Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 347 Testing the Master Craftsman Zhenhua
Long Yeyue slowly shook her head, denying his guess, and uttered a name that surprised even Yun Ming:

"It wasn't the Federal Speaker, it was Harosa, the Hades Douluo Harosa. He personally took action."

“Harosa?” Yun Ming’s brows furrowed even more. “Then it shouldn’t be like this. Although Harosa’s death attribute is strange and powerful, Yu Yuanzu’s ultimate lightning is its nemesis.”

"Even if Harosa wins, it will be a Pyrrhic victory. It is impossible for him to kill all three of them so decisively and cleanly while remaining completely unharmed. There must be some mystery behind this that we don't know about."

“I don’t know either.” Long Yeyue’s voice was filled with confusion and helplessness. “Logically speaking, with Ning Qingcheng’s all-round enhancement, Tang Zhong and Yu Yuanzu’s combined strength should be enough to contend with or even suppress Halosa. But the ending was just like this… Three peak Limit Douluo fell silently and faster than we could have imagined.”

"Even with the help of those evil soul masters from the Dark Department of the Spirit Pagoda, it shouldn't be possible. Their strongest cultivator is only Harosa. How could they have caused the deaths of these three top experts so quickly?"

A deeper silence fell over the top floor of the Sea God Pavilion.

Yun Ming turned his gaze out the window again, looking at the bustling scene of Shrek City, but his eyes became incredibly deep.

The appearance of Harosa, the bizarre deaths of three allies, the Federation's unwavering stance, the potential role of the Spirit Pagoda, the arrival of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Guidance Academy...

All of this seemed to weave together a huge and dangerous net, slowly enveloping Shrek Academy.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Yun Ming sighed.

"Even though I possess great skills, when faced with the behemoth that is the Federation, I can only retreat to Shrek City and guard the last peace that belongs to the continent."

"The Xu family, humph. If it weren't for Huo Yuhao, the traitor, helping them ten thousand years ago, how could they have survived until now?"

"It was wiped out by Shrek Academy long ago."

"Yes."

Long Yeyue's expression also turned somewhat solemn.

"If the Xu family weren't here, we probably would have had a chance to get our hands on those three level 12 God-Slaying Fixed-Motion Soul-Guided Cannonballs. Unfortunately, all three are currently under the control of the Xu family."

"Hmph, the so-called Federation is nothing more than a one-man show by the Xu family." Yun Ming sneered. "It has always been Shrek Academy that has maintained peace on the continent. What has their Federation done? Colluding with those evil soul masters from the Spirit Pagoda?"

"If a conflict with the Federation is inevitable, I will do everything in my power to eliminate the Xu family, this scourge, and restore peace to the mainland!"

Yunming cut through the railway like a nail.

……

Tiandou City, headquarters of the Blacksmith Association.

The building itself is like a huge work of metal art, full of power and precision.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the association's hall was somewhat strange. The staff members subconsciously moved away from the direction of the president's office, their faces filled with awe and curiosity.

Two figures, exuding undeniable authority and a subtle sense of oppression, strode through the hall and arrived at the door of the president's office. Leading the group was Dong Zi'an, the commander of the Western Legion. He was burly and his steps were steady, each one seemingly capable of shaking the ground.

Following behind him was one of the councilors and worshippers of the Spirit Pagoda, Qian Gu Qing Feng.

Without any prior notice, the heavy metal door of the office slid open automatically.

A figure emerged from the inner room to greet them.

He was a man who looked to be no more than thirty years old, with black hair and black eyes, and an exceptionally handsome appearance, but his eyes held a deep sense of vicissitude that did not match his age.

What's most peculiar is that the hair at his temples is completely white, creating a striking contrast with his jet-black hair and adding to his unique charm.

However, what is most striking is his hands.

It was a pair of hands that were fifty percent larger than the average person's, but they were not rough or clumsy. On the contrary, they were exceptionally fair and slender, with no prominent knuckles. The skin was smooth and translucent, as if it had been carefully carved from the finest jade, radiating a faint, warm glow.

These unique hands are the symbol of his identity: the hands of a master craftsman.

He is Zhenhua, the president of the Blacksmiths Association and the only master craftsman on the mainland.

With the massive amount of life energy and rare materials invested by the Federation every year, he managed to build up his soul power to the level of a level 98 Super Douluo, despite not being a top-tier martial soul talent. This enabled him to complete the forging work at the level of a divine craftsman and create one powerful four-word battle armor after another for the Federation.

"Commander Dong, Your Majesty, may you live forever." Zhenhua wore a perfectly respectful smile, his gaze sweeping over the two men before getting straight to the point, "I wonder what important matter brings you two to my humble forging association?"

Zhenhua was quite surprised to see these two people come in person.

It seems the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda have a very close relationship.

Dong Zian actually came with Qian Gu Qingfeng. I wonder what important event has happened?
Dong Zi'an made no attempt at pleasantries. His fiery temper, coupled with his accusatory intent, led him to snort coldly, his voice like muffled thunder:

"President Zhenhua, your information shouldn't be that out of touch, right? You're not telling me you haven't heard about the deaths of three Limit Douluo—Tang Zhong, the Grand Elder of the Haotian Sect; Ning Qingcheng, the Sect Master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; and Yu Yuanzu, the Patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—today, are you?"

Zhenhua's face instantly showed just the right amount of shock and astonishment, and he exclaimed:
"What? The three Your Majesties... have fallen? This... how is this possible! I have been engaged in crucial forging all day, cutting off all outside information, so I still don't know who did this. How could they have such methods!"

Dong Zi'an stared intently into Zhenhua's eyes, as if trying to find any trace of guilt. He completely ignored Zhenhua's explanations and continued in an aggressive tone:
"How they fell is a matter for the federal investigation. What we need to ask you now!"

"Federal intelligence has determined that Shrek Academy and its affiliated forces possess a large number of four-word battle armors of unknown origin that have not been reported to the Federation!"

He took a step forward, his powerful aura pressing down on Zhenhua like a mountain:
"We strongly suspect that you, Zhenhua, have long been secretly colluding with Shrek Academy, using resources provided by the Federation to privately and massively manufacture four-word battle armor for their core combat forces. This is a blatant act of betrayal! It is the greatest disloyalty to the Federation! Do you know the consequences!"

Zhenhua's face turned pale instantly, and he waved his hands repeatedly, his tone urgent and sincere:
"Injustice! Commander Dong, this is an absolute injustice! Zhenhua's achievements today are entirely due to the Federation's dedicated cultivation and support. My loyalty to the Federation is as clear as day!"

“Every four-word battle armor I forge each year strictly follows the procedures, is reported to and reviewed by the Federation, and is never leaked out without authorization! As for why Shrek Academy has unreported four-word battle armor, I... I really don't know! Perhaps there's another reason?”

(End of this chapter)