Blood-Gold Dragon Sword

The forging competition held no suspense whatsoever. All Tang Wulin did was break records after records. In this life, he had no need to keep a low profile. He knew he had to grow stronger quickly and join Shrek as soon as possible. That was also part of the plan.

"Boss, you have to... at least give it your all before getting beaten down."

Xie Xie squatted beside him, placing both hands on his shoulders and giving them two uneven squeezes.

"Yeah, Class Monitor, good luck!"

Xu Xiaoyan poked half her head out from behind Gu Yue. Her two braids hung over Gu Yue's shoulders, their ends curling upward.

"Why does none of you believe in me?" Tang Wulin glanced at them. He was very different from before today.

"Gu Yue." He turned his head toward Gu Yue, who stood beside him. Golden light spilled from his eyes. It was not blinding, but steady, as though it shone out from somewhere very deep within him. "Do you believe in me?"

"I believe in you." Gu Yue's answer was brief. She looked into his eyes, paused for a moment, then added, "But your own safety must come first."

"Alright. Then I'm going."

Before they could respond, golden light flashed, and he was already standing at one corner of the duel arena. That was Jinyu's soul skill. No one had expected it, not even the Golden Dragon King. After Jinyu evolved, he had developed a spatial-type soul skill. Tang Wulin had not yet figured out its exact effects, nor did he have enough Soul Power to support Jinyu in displaying his complete form.

"Eastsea Academy, Tang Wulin."

"What arrogance." Ye Xinglan looked at the boy across from her, standing casually with no sign of tension on his face, and an inexplicable irritation