Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 138 The Power of the Distant Butterfly

Zhengtian Academy's strength should not be underestimated; they are fully qualified to compete for the top eight. However, they have been unlucky. First, they encountered Shrek Academy, which defeated them despite being weaker. Then, they were unfortunate enough to run into St. Freya Academy.

"My name is Lu Jingming. Let's be friends. You're very outstanding. Have you ever considered developing your career in Haiyuan City?" Lu Jingming smiled and extended his hand, looking at Ye Wuqing in front of him.

He truly admired Ye Wuqing, who was expected to break through to the Soul Emperor level before the age of twenty, which meant that he could at least become a Title Douluo.

It was only because Zheng Tian Academy had limited resources that he would have been even more outstanding. Haiyuan City did not lack high-end combat power, but it lacked a pillar like Ye Wuqing.

If Ye Wuqing is willing to come to Haiyuan City, Lu Jingming would not mind adding another commander position in addition to the five commanders of the Zhijin Guard, or simply forming a brand new Soul Master Legion.

In fact, Lu Jingming has recently been planning to form a new Soul Master Legion.

The Golden Guard is responsible for maintaining order in Haiyuan City and is primarily responsible for defense. He needs to forge an indestructible blade, an invincible army of Soul Masters, and distinguish himself from the Golden Guard.

He had even thought of a name for the legion: the Fools. If Ye Wuqing was willing to come, Lu Jingming wouldn't mind focusing on training him and giving him an executive officer position.

Ye Wuqing and the others were taken aback. They had thought that Lu Jingming would provoke them with an arrogant and condescending attitude, but they were surprised to receive a friendly invitation instead.

Recalling what he had seen and heard in Haiyuan City during this time, Ye Wuqing grasped Lu Jingming's outstretched hand and said calmly, "Thank you, I will consider it."

"Then I'll await your reply!"

Lu Jingming said with a smile, then looked at Yu Mengdi, Tang Xiaolei and the others, and said, "The same goes for you, the gates of Haiyuan City are always open to you."

Unlike Douling Royal Academy, Zhengtian Academy is not exclusive to the royal family. After graduation, the academy will not interfere with where students go.

However, students of the Douling Royal Academy will definitely serve the Douling Empire after graduation.

Therefore, even though Gu Zhujian and the others were equally outstanding, Lu Jingming did not presume to extend an invitation.

Lu Jingming's friendly attitude almost completely dispelled the initial hostility of Yu Mengdi and the others.

Dan Heng pretended not to see Lu Jingming recruiting talent on the competition stage, and the audience was also unaware of what they were talking about. They only saw Lu Jingming shaking hands with Ye Wuqing and felt that the atmosphere was not tense.

Although the atmosphere on the field seemed harmonious and pleasant, the game still had to be played, and the audience couldn't be kept waiting for too long.

After all, if Zhengtian Academy can be completely defeated in this contest, it will be much easier to subdue them later.

The two teams quickly widened the gap to 100 meters on the field.

Dan Heng calmly surveyed both sides before announcing, "The match begins!"

At this command, both teams simultaneously released their spirit rings.

The light of the spirit rings instantly shone on the field, and Ye Guyi and Yu Mengdi rushed towards each other like arrows released from a bow at almost the same moment.

Two beautiful and holy angelic phantoms slowly emerged behind them.

The angelic phantom behind Ye Guyi was breathtakingly beautiful, radiating a pure and sacred aura. In comparison, although the angelic phantom behind Yu Mengdi was equally extraordinary, it paled in comparison to Ye Guyi.

Although Yu Mengdi's soul power level was higher than Ye Guyi's, she was suppressed by Ye Guyi, who was only a Soul Master, in terms of the momentum at the beginning.

Immediately afterwards, a sacred and stirring war song seemed to come from the depths of the distant void, echoing in every corner of the arena.

The platinum holy sword clashed fiercely with the golden twin swords, unleashing a dazzling burst of sparks.

The white and gold wings intertwined and tumbled fiercely in the air, like two divine birds in battle.

The spectacular duel between these two female angels immediately provided the audience with an unparalleled visual feast.

The audience's emotions were instantly ignited, and excited shouts rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire stadium.

"Are all angelic martial souls this cool? They even have their own background music when they appear?"

March 7th's eyes were filled with envy as she secretly thought how impressive it would be to have such exclusive background music during her battles.

As she spoke, a delicate pink longbow appeared in her hand.

Accompanied by faint fluctuations of soul power, an arrow of ice exuding a chilling aura quickly condensed and took shape.

On March 7th, he drew his bow with all his might, and the arrow whistled through the air, accurately intercepting a purple arrow of light in mid-air.

Tang Xiaolei, who had just fired an arrow from the Purple Flower Bow, was taken aback.

He never expected that this pink-haired girl from St. Freya Academy was also a master archer.

However, he quickly noticed the difference between the two: March 7th had a soul tool, while his own Purple Flower Bow was a manifestation of his martial soul.

At that moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

A dark shadow flashed into view like a ghost. It was Yang Yifan, who was holding the Shadow Blade. His second soul ring suddenly shone, and his soul skill "Shadow Swift Slash" was activated instantly.

In an instant, his speed suddenly increased, and he transformed into a streak of light. The shadow blade in his hand also transformed into a sharp blade of light as he moved at high speed, slashing horizontally towards Xia Die.

