Douluo Continent: The Eternal Dawn

Chapter 80 Now is the Time for Fantasy

Just like when Dai Huabin defeated Huo Yuhao's team, Ye Xixuan walked past Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu with a blank expression, and turned to look at Cui Yajie, the only one of the three who still had fighting power.

The coldness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by his usual gentle and calm expression.

"Do you want to continue?"

Cui Yajie was stunned, finding it hard to reconcile the current Ye Xixuan with the image of the one who had so powerfully defeated the Netherworld White Tiger. However, this contrast only served to appeal to her aesthetic sensibilities.

She smiled at Ye Xixuan, her charming smile particularly captivating.

"I surrender."

The teacher, acting as the referee, realized what was happening and immediately announced the winner of the match.

Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo exchanged a glance, then followed Ye Xixuan down the field.

On the viewing platform.

Nan Ruyao was still unable to recover from the shock she had just experienced. Although she was the homeroom teacher of Class 7, she only had a general idea of ​​Ye Xixuan's soul power cultivation and martial soul.

Ye Xixuan's first move shocked her more than it surprised her.

"Ugh! That wretched Ling Luochen! She's been keeping it from me all this time, not even giving me a single piece of information. What's wrong with telling me? Does she think I'll end up like you, an old cow eating young grass?!" Nan Ruyao cursed her best friend inwardly, but then she thought about it again.

With Ye Xixuan's talent and strength being so great, wouldn't I be able to get a promotion and a raise without even having to do anything?
"Teacher Nan, it seems that the champion of this freshman assessment will most likely be your class." Mu Jin, the homeroom teacher of Freshman Class 9, sighed softly from the bottom of her heart.

"With Ye Xixuan's soul ring configuration, the only one among this year's freshmen who might be able to rival him is probably Tang Wutong from Teacher Wang's class."

"This is all the result of the students' own talent and hard work." Nan Ruyao smiled somewhat awkwardly.

Wang Yan, standing to the side, smiled and chimed in, "Teacher Nan is right. As teachers, our role is primarily to guide. Our responsibility is to help students avoid unnecessary detours."

"If it were Zhou Yi, she wouldn't say that. Someone like her would love to take all the credit for herself in order to highlight her so-called superior teaching philosophy," Mu Jin said with a sneer, gloating.

"But unfortunately, she probably won't have the chance to 'show her skills' in the academy again."

Wang Yan smiled without saying a word; he had no intention of getting involved in the conflict between Mu Jin and Zhou Yi.

Although Nan Ruyao seemed rather naive, she was actually quite perceptive. Zhou Yi's husband, Fan Yu, was, after all, a Soul Douluo with an eighth-ring cultivation level, so there was no need for her to offend him with her words.

As for Du Weilun, the head of the outer academy of the Martial Soul Department, he had already learned about Ye Xixuan from Dean Cai Meier, and his stern face was almost bursting with suppressed laughter.

A genius like Ye Xixuan has shattered countless records in Shrek Academy's thousands of years of history. As the Dean of the Martial Soul Department, he felt equally honored.

Meanwhile, the other half of the freshmen, who hadn't yet participated in the elimination rounds, were all focused on Ye Xixuan.

This includes the seed team from the Hibiscus Class, composed of three girls: Ning Tian, ​​Wu Feng, and Nanmen Yun'er.

Ning Tian appeared to be taller than Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er. He stared intently in the direction of Ye Xixuan, his water-blue eyes shimmering with a lustrous glow.

From a young age, she was raised as the sole heir within the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, giving her a completely different way of thinking and perspective. Naturally, the exceptionally talented and powerful Ye Xixuan attracted her.

Standing beside Ning Tian, ​​Wu Feng possessed exquisitely delicate features and fair, jade-like skin, making her no less beautiful than Ning Tian. However, her eyes were cold. But upon seeing Ning Tian's expression, she immediately paled, biting her red lips nervously.

"Ning Tian, ​​no matter how strong he is, he's only at the Soul Master level. Besides, his two teammates are both at the two-ring level. With the boost from your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, we might not necessarily lose to them!"

Upon hearing this, not only Ning Tian, ​​but even Nanmen Yun'er subconsciously looked at Wu Feng, their expressions becoming extremely strange. Their eyes seemed to be questioning Wu Feng: Do you even believe what you're saying?
What Wu Feng feared most was that Ning Tian would have such thoughts about Ye Xixuan. Compared to that, she would rather face the pressure brought by Ye Xixuan directly.

"Didn't I tell you? I'll be your protector for life." Wu Feng calmly took Ning Tian's hands and said with certainty.

"No problem, even if we do encounter him in the next knockout round, we will definitely win!"

As soon as Wu Feng finished speaking, she saw Ning Tian turn around and face forward again. She subconsciously followed Ning Tian's gaze and saw Ye Xixuan also looking towards the stands.

Ye Xixuan had just forcefully overwhelmed Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Netherworld White Tiger, and his entire being exuded an inexplicable aura. Just by sensing this aura from afar, Wu Feng couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and the fear in her heart made her subconsciously take a few steps back.

Her body's instinctive reaction couldn't be hidden; she was actually afraid.
From Tang Wutong's perspective, however, she felt that Ye Xixuan was clearly looking at her, so she couldn't help but tilt her head back and proudly puff out her chest.

Although she was surprised by Ye Xixuan's third soul ring, which was ten thousand years old, she did not feel inferior because of it. Instead, she believed that only someone like Ye Xixuan was worthy of her, the daughter of a God King who was born noble.

The petite Xiao Xiao covered her mouth and muttered to herself with a worried tone, "His talent is terrifying. Compared to him, even with twin martial souls, I don't seem to have much of an advantage."

"What are you afraid of?!" Tang Wutong completely failed to understand that Xiao Xiao's worries were not because she was very likely to encounter Ye Xixuan in the subsequent elimination rounds. She crossed her arms and scolded her impatiently.

"Hmph! If we encounter him again, I'll deal with him myself. You all just need to take care of the others."

Beside Tang Wutong and Xiao Xiao was another teammate, also a female student. This female student had short purple hair and was usually quiet and reserved, so she didn't participate in the two's conversation.

Tang Wutong and the others on the stands all had the illusion that Ye Xixuan was watching them, but in fact Ye Xixuan's attention was always only on that thin figure outside the assessment area.

When Huo Yuhao woke up in the infirmary, he learned that he had completely missed the remaining nine rounds of the freshman assessment and was told to leave Shrek Academy as soon as possible that day.

But he was truly unwilling and didn't understand.

Why is it that every time I have even a sliver of hope for the future, Dai Huabin appears and plunges me from heaven to hell time and time again?

Fate always seemed to be playing tricks on him.

Huo Yuhao's Spirit Eye Martial Soul granted him superhuman vision, so even though he was standing on the fence outside the assessment area, he witnessed firsthand how Dai Huabin was completely crushed and defeated by Ye Xixuan.

But he didn't feel much joy; instead, he felt more despair and resentment.

Why are some people born into royalty, enjoying countless resources from their families? Why are some born with astonishing talent, yet only possess innate level one soul power when they awaken their martial soul?

This world is far too cruel for someone like him.

Huo Yuhao forcefully wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, silently turned and left, his slender figure conveying a resolute and determined air. His deep blue eyes held a hatred and resentment that seemed to materialize, and he gritted his teeth, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

"But one day, one day..."

(End of this chapter)