Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King

Nan Fusheng glanced at his three companions and took the lead.

As Nan Fusheng entered the area Wu Changkong had previously passed through, a strange sensation instantly washed over him. He felt as if his body was enveloped by a peculiar energy, and the next moment, he appeared out of thin air in another place.

This is a deep blue space. Above and below the head are deep blue crystals, and the walls are made of silver-white metal. The refracted light is extremely strange.

Three more beams of light flashed, and Tang Wulin and the other two appeared beside him.

"Wow, it really is space technology! The place where we're taking the final exam is so high-end." Xie Xie exclaimed.

Wu Changkong was right in front of him. He walked to the side of the wall and did something, and suddenly the wall cracked open, revealing a large screen. Various strange symbols lit up on the screen, and a keyboard popped up. Wu Changkong ran his hands across the keyboard and tapped away like lightning, like raindrops hitting banana leaves.

"Identity confirmed, Donghai Xiaochangkong."

"Test difficulty: medium. Test number: four. Ten-second countdown."

"ten--"

"Nine--"

"What's going on? Why did the countdown start right away?" Xie Xie asked in surprise.

Wu Zhangkong turned and looked at them, "Do you still want more time to prepare? Do what you want to do."

"Eight, seven, six, ..., three, two, one, start!"

Four beams of blue light descended from the sky without warning, instantly landing on Nan Fusheng and his three companions. With a flash of blue light, the four vanished without a trace.

Gradually, he felt his body being pulled, so he quickly gathered his soul power, and his blood flowed faster. He could clearly hear his heartbeat accelerating.

Each strong heartbeat alleviated his pain and gradually calmed him down.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and Nan Fusheng felt his body instantly lose control, followed by a strong sense of weightlessness.

The world spun around him; that was his first feeling. Then came an indescribable, intense pulling sensation. This feeling was very clear, but fortunately, his mental strength was strong enough that he quickly adapted to it.

Nan Fusheng looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar space. The earth was a pale white, there was no sky, and the end could not be seen.

At this moment, Nan Fusheng was in mid-air. Fortunately, he was not too high off the ground. Nan Fusheng adjusted his posture to minimize the impact of landing, and then rolled over to land safely.

"Welcome to the Hall of Heroes. First Trial, Intermediate Difficulty. Name: Nan Fusheng, Age: Ten."

"Test requirements: First round, hold on for thirty seconds."

Then, a flash of light appeared, and a figure appeared opposite him. It was a very refined-looking young man with long, dark blue hair and a lazy smile on his face.

"Start!" the electronic voice announced again.

The boy's eyes suddenly lit up, and then a blue light appeared between his eyebrows. Streaks of blue-purple electricity burst out like small snakes, circling around his body, and a lightning bolt mark appeared on his forehead.

Two yellow, century-old spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

The boy charged directly towards Nan Fusheng, his legs moving with a strange gait, and his first spirit ring lit up.

A dragon claw, formed from blue-purple lightning and about a foot in diameter, slammed directly towards Nan Fusheng.

steal!

The next moment, with a loud "boom," the boy's attack slammed directly into the ground, and Nan Fu's figure appeared not far away, his face somewhat ugly.

Nan Fusheng had originally intended to directly steal the boy's consciousness, but failed. He was forced to use his second soul skill, "Door," to dodge.

"Damn it, I almost forgot this guy isn't a real person, just a virtual character created from scratch. What kind of consciousness could such a thing possibly have?"

Before Nan Fusheng could think further, the boy continued to approach him, raising his right hand. A strange attraction drew Nan Fusheng toward him; this was the Tang Clan's ultimate technique: Controlling Cranes and Capturing Dragons.

"Hmph, I just didn't react in time, but it's different now, steal!" Nan Fusheng used steal again.

This theft successfully paralyzed the boy, and the suction force naturally disappeared.

"It worked!" Nan Fusheng had just used theft, but the target changed from consciousness to the boy's ability to move, successfully interfering with the boy.

Logically, since the boy lacked consciousness, the theft should have failed, and the theft of his mobility should have also failed. Unfortunately, the boy himself was created from data.

When Nan Fusheng transforms the stolen object into action ability, what he steals will naturally be the corresponding data. Due to the lack of data, some minor bugs will begin to appear on the boy, causing him to be unable to move.

Although it's a bit troublesome that he can't steal consciousness, as a seasoned thief, Nan Fusheng isn't limited to just this one method. He can simply steal something else.

"Just perform appropriately from now on. If the strength of the next opponent starts to exceed a certain standard, then you will have to admit defeat. This boy should be the Thunderbolt Baby from ten thousand years ago."

"Thirty seconds are up, first level passed."

"Second stage begins. Defeat your opponent. Or hold on for another thirty seconds." An electronic voice announced, and the boy began to stand up from the ground.

……

A flash of light, and Nan Fusheng stumbled out, his face pale from excessive consumption of soul power, looking extremely disheveled.

"You're out, you're out! Fusheng, how many rounds did you pass?" Xie Xie asked.

Nan Fusheng looked over and saw Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, and Xie Xie outside. Tang Wulin and Xie Xie had bruises and swelling on their faces, clearly having been badly beaten.

