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

Chapter 620 Standing Stick and Falling Dragon
The Mad Dragon Staff instantly split into three, a sudden change that took Merck by surprise.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Ping strode forward, twirled and flipped his three-section staff, and with a whoosh, the bone chain was firmly wrapped around the blade of the sickle.

Immediately afterward, Chen Ping delivered a solid kick. Unable to withstand the force of the kick, Merck loosened his grip, and Chen Ping easily twisted and snapped the scythe in his hands.

He casually flicked one end of the Mad Dragon Staff, and in the next moment, lightning crackled across the three-part staff, drawing a striking lightning net in mid-air.

Chen Ping showed no sign of stopping. He swung the staff out, caught the middle section with his right arm, and then reached out with his left hand to pull out the entire three-section staff before swinging it out again, repeating the cycle.

In an instant, the audience below the stage saw the Mad Dragon Three-Section Staff flying back and forth on Chen Ping's body, piercing his waist and back, and his whole body was enveloped in a layer of red lightning.

Within those streaks of red lightning, one could even vaguely sense a terrifying dragon's might, while the hoops of the three-section staff, which swung wildly, flickered with afterimages unique to the Hellish Mad Dragon.

"What kind of martial spirit is this? How can it transform?"

For a moment, many audience members were stunned and took out their photo recorders to take pictures.

With just a glance, everyone present could guess that the martial soul before them was definitely a top-tier martial soul, or even a higher-level martial soul.

A Soul Master who is at least level six in terms of Soul Master level not only possesses the power of an Evil Soul Master, but also has a second Martial Soul specifically for combat?
Before the audience could react, Chen Ping was already enveloped in streaks of red lightning, and his Mad Dragon Three-Section Staff had transformed back into the Mad Dragon Treasure Staff. He stood upright with the staff, his eyes fixed intently on Merck, who had barely managed to stand.

Before Merck could react, Chen Ping's staff had already slammed down solidly. Along with it, the lightning net that Chen Ping had wrapped around himself when he swung the staff earlier had now condensed into a semi-solidified hellish dragon, which crashed down with a loud bang along with Chen Ping's staff!
"I surrender!"

Feeling the semi-solidified lightning dragon that could devour him and turn him into a pile of ashes, Merck's fear reached its peak. He activated his last invincible shield and shouted words of surrender.

The next moment, Merck, who was inside the protective shield, had a drastic change in expression, his face showing disbelief and horror.

In this single collision, nearly 70% of his soul power was depleted. The terrifying red lightning on his invincible shield spread out in all directions like hundreds of twisting and crawling snakes, and even the air seemed to become the medium through which these lightning bolts roamed.

Including the soul power released during the previous attack, his soul power reserves were now almost completely depleted.

Even if the opponent stops attacking, the invincible shield that could originally last for three seconds will soon be broken.

And this was only the effect of Chen Ping using his first and second soul skills!
As his soul power was completely exhausted, fine cracks appeared on the pale yellow invincible shield, its light became extremely dim, and with a bang, it disintegrated into countless points of light.

Just then, the Soul-Guiding Spiders on the ground finally rushed up again. Just as they were about to jump onto Merck and disembowel him, Chen Ping loosened his grip slightly, and the originally illusory six-pointed star disappeared.

At the same time, the soul-guided puppies and soul-guided spiders that Chen Ping had created all fell to the ground without making a sound, just as they had always been.

Merck froze for several seconds before he dared to shakily loosen his arms that were protecting him.

Looking at the soul tools that were either aimed at him or hanging on his clothes, now completely still, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Looking up at the three referees who were already stunned, Chen Ping said proudly, "I won. Take what I deserve."

The protective shield was activated, and Nether Thunder Douluo quickly arrived in front of Number Ninety-Eight, helping him up and checking his body.

After confirming that he was unharmed, they breathed a sigh of relief. Turning back to look at Chen Ping, their gazes became strange. The three referees had already stepped down from their seats, but instead of approaching Chen Ping, they hesitated, staring at the Nether Thunder Douluo.

Just then, another old man came to the stage. He was Tianwu Douluo, who had previously been known as the Second Elder in the central VIP room.

"Your subordinates pay their respects to the Alliance Leader." The three referees bowed to the Second Elder at the same time.

"Get up, all of you. Hurry up and give the bet to this young friend. Our Xishui Alliance has always been based on integrity and will never do anything that goes against our word."

With his word, the three referees dared not delay and hurriedly came to Chen Ping, handing him the Flame Wizard and the Dark Azure Dragon. They then returned the Blade of Life, which they had studied for a long time and had only had a good look at, to Chen Ping.

"No, I can't give it to him. That's my Dark Azure Dragon!"

At this moment, Number 98 had already reacted and climbed up from the fighting platform, seemingly about to pounce.

In response, the six-pointed star in Chen Ping's palm, which had not yet completely dissipated, lit up once more. The soul-guided mechanical dogs with blooming soul-guided cannons on their heads once again aimed at Merck, causing Merck to freeze in place instantly, no longer daring to utter a word.

At this moment, Ming Lei Douluo's expression immediately turned ugly. He grabbed Mo Ke, who was still trying to rush over, and slapped him across the face. "Useless thing! You lost your senior brother's Flame Wizard, why didn't you say a word? All you know is to think about your Dark Azure Dragon."

"Isn't it embarrassing enough? You want to just grab it by force? How did I teach you, you piece of trash?"

With that, he led Merck off the stage and disappeared in a few swift movements.

On the stage, the leader of the Xishui Alliance smiled slightly and said, "Greetings, young friend. I am the owner of the Xishui Alliance. You may call me Nangong Wan."

Chen Ping raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly remembering what the name represented.

"Hello, Alliance Leader Nangong, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Nangong Wan didn't say much, but said to the three referees, "Alright, let's announce the result of the match."

"Yes."

The chief referee agreed and then spoke in a loud voice.

"After fierce competition, the top three contestants of the Xishui Alliance division of this year's Mingdu Soul Mentor Elite Competition have been determined. They are contestant number 66, contestant number 88, and contestant number 85."

"In addition to winning today's grand prize, they will also have the opportunity to represent our Xishui Alliance in the final competition against the top three teams from the other two sub-regions."

The competition is finally over, and some are happy while others are sad.

Some gamblers with a strong gambling spirit who had bet on Chen Ping were now cheering loudly. Meanwhile, those who had bet against him were dejected.

(End of this chapter)