Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 231 Groudon's Fourth Soul Skill
A faint silver dragon shadow appeared behind Na'er, and the space itself cracked where the spear tip pointed.

"This is decent."

Gula became slightly serious, and the dark fourth spirit ring beneath his feet appeared faintly. When he grasped the newly formed rock spear, the spear shaft had turned a dark, mysterious yellow, with the flowing red magma faintly visible within.

The shockwave from their renewed clash spread thirty meters away, yet the explosive force failed to shatter even a street lamp—Yun Ming was secretly protecting the campus.

Na'er suddenly changed her move, her silver dragon spear spiraling forward along the rock spear, the spatial power bursting from the spear tip peeling away the layers of rock it touched.

Just as she was about to break through the defense, she used a flash of silver light under her feet to teleport to the top of Gula's head.

But then, Gula's fourth spirit ring, which he had never shown before, lit up. The girl instinctively sensed danger, and a phantom of dragon wings flashed behind her, abruptly changing her sprint trajectory.

But it was too late. When Gula was acquiring his fourth soul ring, he hesitated among the soul skills of the three soul beast bloodlines: Flame Lord, Earth Demon Bear, and Mighty Vajra Bear. In the end, he chose the "Anti-Air" soul skill.

Before the Lord of the Earth—flight is forbidden!
"Shoot-"

The soaring dragon wings seemed to lose their power, flapping in vain, still unable to escape the Earth's gravity. The original location suddenly collapsed into a miniature black hole, even the light was distorted and absorbed.

Gravity compression!

Na'er twisted her waist and turned around, her silver spear bursting with soul power. Using the impact, she broke free from the gravity black hole, landing panting on the fountain statue, and discovered that a piece of fabric was missing from her left sleeve.

A jet-black energy sphere floats at the tip of the Gura Rock Spear, within which the image of stars being destroyed can be vaguely seen. It engulfs all elements and spirit, pulls the fate of all things, and ends at the top of the rock spear.

"Stop it."

A gentle female voice poured down from the clouds, like a spring breeze sweeping across the battlefield.

Yali's figure slowly descended in a golden halo, her holy radiance flowing around her, making even the afterglow of the setting sun pale in comparison.

She looked down at the messy lawn below, the grass twisted into spirals by the gravitational field, the dozens of deep furrows plowed out by the rock spears, and the black hole that was still swallowing the surrounding light, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"The arena in the academy is open to you at any time, but this lawn can't withstand this kind of disturbance."

Her voice carried a hint of helplessness. With a light tap of her fingertips, a soft green light swept across the battlefield, and the damaged grass began to heal at a visible speed.

Upon hearing this, Gula chuckled and with a flick of his fingers, the rock spear that had been suspended in mid-air instantly turned into quicksand and fell down.

He brushed off non-existent dust from his sleeves: "Your Holiness the Holy Spirit, I did not start this battle."

Na'er's hand, which was holding the dragon spear, suddenly trembled.

She then realized that a section of her long, silvery hair had been cut off at some point, and the cut ends were shiny and new, which was enough to prove the sharpness of the weapon.

The slanted bangs did not detract from her beauty; on the contrary, they added a touch of dashing and heroic spirit to her delicate face.

She pursed her lips without refuting, but her amethyst-like eyes churned with resentment.

If it had been a life-or-death struggle just now, the sudden appearance of that gravitational black hole overhead, coupled with the loss of her ability to fly, would indeed have been enough to put her in a desperate situation.

"Tomorrow we'll have extra practice on integrating soul power with spear techniques."

A deep voice suddenly sounded behind her. Na'er turned around in surprise and found that Yun Ming was already standing three steps away.

The Sky Douluo's gaze swept over Gula like a blade, and when he turned to Na'er, it softened a bit, but still carried an undeniable severity: "If you could have mastered the spear technique I taught you, you would not be in such a sorry state today."

