmates."

"But sparring at this level no longer has much use for me."

"So rather than muddling through in the middle, I might as well go straight to the final stage and be the boss."

"Besides, I want to see their surprised expressions."

Luo Qing revealed a faint smile.

"Fine. I'll arrange it when the time comes."

Wu Zhangkong had no objections either. He took pleasure in honing his students.

The next day, Wu Zhangkong announced the promotion tournament to the class.

The students below began whispering among themselves, each trying to pull familiar classmates into a team.

After all, the promotion tournament was meant to select an outstanding team from the class capable of representing the entire class, so they naturally had to fight it out within the class first.

Tang Wulin immediately thought of her big brother. If she could get a "wheelchair" character like her big brother, she would only need to lie back and win.

But when she learned that her big brother had been assigned as the boss, the smile vanished from her face.

"Are you kidding me? I have to fight Big Brother?"

Others might not know, but how could she not know just how formidable her big brother was?

"Are you kidding me? Isn't this a guaranteed loss?"