Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 368 Big rat, big rat, don't eat my millet! (4K)

Mingde Hall.

Standing in the underground base, Jing Hongchen nearly ground his teeth to powder; what he saw before him could only be described as shocking.

The entire underground base was like land that had just been turned over before planting, a complete mess everywhere.

Less than a third of those expensive lab tables remain intact.

More often than not, the buildings are completely destroyed.

Various rare metals are everywhere, and the underground base is completely riddled with holes.

What depressed Jing Hongchen the most was that the underground base had become unstable due to the shockwaves from the previous high-intensity battle, and collapse was not out of the question.

He is currently directing the rescue and relief efforts, at least to repair the ventilation system and the soul-guided elevator, so that the students in Mingde Hall, who barely escaped the attack from the Body Sect, won't suffocate from the paralyzed ventilation system, and the wounded can be evacuated.

Since its founding, Mingdetang has never suffered such a heavy blow.

Leaving aside the casualties, the losses to the hardware facilities alone are astronomical.

Mingde Hall isn't just his own! It's the entire Sun Moon Empire's research base for soul-guided devices!
Moreover, they also bear the important responsibility of creating high-end soul tools.

Even with his status in the Sun Moon Empire, he was still responsible for such a major accident, and he had to bear enormous pressure from the royal family.

"Noumenon Sect, poison will not kill you!"

Jing Hongchen's eyes blazed with fire.

He was eager to fight Poison Undying to the death, but Poison Undying had anticipated that he wouldn't give up easily, so he detonated a bomb halfway through, completely collapsing the tunnel.

To be honest, after Du Bu Si detonated the tunnel, Jing Hong Chen felt not only resentment but also a lingering sense of relief.

Yes, he was actually afraid that he would catch up with the group from the Body Sect in the passageway.

Without the powerful level-nine soul tools in Mingde Hall, Jing Hongchen didn't think he could stop the monster Du Busi on his own.

Is this the strength of a level 98 Title Douluo?
Jing Hongchen pursed his lips. A few days ago, he had sparred with Qian Duoduo, the Oolong Douluo from Shrek Academy.

The Sun Moon Empire desperately needs to have a general understanding of the combat power of Super Douluo, and Shrek Academy also wants to know what level of combat power a typical titled Douluo in the Sun Moon Empire with a full set of level nine soul tools can reach.

In that battle, he brought a full twelve level-nine soul tools with him and dominated Qian Duoduo for the first half of the fight.

It wasn't until he ran out of soul power that Qian Duoduo suppressed it again, but at most it was only a 40/60 split.

Originally, Jing Hongchen envisioned that the power of a Super Douluo would be roughly this level.

Even if Qian Duoduo is a defensive-type Soul Master and not good at fighting, if a Shrek Academy offensive-type Soul Master, such as Xian Lin'er or Yan Shaozhe, were to come, he would not be at a disadvantage.

But soon, Du Busi, who was also at the Super Douluo level but whose cultivation was only three levels higher than Qian Duoduo's, told Jing Hongchen a cruel fact: there were also gaps between Super Douluo, and the gaps were huge.

If the previous battle hadn't taken place a hundred meters below the ground, Du Busi might have used too much force and buried the entire Body Sect alive.

If Poison Undying's main objective wasn't just to buy time, but also to be locked onto, attacked, and restrained by Mingde Hall's various level-nine soul tools...

Even a level nine Soul Master like him, armed to the teeth, probably wouldn't last a minute against a Soul Master of Poison Undying's caliber!

How frustrating! How frustrating!
Jing Hongchen's expression turned extremely ugly.

Even a level 98 Super Douluo like Du Bu Si, who possesses three 100,000-year soul rings, was powerless against Shrek Academy's Dragon God Mu En. Could the Empire, which was hastily preparing its troops, really win?

Could it be that the cooperation between the royal family and that cult was truly the wise move?
At this moment, Jing Hongchen was filled with many thoughts. He personally did not approve of the empire cooperating with that murderous cult.

Firstly, this would mean having another person to share the pie. Secondly, who would want to sit at the same table with a predator who might see them as prey at any moment?
"Hall Master."

Just then, Lin Jiayi appeared beside Jing Hongchen, drenched in sweat.

His voice trembled slightly, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at Jing Hongchen in front of him.

"How's it going?"

Jing Hongchen tried his best to calm himself down.

