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At first, Feng Zaixing thought he misheard Su Mengjun's telepathic message, but then he quickly realized this was the Douluo Continent.
This made sense; it was a Xuanhuan World, and being able to fight was naturally the most important thing.
Thinking of this, Feng Zaixing discreetly messaged Xu Miao: "What form does the school's physical education take? It's not weighted running, is it? [disgusted]"
Xu Miao quickly replied: "It actually is. It's said to have a long history, an experience learned from Shrek Academy. [shrugs]"
A few black lines appeared on Feng Zaixing's forehead as he typed:
"The high emotional intelligence way of saying it is 'long history,' but the low emotional intelligence way is 'an old relic that should have been thrown in the trash long ago,' isn't it? [suspicious]"
Xu Miao: "...You could say that. [facepalm]"
Feng Zaixing fell silent.
What had the Douluo Continent been doing for the past twenty thousand years? Why were they still clinging to running?
He had thought physical education might be impressive, but it seemed cultivating himself was better. He'd go to the principal's office later and get a box of leave requests.
In the third-year teaching area, Xu Miao rapidly tapped away, making a voice call to alleviate his president's worries:
"Don't worry, the Academy provides elite students with top-tier Spirit-tool technology facilities. They simulate various environments like gravity suppression, mud swamp restraints, ice and snow, and scorching flames, upgrading running into survival. The effect is very good."
Feng Zaixing's eyes lit up. He walked to the corridor to answer the phone: "Now that's more interesting. Anything else?"
"There are also some top-tier simulated combat facilities, called the Hall of Heroes. They allow us to fight against simulated images of top Prodigies from history, including the Shrek Seven Devils from the Spirit Ice Douluo's generation ten thousand years ago, and even the original Seven Devils from twenty thousand years ago, as well as other experts from Tang Sect history."
Hearing this, Feng Zaixing was somewhat incredulous: "How would simulated images of Tang Sect experts appear in our Academy?"
"The Academy paid, and the Tang Sect synchronized their simulated images over."
Feng Zaixing's suspicion deepened: "They'd be that agreeable?"
"Of course not."
Xu Miao pondered for a moment, then replied: "Based on my personal experience, the strength of Ancestor Sanshi simulated by the Tang Sect is at least fifty percent stronger than in real history."
"The simulated Spirit Ice Douluo and Dragon Butterfly Douluo are even more exaggerated, with terrifying combat awareness. Yet, in the records left by our Ancestors, those two were not very powerful when they first entered Shrek Academy."
Feng Zaixing's eyes narrowed, and he smiled: "That certain?"
"Of course. Can the Tang Sect's records be clearer than our Family's? Although it's normal for descendants to embellish their Ancestors, doing it like this is rare. Especially when the Tang Sect claims their simulated Ancestors only have seventy percent of their strength—they're practically shameless."
Xu Miao walked under the shade of a tree, cursing, his tone suddenly dropping: "The original Seven Devils are even more formidable. Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's combat power is several times stronger than later generations with the same spirit power and Spirit."
"I was pushed to a mutual annihilation by the simulated image of Hell Douluo Zhu Zhuqing, and I couldn't beat any of the others. It's ridiculous."
Seeming to feel that such talk might be disrespectful to his Ancestors, Xu Miao quickly corrected himself:
"Of course, it's also possible that the original Seven Devils were indeed terrifyingly strong, after all, they were legendary existences who became Gods."
"Don't underestimate yourself. You and I have dealt with the Wu Family's Prodigies before. The Hell White Tiger might have dominated twenty thousand years ago, but it's long since outdated now."
Recalling the three Star Luo old inheritors from the Wu Family whom he had dealt with in a few moves, Feng Zaixing shook his head, a hint of disgust rising in his heart.
The original Seven Devils becoming Gods, to put it plainly, was due to the era's bonus. This era has many Prodigies who could beat the original Seven Devils into dead dogs, yet the Tang Sect desperately tried to gild their Ancestors.
Xu Sanshi's personality was somewhat flamboyant; he would certainly exaggerate himself as much as possible when writing an autobiography. Yet, it was still not as impressive as the Tang Sect's simulated image. Heaven knows how the Tang Sect filled in the data.
"Forget it. Let's not worry about the Tang Sect's stuff for now. I hope the other simulated Prodigies are more normal."
Ending the communication, Feng Zaixing didn't think much further. He called out to the entire class, and they marched grandly towards Stadium Number Three.
Whatever that Hall of Heroes was, he'd fight first and talk later!
On the stadium, Su Mengjun and a handsome man stood beside a Spirit-tool building. The man, with his sword-like brows and star-like eyes, was none other than Emperor Sword Douluo Long Tianwu.
Seeing Feng Zaixing arrive with his group, both Battle Gods breathed a sigh of relief. Good, good, as long as Feng Zaixing was willing to come.
"Uncle Long, you know what abilities we have. Ordinary training isn't necessary. Let's do something interesting, shall we?"
After arranging Xu Yucheng and the other students to go running for survival, Feng Zaixing went straight to the point, his style of action extremely efficient.
