Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 354 Peerless Time and Space
The new student registration area was located in a quaint stone building. The person in charge of registration was a stern-looking head of student affairs, Du Weilun, who appeared to be in his thirties.

During the start of the school term, he was very busy and spoke extremely fast:
"Name, age, martial spirit, spirit power level, spirit ring configuration, and letter of recommendation."

When it was Gula's turn, he explained everything one by one.

"Gula?" Du Weilun's voice was still urgent, but he looked up at Gula. The inheritors of the Angelic Martial Soul are almost extinct now, and the Angel God of the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago died at the hands of the Sea God.

"Sun Angel Martial Soul?"

“Yes, teacher.” Gula’s answer was concise and clear, his voice steady.

"Soul ring?"

"Yellow, purple, purple." With a slight thought, three spirit rings instantly rose beneath his feet, two purple and one yellow, pure in color and with stable light, a standard top-tier spirit ring configuration.

Du Weilun's gaze lingered on the purple second-thousand-year soul ring for a moment, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The second spirit ring is a thousand years old, which is absolutely top-tier among the new students.

Du Weilun simply nodded without asking any further questions, and marked the room on the roster: "The dormitory is 106, and this is the key."

"Thank you, teacher." Gula took the key, remaining calm and composed, then turned and left, blending into the flow of new students searching for their dormitories.

The freshman dormitory area of ​​Shrek Academy has a rustic yet bustling atmosphere.

Gula found dormitory 106 according to the room number on the key. He had just pushed open the old wooden door and hadn't even had a chance to take in his "cramped living space" for the next year when he was interrupted by a sudden argument that broke out in the next dormitory.

"Are you blind? Can't you see this is my place?"

"Who says this place belongs to you? First come, first served, don't you understand?!"

"Ha, a country bumpkin like you dare to talk to me about rules?"

The sounds grew louder as they approached, and soon the battle had spread into the corridor. Gula simply leaned against her doorframe, leisurely becoming a spectator.

A simply dressed, handsome, yet stubbornly defiant blue-haired boy was locked in a fierce confrontation with a richly dressed, exquisitely beautiful boy whose eyebrows were now furrowed in anger. The tension was palpable.

"The open space downstairs, dare you?" Wang Dong raised his chin, his words brimming with provocation.

"I'm not afraid of you!" Huo Yuhao retorted without backing down.

The two rushed down the stairs one after the other. At the entrance of the dormitory building, an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a faded gray cloth shirt, was leisurely lying in a dilapidated recliner, basking in the sun, seemingly oblivious to the impending fight. His cloudy old eyes even held a hint of amusement as he watched the show.

Gula's roommate, a boy who looked somewhat serious but had a cynical look in his eyes, also came over. Looking at the two downstairs who had started fighting and kicking each other, raising dust everywhere, he curled his lip and said, "Tsk tsk, they're really fighting ugly. What's so interesting about that?"

Gula tilted her head and glanced at him: "Who are you?"

"Cao Jinxuan. And you?" the boy replied casually.

"Gula." Gula withdrew his gaze and looked downstairs again.

Time flies? Interesting, but unfortunately... it's too naive for him. Watching a play would be more interesting.

The battle downstairs was anything but graceful. Huo Yuhao, with his accurate predictions from his spiritual eyes and a ruthless, reckless spirit, managed to make the careless and underestimated Wang Dong suffer a loss, leaving him with a bruise on his face.

Wang Dong was both shocked and furious. She wanted to back out but couldn't bring herself to do it, feeling incredibly frustrated. When she looked up, she saw Gula leaning against the door in the shadows of the corridor, a faint smile playing on her lips.

In Wang Dong's eyes, that smile was utterly mocking!

"What are you looking at!"

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Wang Dong found an outlet for all his embarrassment and anger, pointing at Gula and yelling, "Never seen a fight before? Get lost!"

Gula's smile vanished.

Watching a haughty young girl get her comeuppance might be amusing, but personally experiencing such unwarranted anger only makes one think that this spoiled "princess" deserves to be taught a lesson. Only after being thoroughly beaten will she learn what true respect is.

He straightened up, his gaze calmly meeting Wang Dong's anger. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone downstairs: "You can't beat someone, so you take it out on a stranger? What, you want to spar with me?"

"Why not?!"

Wang Dong was already angry, and was further provoked by Gula's calm yet highly provocative tone, so he agreed without thinking.

Her soul power surged, and the dazzling wings of the Goddess of Light butterfly instantly unfolded behind her.

The supreme aura of light, accompanied by the ultimate beauty, instantly attracted everyone's attention, even causing a deep glint to flash in Moon's cloudy old eyes on the recliner.