"At Shrek Academy, many people have gone out to test their soul tools and are not in the base. The other students are also on the outskirts of the experimental area, so the initial explosion did not affect them."

"It's Chen Ping and Huo Yuhao. They seem to have had bad luck; they were knocked unconscious. I've arranged for a medical soul master to examine them and have prioritized sending them to a separate infirmary."

Jing Hongchen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. If anything else happened to the Shrek Academy students, it would be adding insult to injury. Give the order to take good care of them and ensure that nothing goes wrong or results in any losses."

Lin Jiayi lowered his head and said, "The situation at the warehouse is fine. Nothing has been lost, and all the high-level soul tools stored there are still there."

Hearing this, Jing Hongchen breathed a sigh of relief, finally hearing some good news.

It seems that the purpose of the Body Sect's trip is to find that 100,000-year-old soul beast embryo.

These dirt-poor peasants dared to launch a surprise attack with the full strength of their clan; this grudge must be avenged.

"But..." Lin Jiayi's next two words made Jing Hongchen's heart clench again.

He suddenly turned around and looked at his capable subordinate. "But what? Don't beat around the bush, explain yourself clearly."

Lin Jiayi gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice, "But Room Zero is already empty."

"what?"

Jing Hongchen felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and his body swayed, almost causing him to fall. Lin Jiayi quickly stepped forward to support him.

Jing Hongchen felt as if the sky had collapsed, her chest felt tight, and she felt so sad that she felt like she was about to die.

"You, you say it again."

This time, even his voice trembled slightly.

Lin Jiayi said in a trembling voice, "In Room Zero, all sixteen level-nine fixed-position artillery shells have been stolen. The culprit is suspected to be the Holy Spirit Cult."

"The royal prosecutor who notified me to rush to Room Zero showed me the complete video of the stolen shells." "Within just one minute, more than a hundred evil spirit creatures inexplicably poured out of Room Zero, including corpse slaves, zombies, and many other monsters I couldn't recognize. They worked together seamlessly to move all sixteen level-nine fixed-position soul-guided shells, including the shelves."

"However, neither the walls nor the door of Chamber Zero suffered any damage. We still haven't figured out how the Holy Spirit Cult managed to steal those sixteen fixed-mount shells."

"puff------"

Jing Hongchen coughed up blood, which shot three feet high, and then his vision went black as he fell backward.

That's it! He knew cooperating with that damned cult would never end well. What did he say?

Seeing Jing Hongchen faint from anger after only hearing half of what he said, Lin Jiayi felt a pang of sadness. He hadn't finished his report yet!
Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, in the infirmary.

Chen Ping lay alone on the pristine white hospital bed, his upper body clothes removed, revealing every muscle in his upper body.

This physique is not a stiff, cold build-up, but rather a powerful force emanating from flowing lines that exude vitality.

His broad shoulders and back resembled towering mountains, with thick trapezius muscles cascading down from both sides of his neck, seamlessly blending with his full, ripe deltoid muscles to form a striking diagonal line.

With each steady breath, the full pectoral muscles rose and fell, outlining a clear and distinct contour, like two giant drums covered with leather.

However, at this moment, Chen Ping's chest was wrapped with layers of white bandages.

This injury was naturally caused by Chen Ping inflicting a severe wound on himself. To prevent the deep, bone-revealing wound from healing itself within minutes, Chen Ping deliberately stopped the self-repair process of the Living Spirit Carving Knife.

Even so, relying solely on the almost overflowing vitality within his body, Chen Ping's wounds began to scab over in just one day and one night, without any stitches.

At this moment, the nurse, who was standing in front of Chen Ping, stretched out her slender hands and carefully unwrapped the gauze on Chen Ping's chest. Upon seeing the scabbed wound, she let out a gasp.

If she remembered correctly, although Chen Ping was an exchange student at Shrek Academy, there were so many seriously injured people at Mingde Hall yesterday that there wasn't a single healing-type Soul Master to treat him.

Even so, this guy's recovery speed is faster than many Soul Masters who have been healed. What kind of monster is this?

Her fingers roamed over Chen Ping's muscular body, the undulating muscles feeling wonderful to the touch. It took the nurse a while to realize she was there to apply medicine to Chen Ping's body.

With a flushed face, he took out a short knife, which looked to be only about 1.2 feet long. The handle was hidden by the nurse, but the blade was quite peculiar.

