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It was undoubtedly an absurd situation: a simulated ancestral image accidentally injuring a descendant and then being exposed as fake, but Luan Hongchen and the other two had long anticipated this scenario.
After truthfully shifting the blame to the Tang Sect, Long Chen accepted the facts and precisely cursed the Tang Sect.
"A bunch of fakers, aren't you afraid of misleading future generations! How can anyone defeat an ancestor strengthened like this?!"
"Seventy percent strength? It's clearly more than one hundred seventy percent! Bah!"
"This little lord is furious! The day I become a Limit Douluo, I'll definitely go to the Tang Sect to settle accounts! How dare they even fabricate our ancestor's strength? They have no shame…"
Long Chen dusted himself off and stood up. After cursing for a good while, still not satisfied, he swore an oath to seek redress from the Tang Sect in the future.
Long Tianwu was about to interject, but Luan Hongchen stopped him with a look, seemingly indulging Long Chen.
Ten thousand years ago, the Tang Sect was in decline. The Shrek Seven Devils, with the Spirit Ice Douluo as their core, revitalized it. The leader of that generation of Seven Devils was the Dragon God Douluo Beibei, whose wife was the then-Sect Leader of the Tang Sect, Tang Ya.
In other words, Long Chen was a descendant of the Tang Sect Sect Leader and the legendary Seven Devils from ten thousand years ago.
His challenging the Tang Sect would be a rare spectacle. Roughly speaking, it would be equivalent to a former Tang Sect Sect Leader turning against the Tang Sect. Luan Hongchen would not only not stop Long Chen but would also be delighted to see it happen.
"Young man, you have ambition and Spirit, well done! I want to take you as my Personal Disciple. What do you think?"
"Disciple Long Chen greets my master! I will diligently Cultivate in the future and seek out the Tang Sect to fulfill this long-cherished wish."
Long Chen was clearly someone who knew how to seize an opportunity. Under the dumbfounded gaze of Long Tianwu and his wife, he quickly bowed three times and hugged the Dean's leg.
His Family had long understood the key points of the Light Sacred Dragon's Cultivation. With the President in charge of the Four-Word Battle Armor, Shrek and Tang Sect offered him no benefits whatsoever. There was no need to hesitate in choosing a side!
His loyalty to the Six Stars Association undoubtedly meant loyalty to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy!
"Hahahaha, excellent! With you, Chen'er, how can the Academy not prosper? How can Shrek and the Tang Sect not be defeated?!"
Luan Hongchen spread his arms and burst into laughter, his voice so loud it was clearly audible for several hundred meters around. He wasn't sure if he was happy to have taken a good Disciple or happy to stir up trouble for Shrek and Tang Sect.
Long Tianwu, Su Mengjun: "…"
Was this scene a bit too harmonious?
Just then, another light gate reacted, and Na'er, with silver hair and purple eyes, descended from the sky, her posture elegant, her small face looking aggrieved and pitiful.
"Spirit Cauldron Douluo is so amazing. I broke three cauldrons and still couldn't win. She's really too terrifying…"
Na'er muttered to herself, her small head drooping, her pouting lips and glistening purple eyes looking dispirited.
Su Mengjun couldn't bear to see the little one so miserable, so she quickly stepped forward and embraced her, comforting her softly:
"Don't be sad, Na'er. Yu Xin only won against Spirit Cauldron Douluo by using a trick, directly attacking her main body. For Na'er to shatter her Three Lives Soul Suppressing Cauldron, you're already very impressive…"
"Really?" Na'er's clear eyes brightened, shimmering like ripples.
"Really. She tried many times before she won. Na'er achieved such good results on your first try. Only your brother is even more amazing than you."
Su Mengjun said softly, both comforting her and speaking from the heart.
After all, she had never passed the Spirit Cauldron Douluo's challenge when she was young.
A moment later, the third gate reacted, and Yu Xin emerged.
However, this time, the always vibrant Yu Family descendant seemed to have suffered an immense blow. Her eyes were vacant, her face bloodless, and her red lips were an unhealthy pale.
"How could it be? How could her Physical Body and spirit ring be so strong…"
Yu Xin murmured to herself, her words intermittent and unclear. Na'er shook her jade hand for a while before she regained her composure.
"What happened, Sister Yu? Was the Dragon Butterfly Douluo's challenge very scary?"
Na'er looked somewhat shaken, her heart pounding. It seemed her opponent had been quite humane.
Long Tianwu and Luan Hongchen watched Yu Xin's battle situation, both showing wry smiles as they comforted her:
"Xiao Xin, don't be too disappointed. Even the Atlas Douluo and Vast Sea Douluo of yesteryear tried many times before they persevered. Many Limit Douluo were no match for her in their youth."
"I know, I just… didn't expect it."
Yu Xin forced a smile, which looked strained no matter how one saw it. The opponent she encountered was too unique.
Soon after, Long Chen pointed at the screen and shouted, "Look, Boss has defeated the images of the Three-legged Golden Toad Xiao Hongchen and Destruction Douluo He Caitou, and his battle with Dragon Butterfly Douluo has entered the final stage."
Everyone looked up. Yu Xin smiled bitterly, and Na'er prayed, hoping Feng Zaixing wouldn't suffer too much.
