"Not bad."
Feeling the atmosphere, An Zhen exclaimed with a smile.
An Zhen now wished for Shrek Academy to become better and better, with its influence growing ever wider.
After all, this was his Shrek Academy.
In the future, the great Sea God Pavilion Master An Zhen would preside over a powerful and influential Shrek Academy.
Regarding the younger generation: The next generation of Shrek Seven Devils, the Inner Courtyard's senior disciple, Pole Ice, and Extreme Fire were all his people.
Regarding the academy's pillars: The Martial Soul Department Dean was his senior brother, and with the future vigorous development of the Soul Guidance System, coupled with Huo Yutong's presence, the Soul Guidance System would also be at his disposal.
Regarding high-end combat power: Elder Xuan received his favor, and Elder Mu was his teacher.
Now it was time to build up his resume.
After a burst of fervent cheers, a new round-robin match officially began. Both teams of students entered the arena. Compared to the relaxed An Zhen and Ning Tian, the male and female opponents looked very solemn.
"An Zhen, Ning Tian."
"Yu Mengdi, Yang Yifan." It was Yu Mengdi who spoke, a golden-haired girl, also beautiful and charming, but compared to the elegant and noble young lady beside An Zhen, she was somewhat inferior.
"It seems you've suffered heavy losses." Yu Mengdi's gaze fell on the defensive spirit tool on Ning Tian's body, "To think you've resorted to using spirit tools."
"Are you very resistant to spirit tools?"
Would a support system Tool Spirit Master not carry a defensive spirit tool, but instead a shield?
"Those are things only the weak use." Yu Mengdi tilted her head proudly.
"It's the first time I've seen the weak use their own standards to restrain the strong." An Zhen shook his head lightly, "Tradition also needs to discard its dross and keep its essence, otherwise, it's just a fool who only knows how to stick to old ways."
"Absurd!" Yu Mengdi looked displeased, "It seems Shrek has also fallen."
An Zhen said nothing, but pulled Ning Tian back according to the referee's words.
"Match, begin!"
"Nine Treasures turn out with Glazed Tile." Ning Tian held up the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and as the girl's clear voice rang out, four spirit rings, yellow, yellow, purple, and purple, lit up almost simultaneously, and four streams of spiritual light flowed into An Zhen's body.
Four spirit rings, yellow, yellow, purple, orange-gold, appeared beneath An Zhen's feet. His Second Spirit Ability, Imprint — Yu Mengdi, and First Soul Skill, Reflection — Spirit King Yu Mengdi. Before Yu Mengdi and the audience could be surprised by An Zhen's orange-gold spirit ring, amidst countless astonished gazes, a pair of pristine white wings, radiating brilliant golden light, unfolded behind An Zhen. A soft golden glow enveloped An Zhen, as if a divine messenger had descended upon the human world. Thousands of spiritual lights condensed into two golden greatswords in the young man's hands, and five spirit rings, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black, emerged.
"This… this…"
The audience's gaze lingered on An Zhen and Yu Mengdi. Aside from their different appearances, the Spirit and spirit rings they displayed at this moment were practically identical.
But wasn't An Zhen's Spirit the incredibly powerful Fire Dragon?
Moreover, he didn't have this set of spirit rings before, and there was even an incredible orange-gold spirit ring.
twin spirits? Simultaneously attaching spirit rings from two Spirits?
"No." A team leader from another academy shook his head lightly, "Simultaneously attaching spirit rings from two Spirits at An Zhen's stage would be an act of seeking death; a Spirit Master's body simply cannot withstand so much spirit power. That leaves only one possibility: this An Zhen can replicate others' Spirits, and even their spirit rings, and even…"
A nearly absurd thought appeared in this teacher's mind, and finally, he slowly uttered two words: "Cultivation!"
Otherwise, how could one explain why An Zhen, a four-ring Spirit Ancestor, could display five spirit rings at this moment?
But wasn't this too absurd? He would rather believe that this reserve team member of the Shrek Academy representative team had the cultivation of a five-ring Spirit King than believe that a Spirit Ability that could replicate others' cultivation was simply too preposterous.
In this elite gathering, there was no shortage of capable individuals. After discarding the impossible, they all arrived at this somewhat absurd conclusion.
It was just unknown what the situation with the Fire Dragon was before? Also, how much power could An Zhen's replication retain?
On the competition grounds.
"An angel, huh."
An Zhen curiously pinched his pair of wings, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes, "Too bad it's not a Seraphim, and it doesn't even have the holy attribute."
This type of angel started with two wings, and by the time they reached Titled Douluo, they would have six wings. However, there was a significant difference compared to Qian Renxue's Seraphim.
To give a simple example: this ordinary angel was a commoner, a Holy Angel with the holy attribute was a noble, Qian Renxue's Seraphim was a royal princess, and the Angel God was the emperor. Although all had the potential to ascend to the throne, the talent and abilities of ordinary angels were much weaker compared to the latter two. Even if they reached Titled Douluo and possessed six wings, the gap remained considerable.
"Then I'm truly sorry for you." Yu Mengdi's gritted voice rang out. That aura, almost identical to hers, others might have thought it was An Zhen's other Spirit, but Yu Mengdi recognized it at a glance—it was her Spirit and her spirit rings, the aura was completely identical.
The next moment, the wings behind Yu Mengdi suddenly spread, and her metal boots stomped heavily on the ground. Together with Yang Yifan, whose Spirit was a dagger, adhering to the team battle principle of prioritizing the support, they attacked An Zhen and Ning Tian in a pincer movement.
"Come on." A brilliant smile appeared on the handsome young man's face.
Time for a little cheat.
His First Spirit Ability, Angelic Twin Swords, was a weapon Spirit Ability. Any Spirit Ability cast through the twin swords afterward could be considered to have stacked with the First Spirit Ability.