At the same time, Blood Wolf was not to be outdone. He unleashed his Martial Soul Possession, instantly landing on all fours like a ferocious beast, and pounced on Xia Die from another direction at an astonishing speed.

His blood-red hair flew wildly in the gale, exuding a frenzied and bloody aura.

The jet-black shadow blade slash and the blood-red claw light attacked Xia Die almost simultaneously.

Clearly, after careful consideration, the members of Zhengtian Academy concluded that Lu Jingming, Gu Yue, and Liu Ying, who had already revealed their strength, were too powerful, and they were not entirely confident in dealing with them. Tang Xiaolei was there to restrain San Yueqi, and Yu Mengdi was there to counter Ye Guyi, while the Robin and his group dared not launch an attack on them lightly.

After weighing their options, they chose the butterfly as their breakthrough point.

Faced with the oncoming attack, Xia Die remained dazed and innocent, only blinking her eyes slightly.

Then, with an elegant wave of her right hand, black energy rapidly gathered, and an extremely magnificent purple scythe instantly appeared in her hand.

"Bah!"

Two purple blade lights flashed like lightning, instantly shattering the pitch-black blade light and the blood-red claw light under the sharp blade light.

In Xia Die's hands, the huge purple scythe seemed like a light toy, which she wielded casually.

The scythe slashed out horizontally with a mighty force, tearing through the air with a tremendous flash of light and a piercing sound.

Yang Yifan and Blood Wolf's expressions changed drastically in an instant. They realized that they seemed to have kicked a hornet's nest.

Lu Jingming watched this scene and couldn't help but shake his head with amusement.

In his opinion, the people from Zhengtian Academy would be better off challenging Gu Yue than approaching Xia Die.

If Xia Die hadn't been kind-hearted, the moment these two got close, they would probably have been shrouded in the shadow of death.

Even so, with their combined strength, they were far from being a match for Xia Die.

Under the onslaught of purple blade light, which was like a storm, the two were trapped in a desperate situation, facing imminent danger.

Despite her usual adorable and innocent appearance, once she enters battle mode, her agility is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

In the eyes of the audience, Xia Die wielded a purple scythe, her figure light and graceful, just like a purple butterfly dancing.

However, beneath this beautiful appearance lies a deadly danger; her formidable strength leaves Yang Yifan and Blood Wolf in a sorry state.

In an attempt to escape Xia Die's pursuit, the two used several soul skills in succession, but to no avail.

Seeing her teammates in such a dangerous situation, Yan'er was extremely anxious.

Flames swirled around her, and her first and second spirit rings shone simultaneously as she instantly unleashed her first spirit skill, "Fireball Technique," and her second spirit skill, "Fireball Array."

Five fireballs, burning fiercely, intertwined and carrying temperatures high enough to melt steel, hurtled towards Xia Die like meteors, attempting to rescue their teammates.

However, Xia Die was not alone. Gu Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, her movements elegant and composed, and gently hooked her right index finger.

In an instant, the light blue sphere beside her shone brightly, followed by a deafening dragon's roar, and a lifelike water dragon materialized out of thin air.

The water dragon roared as it charged toward the five blazing fireballs.

"boom!"

The fireball and the water jet collided violently, triggering a massive explosion.

Huge amounts of water vapor quickly spread out, turning into thick fog that enveloped most of the competition venue.

Just then, a blue lightning bolt suddenly exploded in the mist, and a blood-red holy mark quietly appeared on the back of Lu Jingming's left hand.

The powerful lightning energy contained within the sacred mark surged into his body like a raging torrent, stimulating every cell and pushing his speed to an incredible extreme.

In the blink of an eye, he traversed a hundred meters like a black lightning bolt, the black spear in his hand gleaming with a cold, sharp edge, and thrust fiercely towards Ye Wuqing.

The tip of the gun cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

Ye Wuqing's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated his first soul ring skill, "Golden Barrier".

A golden light shield instantly appeared in front of him. At the same time, Shangguan Can beside him was not idle either. He quickly shook the Soul-Capturing Bell in his hand and activated his third soul skill, "Soul Thorn".

The ringing carried a subtle yet powerful spiritual force, like an invisible blade, silently piercing Lu Jingming's brow.

Lu Jingming's gaze was sharp and intense. He glanced at it casually, and a flash of lightning appeared in his eyes, as if two bolts of lightning shot out from his eyes.

An invisible mental shock, accompanied by black and red lightning, shot out. The sonic bell collapsed instantly in the face of this powerful mental shock, like a fragile bubble.

The mental impact continued unabated, striking Shangguan Can directly.

"puff!"

Shangguan Can's face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered in the air.

His eyes were filled with fear and horror. Just a moment ago, he felt as if he had been glared at by a high and inviolable god. The terrifying feeling was like facing the might of the heavens, making his soul tremble.

Lu Jingming shook his head. Shangguan Can dared to use a mental-type soul skill on him; he was simply courting death.

You must know that a goddess who controls thunder is sleeping in his Holy Mark Space! If he hadn't actively isolated the Holy Mark Space, Shangguan Can would be facing more than just mental trauma right now.

His soul will likely be annihilated by divine power, reduced to ashes, leaving not even a trace.

Butterfly
(End of this chapter)