Because at this very moment, the virtual Dragon Butterfly Douluo standing opposite Feng Zaixing had a pair of golden butterfly wings unfurling from her back, holding a massive hammer that crushed the air.
On the hammer's handle, three black spirit rings floated, emitting an abyssal glow… "What the hell? How could Tang Wutong have completed her spirit rings for the Clear Sky Hammer at the Spirit Elder stage? Was the Tang Sect planner drunk when they filled in the data with their feet?"
Feng Zaixing looked at the clearly abnormal opponent before him, his forehead covered in black lines.
From the looks of it, the simulated Tang Wutong could still maintain flight while using the Clear Sky Hammer. She was just short of using Spirit Abilities from both Spirits simultaneously.
"Assessor Feng Zaixing, difficulty: Red, ultimate assessment content — endure for ten minutes against a three-ring Dragon Butterfly Douluo with seventy percent of her strength."
An emotionless mechanical voice echoed between heaven and earth, announcing the start of a new battle.
In the spiritual World, the Heavenly Sacred Winged God Tiger stood on two legs, roaring loudly about the unfairness:
"Awoo, this king has seen absurd things, but never anything this absurd! Old Feng, you beat this woman fiercely! Shoot her to death with arrows! Shoot her to death!"
"I also want to deal with her quickly, but this woman's combat power is completely abnormal."
In an instant, Feng Zaixing had already cursed the designer's ancestors for eighteen generations.
He had just fought against the simulated Tang Wutong at the Peak of the two-ring stage. She withstood two direct Blood Explosion Punches from him before falling, her defense no less than that of the Bone Dragon King Spirit Ancestor he had killed.
The Physical Body amplification brought by the Goddess of Light Butterfly was not even as good as the White Tiger. This wasn't the Goddess of Light Butterfly, but the Goddess of Light Dragon Butterfly that had absorbed the Golden Dragon Bloodline!
Using two Spirits simultaneously, her explosive power was much stronger than the Coiling Dragon Rod. Feng Zaixing even suspected that the Clear Sky Hammer was not a normal hammer, but he had no evidence.
High stats were secondary; her Battle Intent was terrifyingly strong, giving him the illusion of fighting a Titled Douluo.
It was well known that Tang Wutong, formed by the Bloodline Fusion of Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er, had no commendable combat maneuvers. Her battle achievements, relying on high stats, were not even as good as Ye Guyi's.
Looking at his opponent, who brought her hammer down with immense force, Feng Zaixing felt a burst of laughter in his heart. If you, Tang Wutong, truly had these skills, you could have single-handedly swept through the Holy Spirit Cult ten thousand years ago, instead of being a Fusion accessory and the Tang Clan's dog leash.
"Even an image dares to bully others like this. This President will use you to test my Sword Intent today! What Yun Ming and Chen Xinjie can do, I, Feng Zaixing, will also do!"
The halo of his second spirit ring slowly pulsed, and surges of surging blood Qi were released from his body. Six clusters of bright fire burned in his palms, merging and alternating with the blood Qi, condensing into two three-foot-long swords.
The Sacred Body Spirit displayed its power, silver light swirling around him. Feng Zaixing's body rapidly expanded into a small giant over two meters tall, as if he had aged many years in an instant.
Without a word, Feng Zaixing merged with his sword, entering a state of man-and-sword-as-one. His King's Sword Intent was unleashed without reservation, and invisible Sword Qi cut through the air, causing the nearby temperature to rise.
"Zheng!"
The sword's cry echoed in the air. Feng Zaixing unleashed a Qi Condensation Slash, his Sword Qi transforming into a fierce tiger, carrying him into the sky to battle. His two swords crossed into a cross, attacking the Clear Sky Hammer with its three black rings like a shooting star chasing the moon!
"Boom—"
The violent collision stirred the long clouds, causing both sides to retreat simultaneously. Feng Zaixing retreated five steps, while the simulated Tang Wutong circulated her spirit power, using a highly sophisticated method of deflecting force, retreating only two steps.
"A force-dissipating technique that even an ordinary Titled Douluo can't use. Good, good, truly impressive!"
After losing the first exchange, Feng Zaixing's Battle Intent grew even stronger. He drew the sky with his sword, striking a pose he had never displayed before. His aura rapidly became ethereal and even more unfathomable, as if he had deeply merged with this World.
Outside, Luan Hongchen was startled and said, "Building momentum? He still had this trick hidden? This self-created Spirit Ability is very rare."
Long Tianwu was equally surprised, whispering, "I don't know how the Atlas Douluo passed her challenge back then, but I know that Hall Master Chen only succeeded by fighting with half his strength and stalling for time…"
As he spoke, Luan Hongchen, Su Mengjun, and Yu Xin, who knew Chen Xinjie's strength well, simultaneously thought that if Feng Zaixing achieved what Chen Xinjie couldn't in his youth, it meant his Aptitude was superior to Chen Xinjie's.
Chen Xinjie was a quasi-god of his generation, the second-ranked expert on the continent's power rankings. What would Feng Zaixing's future be like?
At this moment, Feng Zaixing in the Gate of Heroes roared, "Uncle Long, pull the network cable!"