A purple spirit ring lit up, his Third Spirit Ability, Angel's Blessing.
A phantom Seraphim appeared, and golden light enveloped An Zhen and the Angelic Twin Swords in his hands.
The next moment, to Yu Mengdi's incomprehension, An Zhen's Fifth Spirit Ability, the Angel Spirit's ten-thousand-year Spirit Ability, activated.
"Angel, Divine Seal Slash!" Five musical notes were uttered in a clear voice, and the golden twin swords in An Zhen's hands also resonated with five crisp hums. The sharp aura surged, and the Angelic Twin Swords merged into one after the word "Slash" fell, the terrifying golden flames instantly swelling to ten meters.
Slash!
The golden greatsword was brandished by An Zhen, its dangerous aura forcing Yang Yifan and Yu Mengdi to retreat. The sharp sword light stirred up golden airwaves, narrowly grazing Yang Yifan's clothes before flying out and heavily striking the defensive spirit tool at the edge of the arena, stirring up a burst of intense spiritual light.
"Awesome!" An Zhen was in a good mood. Although hitting people with dragon claws, punch for punch, was also satisfying, chopping people with a greatsword was another interesting experience.
"Awesome what, awesome!" Yu Mengdi was somewhat confused by An Zhen's thought process. He hadn't even hit anyone, and he just used his ultimate move in vain. What was so awesome about that?
"Hehe~" The elegant Ning Tian covered her mouth and chuckled softly. An Zhen was about to start bullying people again. Amidst countless shocked and bewildered gazes, Ning Tian jumped off the arena. Since An Zhen wanted to play, she wouldn't stay on stage to be a burden to him.
Yu Mengdi was even more confused.
"Continue."
The black-haired young man said nothing about his teammate's departure. The white wings behind him spread, assisting him to rush forward quickly, and the phantom of the Seraphim appeared behind him.
Third Spirit Ability, Angel's Blessing.
The next second, the pitch-black ten-thousand-year spirit ring lit up again.
"Angel, Divine Seal Slash!"
It seemed An Zhen was somewhat unfamiliar with this attack method, as the terrifying golden flames missed again, hitting the two Spirit Emperors who were maintaining the arena's protective spirit tool.
First Soul Skill, Reflection, Nine Phoenix Auspicious Xiao.
First Spirit Ability, Slow.
The sound of the xiao rang out, and Yu Mengdi and Yang Yifan's movements instantly slowed down, but only slightly.
Dismissing the Nine Phoenix Auspicious Xiao, An Zhen raised his hand, and a clear shout rang out, "Cauldron!"
Three heavy, ancient, and simple bronze cauldrons appeared out of thin air.
Three cauldrons unleashed simultaneously.
First Spirit Ability, Cauldron's Tremor!
The violent tremor caused the air throughout the arena to distort.
"Let's see how you run now!" His boots stomped heavily on the ground, and the handsome young man's figure rushed forward with the propulsion of the Angelic Wings. The golden twin swords in his hands condensed again, and the pitch-black ten-thousand-year spirit ring lit up once more.
"Angel, Divine Seal Slash!"
A strong sense of crisis struck. Yu Mengdi and Yang Yifan exchanged glances, and their ten-thousand-year and thousand-year spirit rings lit up.
"Bang!"
Two greatswords, burning with terrifying golden flames, collided, stirring up a strong impact and a scorching heatwave that radiated outwards.
"Damn it." Yu Mengdi's tall figure retreated, her golden hair somewhat disheveled. The girl's arrogance was evident in her heavy, panting breaths due to intense physical exertion.
At the same time, a figure appeared silently behind An Zhen, a dagger in his hand spitting out a two-zhang long sword glow.
Cosmos.
An Zhen's figure instantly vanished, reappearing behind Yang Yifan the next moment. His fair fist punched out, landing heavily on Yang Yifan's back as the latter turned around with an incredulous look. Yang Yifan slammed heavily to the ground. Although An Zhen didn't use his full strength, the power was still more than a Spirit Ancestor-level agility-attack system Spirit Master could bear.
"Continue." An Zhen looked at Yu Mengdi, raising his golden greatsword. The pitch-black ten-thousand-year spirit ring lit up, the twin swords merged into one, and the golden flames surged.
"You bastard." Yu Mengdi was very uncomfortable. Did this guy have so much spirit power?
On the arena, two Angelic Greatswords collided, and golden flames once again stirred up a scorching heatwave.
"Again." There was another clash, but this time Yu Mengdi was no longer in as good a condition as before. Each time, to cope with An Zhen's seemingly endless barrage of attacks, she had to exert the power of her ten-thousand-year spirit ring ability to the maximum. Her spirit power and stamina were already failing, and Yu Mengdi repeatedly retreated, almost losing her balance and falling to the ground.
However, what made Yu Mengdi even more uncomfortable was that the opponent still seemed perfectly fine after casting his ten-thousand-year Spirit Ability so many times, showing no signs of exhaustion in either stamina or spirit power.
The audience was having a blast.
Teachers and students from other academies looked utterly bewildered.
There was no skill involved; it was purely brute force suppression.
A Spirit Ancestor transforming into a Spirit King, then using a ten-thousand-year Spirit Ability as a normal attack.
Is this even fantasy?
Why would such a monster appear in this competition? So much spirit power, not only capable of replicating others' Spirit Abilities and cultivation, but also able to use multiple Spirits simultaneously. With such a large arena, and so many control Spirit Abilities, it made it impossible for others to dodge, forcing them to clash head-on with a strengthened version of themselves.
Finally, being defeated by your opponent using your own Spirit and Spirit Abilities, it was too frustrating.