"Advanced, two levels. The final level is really difficult. I put in a lot of effort on the first level, but I still failed in the end. How about you guys?" Nan Fusheng said with a wry smile.

Xie Xie: "Intermediate, Level 1."

Tang Wulin: "Intermediate level, two stages."

Gu Yue: "Just like you."

After hearing that Nan Fusheng had passed the two advanced levels, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie fell silent. It's true what they say, comparisons are odious!

Wu Changkong walked over and looked at the four of them. He nodded, "Come here."

The four walked up to him. Xie Xie lowered his head. He had the worst grades and thought to himself that he was probably going to be criticized.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when suddenly a bright light appeared, and the four of them felt a strong spatial fluctuation; they vanished from their spot.

When the light flashed again, they appeared in what looked like an office. The spacious space was over two hundred square meters. A large desk sat in the back, and white leather sofas were neatly arranged.

"Sit down, there are some things I need to talk to you about." Wu Changkong gestured to the sofa.

All four of them had some doubts, but they still sat down on the sofa.

Wu Changkong sat down opposite them.

"You must be wondering about today's exam. You've all encountered opponents of the same level. I must tell you that these opponents you faced in the Hall of Heroes were all real Soul Masters who actually existed."

Because it's a simulation, it can only unleash about 70% of their true strength. How do you think your strength compares to theirs?

A soul master who really existed?

Tang Wulin immediately thought of the twin martial soul opponent he was facing. Xie Xie, on the other hand, pictured a tall, beautiful girl with a waist as supple as a longbow.

But what came to Gu Yue's mind was a boy with black hair and eyes that shone with a strange light.

In the final stage, it was he who easily defeated me. The feeling of fighting him was absolutely terrifying.

Nan Fusheng responded, "Heh, 70%? You're kidding me."

Chapter 75 The Tang Clan Steals Data

In the intermediate level, the Bei Bei that Nan Fusheng encountered was indeed very much in line with the strength of a second-ring Great Soul Master. He believed it to be 70% true.

But in the advanced levels, he still encountered Beibei, who was still only at the second level, but he was able to use dragon transformation, which was outrageous!

Are they taking advantage of Nan Fusheng's lack of education? To use Dragon Transformation, a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master needs at least a three-ring cultivation level, a fact he had seen in the Martial Soul Encyclopedia.

Let's just say that Bei Bei is exceptionally talented, but the final level is even more outrageous, as he encounters Huo Yuhao.

However, Huo Yuhao's mental strength was far too strong, and he was hit by Huo Yuhao's mental attack.

Damn, I almost eliminated him outright. His spiritual power must be at least at the peak of the Spirit Sea Realm, or even the Spirit Abyss Realm. And the Spirit Abyss Realm is a realm where one can fuse with a 100,000-year-old soul spirit.

Although Huo Yuhao did seem to have absorbed the Ice Emperor Soul Ring, which was 400,000 years old, at around the second ring level, that was an exception. The difficulty of absorbing it through sacrifice and fusion are completely different.

That damn Tang Clan, they probably tampered with the data.

Especially his hand-to-hand combat ability. When Nan Fusheng realized something was wrong, he immediately used his second soul skill: Gate. He teleported in front of Huo Yuhao, preparing to engage in close combat with him.

As it turned out, Huo Yuhao was too muscular and actually suppressed him completely in hand-to-hand combat. With that kind of physique, he would believe you if you told him he was a power-type Soul King.

He effortlessly wielded various Tang Clan techniques, beating Nan Fusheng to a pulp. Why didn't he use theft? Fictitious data lacks consciousness, so it can't be stolen. Stealing mobility and mental attacks—have you heard of that?

Although he could still fight, there was no need. He had already fully demonstrated his abilities, so there was no need to work himself to death. Well, Nan Fusheng was just lazy.

In any case, his current performance is good enough for him to join the Tang Clan, so why bother with any more effort?

Wu Changkong continued, "There are two reasons why I brought you here."

First, because your absorption capacity on the Spirit Ascension Platform is nearing its limit. At most a few more times, you won't be able to continue training there. Therefore, you'll need another place to hone your skills and gain practical experience.

The battles in the Hall of Heroes are more realistic because the injuries are directly inflicted on your physical bodies. Of course, if your injuries reach a certain level, you will be automatically teleported out, unlike in the Ascension Platform where the destruction of the body can cause a mental shock.

Comparatively speaking, you can think of the Hall of Heroes as a higher-level Ascension Platform.

"Secondly, the significance of the assessment does not lie in the final exam. Your final exams were already completed at the Ascension Platform during the riot, and I have already given you the scores."

Passing the test here means you can join. If you decide to join, you can accumulate merit points to use in the Hall of Heroes for training.

"Teacher Wu, what does this organization do?" Xie Xie asked. He came from a large family and couldn't just join an organization of unknown origin. But since this organization was located in the Donghai High-Tech Park, its background must be quite legitimate.

Wu Changkong asked, "Have you heard of the Tang Clan?"

Tang Clan?

Upon hearing those two words, Tang Wulin and the other two were all jolted.