His Sky-Piercing Spear has an anti-air capability, and his gun techniques are very powerful in both aerial and ground combat, but he is best at ground combat.

Ever since hearing from Gula about the potential crisis Shrek Academy might face in the future, Yunming has secretly accelerated the pace of his teaching.

Unfortunately, marksmanship requires diligent study and practice, and only through natural and gradual progress can one achieve mastery.

Even with Na'er's talent, she needs time to mature. Thinking of this, his gaze towards Gula turned even colder—this guy secretly held back, he must have known he was nearby, and yet he still cut off her hair, truly despicable!
Na'er, head bowed, fiddled with the silver thread on her torn cuff. Hearing this, she looked up and glared at Gula, a defiant flame burning in her purple eyes: "I will definitely beat you next time!" Before she finished speaking, she had already transformed into a streak of silver light and rushed towards Yali. The fierce aura she had just displayed in battle instantly melted away, and she returned to being that spoiled little girl.

Gula turned around expressionlessly, but he underestimated the girl's ability to hold a grudge.

"Master's wife! Someone is bullying me!"

Na'er tugged at Ya Li's sleeve, her voice so loud it could be heard across the entire lawn.

While complaining, she stole glances at Yun Ming, her intentions all too clear.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Gula made a quick decision: "I will go and give Tang Wulin some practical guidance."

Before he finished speaking, ripples spread through the space, and his figure had vanished.

Na'er was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and her purple eyes widened suddenly: "Despicable! You're not allowed to touch my brother!"

She stamped her feet in frustration, her silver hair moving without wind, but where could she find Gula's figure?

"Teacher, I'll see you later!"

Na'er hurriedly left a message, and with a flash of silver light beneath her feet, she instantly chased after him.

In the last rays of the setting sun, only a few strands of her silver hair remained.

On the lawn, the last few turbulent elemental currents were slowly subsiding. Yun Ming stared in the direction Na'er had disappeared, muttering under his breath, "You brat..."

I don't know who they're cursing...

Inside the cafeteria, Tang Wulin was feasting on a mountain of food. His voracious appetite, a result of his Golden Dragon King bloodline, had piled his plates seven layers high, and the latest grilled earthworm ribs were disappearing at a visible rate.

"Achoo!" He suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose and muttered, "Who's talking about me?" Then his attention was drawn to the newly served honey-glazed soul beast leg.

The chefs behind the window had long since given up and gathered in twos and threes to watch this bizarre food-eating spectacle.

The head chef, rubbing his trembling arm, was pondering how to report to his superiors—he had to apply for a limit on someone's free meal allowance, otherwise the food budget for the next quarter would likely be astronomical.

It's definitely not because they can't handle high-intensity work!
"elder brother!"

With a crisp shout, Na'er rushed into the cafeteria like a silver whirlwind.

Her gaze swept across the room quickly, catching sight of the unharmed Tang Wulin like a radar. The girl's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and she immediately realized that she had been tricked again.

"They actually used a diversionary tactic..."

Na'er stomped her feet in anger, gritted her teeth, and secretly vowed to beat Gula to a pulp one day.

"Na'er?" Tang Wulin looked up from his plate, sauce still on his lips. "What happened?"

"N-nothing," Na'er hurriedly waved her hand, not wanting her brother to worry.

She caught a glimpse of the honey-roasted meat that Tang Wulin was pushing towards her, and her stomach suddenly growled in protest—the power of her inherited bloodline was biased towards the physical body, giving her a great need for food and making her a glutton.

Tang Wulin smiled knowingly and brought over two more plates of golden-brown fried crispy pork: "Here, today's chef's special Golden Feather Bird Pork Ribs are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside... Let's have some together."

"Okay."

The siblings' eating contest quickly attracted a larger crowd.

By the time Na'er began devouring the fifth plate of spirit beast meat, the head chef's face had turned from pale to ashen. That night, Shrek Academy's canteen finally welcomed its two destined new kings!

(End of this chapter)