"Of course."
Long Tianwu nodded, pressing a button beside him. The surrounding Spirit-tool buildings immediately rose and fell in alternation, and four prismatic Spirit-tool gates appeared before everyone, shining brightly.
"These four gates are called the Gates of Heroes. They are engraved with images of past powerhouses from the history of the Continent. You can enter and fight to test where your strength stands in history."
Long Tianwu introduced, showing a hopeful smile to the four: "The three Hall Masters all fought inside when they were young, and even defeated members of two famous generations of Shrek Seven Devils in history; of course, the simulated Seven Devils members only had seventy percent of their strength."
Long Chen's eyes lit up: "Then can I fight against Ancestor Beibei at the same cultivation level?"
The two Battle Gods smiled and nodded.
In Yu Xin's dark eyes, the powerful aura of an eagle tearing through the sky emerged. With her Divine Pen Spirit in hand and four spirit rings—three purple and one black—circling her body, she gave Feng Zaixing a charming look.
"I've passed the trials of Xiao Ding Douluo and Dragon God Douluo. This time, my target is the Dragon Butterfly Douluo in her youth. Good luck, everyone."
With that, she stepped into the Gate of Heroes, her steps steady.
Na'er said enviously, "Sister Yu is always so cool."
"Na'er will definitely be like this when she grows up. Brother will watch you go in. Good luck." Feng Zaixing smiled heartily, his handsome and refined face filled with encouragement.
"Mm, Na'er won't let Brother and Xiaoxue down."
With the silver dragon spear in hand, a seven-colored light flashed in the depths of Na'er's eyes. Carrying two purple spirit rings, she stepped into the battlefield.
"Boss, I'll try to last as long as possible and fight my Ancestor."
Long Chen chuckled, his gaze quickly becoming focused. He let out an excited Dragon roar and stepped through the gate.
Feng Zaixing didn't go in directly. He asked Long Tianwu: "Uncle Long, what's the highest record created by the four major powers in the Gate of Heroes in the past few hundred years? And will the Tang Sect know about the combat situations inside?"
Long Tianwu was slightly startled, then understood that this was due to the arrogance of a Prodigy. He smiled and said:
"The highest record was created by the Hall Master and Qingtian Douluo when they were young. They won battle after battle, passing the trials of everyone in the two generations of legendary Seven Devils, except for Spirit Ice Douluo and Sea God Tang San."
"The Tang Sect says they can't see, but I'm not clear on the specifics."
"Understood. Please, Uncle Long, disconnect the Spirit network here if necessary."
Feng Zaixing's expression became solemn. He gazed at the glowing gate before him, adjusted his wrist, and walked into it.
So, as long as he didn't beat through the simulated images of Tang San and Dai Yuhao, it would be fine.
"Assessor Feng Zaixing, difficulty Yellow-rank, assessment content—endure for one minute."
Feng Zaixing's eyes narrowed as he looked at the figure that appeared not far away, his expression peculiar.
This was a very good-looking white-haired young man, with a somewhat mischievous temperament similar to Long Chen.
Most importantly, his Spirit was the Three-legged Golden Toad, and he was the direct Old Ancestor of Dean Luan Hongchen—Xiao Hongchen from ten thousand years ago.
"This Xiao Hongchen probably doesn't have much combat power."
Having confirmed his opponent's identity, Feng Zaixing didn't hesitate. His first spirit ring flashed, and his body appeared beside the simulated Xiao Hongchen.
With a direct punch, the simulated Xiao Hongchen disintegrated into light particles, and Feng Zaixing advanced powerfully.
Seeing this, the expressions of Long Tianwu and Su Mengjun outside changed, and their gazes quietly shifted behind them.
Luan Hongchen appeared, his face a bit dark.
He was his own Ancestor, after all. The little guy didn't even think to show some mercy; he could have thrown a couple more punches.
Long Tianwu gave an awkward smile and suggested: "Dean, how about we boost your Ancestor's data in the future?"
Luan Hongchen's eyes brightened slightly, and he was somewhat moved, but he quickly waved his hand, saying with disinterest:
"No need. Normal is fine. Other Families are other Families. My Ancestor really only has seventy percent of his strength anyway, so losing isn't embarrassing."
The two Battle Gods awkwardly smiled in agreement. They all knew who Luan Hongchen was being Yin and Yang about, but these were unspoken rules that everyone kept to themselves.
At this moment, a light gate vibrated, spitting out a disheveled figure who crashed loudly onto the ground.
"There's no justice! According to Family records, Ancestor Beibei wasn't even a Light Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon when he had two rings. How is the simulated one a Light Sacred Dragon like me? Even the Tyrant Emperor Thunder Domain appeared!"
Long Chen was in pain from the fall but didn't get up, muttering to himself, his eyes filled with doubt about this World, followed by anger.
Falsifying Ancestors! Was this Hall of Heroes treating them like fools? Their descendants weren't all dead yet!
"Which bastard designed this device? I'm going to complain about them! Complain about them!"