"Heh," Gula chuckled, his contempt undisguised, "I thought your martial soul was a true dragon, but this is all? Let me show you what true light is!"

Before he finished speaking, an indescribable heat and brilliance instantly enveloped the area in front of the dormitory building. The light did not come from the outside, but burst forth from Gula's body!

A phantom of an angel, clad in golden flames, wielding a lightsaber, with a blurred face yet radiating an aura of divine majesty, suddenly appeared before Gula.

It is not attached to Gula's body, but floats independently, which is precisely the "detached martial soul" form that Gula deliberately disguised.

The terrifying heat caused the ground to crack and curl instantly, the air to distort, and nearby weeds to turn yellow in an instant.

The pure light and heat, like a tangible tide, instantly suppressed the magnificent radiance brought by the Goddess of Light Butterfly, leaving it dim and lifeless.

"A separated martial soul?" Cao Jinxuan's eyes widened in astonishment.

"more or less."

Gula casually replied, but his gaze was fixed on Wang Dong, whose expression had changed slightly.

Beneath his feet, three spirit rings—one yellow and two purple—rose, their light solid and stable, their oppressive force far exceeding that of ordinary spirit masters, pressing down like a mountain.

Wang Dong felt her breath catch in her throat, as if she were standing on the edge of a volcano about to erupt. Even the soul power of the Goddess of Light Butterfly became sluggish in the face of this extreme light and heat. But her pride would not allow her to back down.

"Flanking Guillotine!" she shouted, and the edges of her Radiant Butterfly Wings instantly transformed into sharp blades of light, slashing towards Gula with fierce momentum.

Gula's eyes remained calm and unwavering. The illusory image of the sun angel merely raised its flaming longsword casually and pointed it forward lightly.

Ding!
A crisp ringing sound rang out. The tip of the flaming longsword struck with pinpoint accuracy the weakest point in the flow of power within the Radiant Guillotine.

Wang Dong felt an overwhelming force mixed with scorching heat travel along the butterfly's wings, sending him flying backward uncontrollably. He landed with a thud, his blood churning, and the light on the butterfly's wings dimmed slightly. The illusory image of the Sun Angel continued its movements, its flaming longsword tracing simple yet profound paths, sometimes parrying, sometimes lightly striking. With each contact, Wang Dong felt his gathered power easily disintegrate and crumble, like waves crashing against rocks, futile and ineffective.

In just a few breaths, Wang Dong was forced into a flustered state and was once again pushed away by a gentle yet irresistible force. She stood up awkwardly, drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and her pretty face flushed red.

Huo Yuhao, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. He realized for the first time that his new roommate's flushed face when he was angry... was actually quite pretty?

He quickly shook his head to dismiss the strange thought.

With a thought, Gula's phantom of the Sun Angel transformed into a stream of light and returned to his body, and the suffocating pressure of light and heat also disappeared.

He brushed off non-existent dust, his tone as calm as if stating a fact: "If you don't have the ability, don't talk big. Nobody will tolerate you out there."

"Wait!" Wang Dong had never suffered such humiliation before. She stared intently at Gula, her eyes burning with an indomitable spirit. "It's not over yet!"

She took a deep breath, raised her right hand sharply, and a giant hammer with a huge head and ancient patterns appeared out of thin air. A heavy, domineering, and terrifying aura that seemed capable of crushing mountains suddenly spread out!
Clear Sky Hammer!
Mu En, who was reclining on the chair, suddenly flashed a sharp light in his cloudy eyes. Even Cao Jinxuan, who had not shown much interest, subconsciously stood up straight, his face full of horror.

"Oh? Twin martial souls?" Gula raised an eyebrow, seemingly sensing genuine interest, but remained calm. "Alright, then I'll play with you some more."

Wang Dong gripped the massive Haotian Hammer tightly with both hands, her petite frame contrasting sharply with the heavy hammer.

She let out a sharp cry and suddenly spun around.

The first hammer blow, the second hammer blow, the third hammer blow... the power increased continuously as they spun, the momentum rose steadily, and a muffled sound of wind and thunder echoed in the air.

It was the Haotian Sect's ultimate technique—the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique!

Faced with this ferocious attack that would terrify even a Soul Master of the same level, Gula's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

He knew it all too well. In his eyes, the trajectory of this hammer technique was clear, and the points where the power flowed were like beacons in the darkness.

The phantom of the Sun Angel reappeared, but the flaming longsword in its hand did not condense into a huge form; instead, it became even more refined.