Unlike ordinary short knives that emphasize dexterity, this short knife is as wide as a palm, with a very short and thick blade, engraved with ornate patterns, making it impossible to tell what material it is made of.

The blade itself was dark red, but at this moment its surface was radiating a crimson light, and the two-foot-long blade aura flickered erratically, like a ball of raging flame ready to devour its prey.

With just two light cuts, the nurse completely removed the tightly wrapped bandages from Chen Ping's body.

Immediately afterwards, the young nurse, as if she had never learned how to change dressings before, looked at Chen Ping's wound, which had not yet fully healed, and then at the alcohol on the cabinet. She then pulled out the stopper and poured the entire bottle of alcohol onto Chen Ping's chest.

"hiss--"

Chen Ping had originally planned to take a break and sleep for a day or two, but as he was sleeping, he felt someone branding his chest with a hot iron, and he gasped in shock.

"I'm so sorry! I haven't learned how to change dressings. I'm sorry, I'm just here to help out voluntarily. Please bear with me."

The young nurse was startled by Chen Ping's reaction. Her face flushed as she apologized repeatedly, while she patted her ample breasts with lingering fear, causing them to sway slightly and showcasing her curvaceous figure perfectly within her white nurse's uniform.

At this moment, the nurse's slender waist was incredibly elastic, and her perfect curves extended downwards until they reached her round and full buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in her nurse's uniform, where they formed a perfect golden arc. It made one marvel at how perfectly the Creator controlled the beauty of mathematics.

A little more would be too much, a little less would be too little; this curve is just the perfect balance.

At this moment, Chen Ping was still in a daze because he had slept for more than twenty hours straight. He had no idea what had happened. He could only smell an extremely strong smell of alcohol and see a cute little nurse with a good figure and healthy wheat-colored skin apologizing to him repeatedly.

"Ah, I must not be fully awake yet."

Chen Ping smacked his lips, rubbed his eyes, wiped away the sleep from his eye sockets, and planned to sleep a little longer.

"No, Chen, don't go to sleep yet."

Just as Chen Ping turned over, intending to go back to sleep, the nurse once again stretched out her slender, seemingly soft and boneless hands, gently pushing Chen Ping while bringing her fragrant lips close to his ear, softly calling his name, looking extremely aggrieved.

The girl's unique fragrance filled Chen Ping's nostrils, completely waking him up. He subconsciously turned his head, and his lips almost touched the nurse's. The two were practically face to face, their breaths directly hitting each other's faces, creating an incredibly ambiguous atmosphere.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face of the young nurse in front of him, Chen Ping's mind went blank for about three seconds before he silently leaned his head back a little.

"It's you?"

Chen Ping pointed to the nurse girl whose face was flushed. Her familiar wheat-colored skin, high ponytail, and perfectly shaped buttocks—who else but Nana could have that?

Seeing Chen Ping's gaze unconsciously lingering on her hips, Nana's face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment.

This wasn't the first time she'd been stared at like this. With her figure, it was perfectly normal for the young men in the academy to be infatuated with her.

Even so, being looked up and down by Chen Ping, the person she was about to ask for a favor, still made Nana's legs go weak.

Chen Ping shook his head violently. Good heavens, he swore he was absolutely not staring at the other person for that reason.

The main reason is that when Nana was described in the original work, her perfect hip shape was mentioned. The reason he took a second look was because he was afraid of mistaking her for someone else.

However, looking at Nana, whose perfect figure was perfectly displayed in her tight nurse uniform, Chen Ping was still a little puzzled.

Wait, girl, aren't you a Soul Master of the Real Control system? How come you can switch careers to become a nurse?

"Yes, it's me, Chen. You can call me Nana."

"Do you remember the match you watched at the Soul Guidance Trial Arena three months ago? We met in that match."

"I've been wanting to see you for the past three months, but you've either been out doing experiments or inside Mingde Hall. Yesterday, I heard from Ziyan that you were in Mingde Hall, and I was planning to see you after you came out, but then Mingde Hall was attacked again."

"While I was participating in the academy's follow-up rescue efforts, I was also looking for you. I found out that the academy had carried you to the infirmary, so I signed up to be a temporary volunteer nurse to help you and the other lightly injured people change your dressings. That's how I finally found a chance to meet you."

At this point, Nana's tone contained both the relief of finally meeting Chen Ping and a hint of resentment.

It's obvious that for Nana, it's really too difficult to see Chen Ping, such a busy man.

(End of this chapter)