Just as Wang Dong's momentum reached a critical point, at a delicate moment when the old force had just been exhausted and the new force was about to be born.

call out!
The flaming longsword moved like a venomous snake's tongue, swift as lightning, and with extremely tricky angles.

Instead of directly confronting the hammerhead that had accumulated terrifying power, the sword tip pierced with unparalleled precision at the point where Wang Dong's wrist connected to the hammer handle—the most unstable and vulnerable point for the transmission of power.

puff!
A soft thud. Wang Dong felt a numbness in his wrist, and a scorching heat instantly invaded his meridians. The power that was rapidly building up dissipated like a punctured balloon.

His spinning figure instantly lost its balance, and the massive Haotian Hammer flew out of his hand, crashing heavily to the ground with a dull thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Wang Dong himself lost his balance due to the backlash, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground with a thud.

She stared blankly at the Haotian Hammer, which was deeply embedded in the ground not far away, then looked at her numb wrist, and then looked up at the boy who had put away his flaming longsword and whose face was still expressionless.

"No...impossible!" Wang Dong exclaimed, his voice trembling with disbelief and immense frustration.

Her prized Clear Sky Hammer and her invincible Chaotic Cloak were actually... actually broken by a single, seemingly effortless sword strike? The opponent didn't even use a soul skill!

Gula looked at Wang Dong, who was sitting on the ground, looking completely lost, and curled his lip, uttering a light but heavy sentence that struck Wang Dong's heart like a hammer blow:
"Nothing is impossible."

With a wave, Gula returned to her dormitory.

The brief conflict in Shrek Academy's freshman dormitory area was like a pebble thrown into a lake; the ripples quickly dissipated.

Gula returned to dormitory 106, his gaze sweeping over the simply furnished space that was destined to be shared with others, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He has too many secrets, whether it's his true strength, his background, or the inspiration he might need to deal with at any time, all of which make it impossible for him to tolerate having a stranger by his side.

"Troublesome," he muttered to himself, without saying much to his newly acquainted roommate Cao Jinxuan, and turned to leave the dormitory building.

He planned to find a hotel to stay in long-term. As for the accommodation fee? Finding a "fat sheep" with a bad reputation to rob the rich and help the poor was as easy for Gula as picking a cabbage at the market.

Silent all night.

The following morning, in the classroom of Class 1, Grade 1, Shrek Academy's freshman teaching building.

The air was filled with the tension and excitement unique to new students.

Gula sat calmly in the back window seat, his expression completely out of place with the excited or nervous atmosphere around him.

When he saw Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong walk into the classroom one after the other, he showed no surprise.

The destiny of the chosen one is like a lighthouse in the night, naturally attracting others who share the same destiny or are exceptional to gather around them.

In terms of sheer luck, Huo Yuhao's final struggle as a dimensional consciousness was probably equivalent to three Tagula. Being assigned to Class One under Zhou Yi, the "devil teacher," was almost an inevitable fate.

The heavy footsteps approached from afar, and the classroom fell silent instantly.

Dressed in a black outfit and with a stern and serious expression, Zhou Yi strode onto the podium, her sharp gaze like a cold razor, instantly sweeping across every corner of the class.

A powerful aura belonging to a six-ring Soul Emperor was released without reservation, like an invisible boulder pressing down on the hearts of the new students, completely crushing the last whispers.

"My name is Zhou Yi, and I will be your homeroom teacher for the next year." Her voice was cold and hard, devoid of any warmth. "In my class, there is only one rule—obedience! Absolute obedience! If you can't do that, you can get out right now!"

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room with a scrutinizing tone: "Yesterday, the first day of school, there was a fight in the dormitories. Disrupting order and showing no discipline! Now, everyone who participated in the fight, stand up!"

The command struck like a thunderbolt. Huo Yuhao hesitated for a moment, then, remembering that he had indeed fought with Wang Dong yesterday, gritted his teeth and stood up.

Wang Dong looked resentful and unwilling, but under Zhou Yi's icy gaze, he reluctantly stood up.

The classroom fell silent, all eyes fixed on the two people.

However, Gula remained seated steadily in his chair, his back straight and his eyes fixed straight ahead, as if Zhou Yi's words and the two people who stood up had nothing to do with him.

Huo Yuhao looked at Gula in surprise, his eyes filled with incomprehension.

Wang Dong was initially annoyed that he shouldn't have stood up, but then, seeing Gula's detached demeanor, both old and new grudges surged up in his heart, and he immediately pointed at Gula and loudly denounced him:

"Teacher, and him too! He got into a fight too! He fought with me downstairs in the dormitory yesterday!"

(End of this chapter)