Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 107 The All-Federation Grand Competition: Aiming at Shrek Academy (Please Subscribe)

"Since the Empire was changed to the Federation, the original Continental Soul Master Academy Tournament has been changed to the Federation Grand Tournament, which is held in Shrek Inner City."

"Apart from Shrek City, the outstanding teams from the seventeen first-tier cities of the Federation in this year's local competitions will qualify for the Federation-wide competition ten months later."

In the tea room, Feng Zaixing took a sip of calming and refreshing tea and looked around at everyone: "As is customary, our academy can send two teams to participate in the youth group competition for those under 15 and those under 20, respectively."

"But I don't want to do that."

As he spoke, his clear and focused eyes looked towards the chaotic world.

"Just tell me what you want to do, the academy will absolutely support you!"

Luan Hongchen expressed his opinion without hesitation. He knew Feng Zaixing's personality and strength all too well. Feng Zaixing's combat power was almost beyond the range of young geniuses and could compete with the previous generation of prodigies.

In the Tianhai Grand Competition, he achieved legendary status in one battle. The Nine Stars Society recruited most of the academy's talents, and their voices were even more powerful than his, the dean's.

"Thank you, Dean." Feng Zaixing bowed and stated his plan: "This time, I'm going to change the rules of the competition."

"For the Nine Stars Society, this battle is a waste of time. My target is only Shrek Academy; or rather, all the inner court elites under the age of twenty at Shrek Academy—."

A moment later, thoughtful expressions flickered in everyone's eyes.

Le Zhengyang was the first to express his support: "Good! Go ahead and do it. I will protect you with my divine sword. Let's see if Yun Ming and the others dare to test the sword's edge!"

"This time, I'm going all out!" Luan Hongchen gritted his teeth, considering the large-scale destructive soul tools stockpiled in the warehouse. "The Yu family can use divine artifacts to maintain order if necessary, and level 10 fixed-position soul-guided cannons are also an option." Yu Xin said resolutely, the Yu family and the Central Legion had sufficient resources.

"Na'er supports it too!" Na'er clenched her little fists tightly, pondering how much of a chance Di Tian had of winning the battle against Yun Ming.

"Thank you all. We will shatter the myth of Shrek's young geniuses in this battle."

Feng Zaixing stood up and bowed respectfully to everyone, his expression resolute. "Before that, I think we should let Shrek Academy and Tang Sect suffer some economic hardship. They live a good life by sucking the blood of the Federation; it's time for them to taste the taste of being retaliated against."

Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy Stadium.

Long Tianwu, who had just snagged a general education class but was instead assigned to a physical education class, was pulled into a small corner by Feng Zaixing.

"Zaixing, what good stuff did you bring me to see?"

Long Tianwu's usually aloof face showed a question mark, wondering what Feng Zaixing was up to.

"Of course, it's something that benefits Kendo."

Seeing that no one was around, Feng Zaixing took out a small blue booklet and handed it over.

"Uncle Long, take a look."

Long Tianwu took the booklet with some skepticism, and gently opened it. One after another, pictures of human figures dancing with swords came into view, each picture accompanied by some annotations.

A quick glance reveals its penetrating insight, its concise and clear explanation, and its mastery of the essence of swordsmanship.

Silk-like sword energy was released from Long Tianwu's body. He used his mental power to make a slight deduction, and his eyes were gradually filled with a brilliant light. His hand holding the book trembled slightly with excitement.

"OK!"

After flipping through ten or so pages, Long Tianwu excitedly looked up, only to see that Feng Zaixing had already retreated dozens of meters away to avoid being injured by his aura.

With an apologetic smile, Long Tianwu withdrew her sword intent, gave Feng Zaixing a thumbs-up, and sincerely said:

"This is truly a treasure. Even the sword essence passed down from the War God Temple cannot compare to it. Your Body Sect truly has a profound foundation."

Long Tianwu naturally attributed this essence of swordsmanship to the Body Sect, after all, it was an ancient sect that once dominated the field with its combat techniques.

Feng Zaixing was happy to let him misunderstand and replied with a smile, "Uncle Long has been stuck at the peak of Sword Soul for some time. I hope it can help Uncle Long break through and add another top expert to our Federation."

"At that time, even if I rise to prominence, I will still be able to bask in some glory and seek your guidance on the path of the Sword God."

"Haha, then I'll take your good wishes." Long Tianwu put away the booklet and said excitedly, "With this, my chances of breaking through to the Sword God realm will increase by at least 30%."

"Even if I don't succeed, I'll have the confidence to challenge the number one war god!"

You're only aiming for the title of First War God? Your ambitions are too small.

Feng Zaixing shook his head inwardly, his Overlord Battle Spirit activating, and strode forward, saying, "Uncle Long, do you have no limits to your ambitions? We sword cultivators, how can we ever stop?"

"It's tough. I was a top genius back then, but I'm still not as good as the absolute best."

Long Tianwu sighed. Despite having more than a dozen Limit Douluos in the world, they only realized how difficult it was to break through when they reached the pass.

"Don't you have any ideas?" Feng Zaixing stared into Long Tianwu's eyes, his smile playful.

Long Tianwu felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but couldn't help shaking her head and smiling, lowering her voice.

"Of course! Who wouldn't want to become a Limit Douluo? Once you break through, I—the next Hall Master of the War God Temple—can give you even greater support!"

In the original plan, Chen Xinjie designated Ao Rui, the first God of War, as his successor. If Long Tianwu could defeat Ao Rui, the situation would naturally change. However, with the emergence of the "Good Saint Grandson" Feng Zai Xing, Ao Rui, the Hao Ri Douluo, immediately paled in comparison, and the succession to the God of War Temple jumped directly to the third generation.

Long Tianwu was pleased with this, since he and his wife were from Yu Guanzhi's faction and belonged to the same group.

"Just want to become a Limit Douluo. The Palace Master and Vice Palace Master Guan are getting old. It's most reassuring for us to take over."

Feng Zaixing spoke in coded language, and Long Tianwu's expression changed drastically as she understood what he meant.

Replace Guan Yue with yourself!

Getting to the point, Feng Zaixing's expression turned serious as he interrupted the other's thoughts, saying, "The path to becoming a king requires the heart of a king. I think Uncle Long, you've been the second God of War for too long and have lost your youthful vigor."

"If you accomplish something significant and cultivate the aura of a king, your chances of becoming a Sword God will increase by at least 50%!"

"Once you achieve the Sword God realm, why worry about breaking through the limits with a single sword strike? At that time, when you and Aunt Su combine your swords, even a quasi-god level expert could do nothing to you!"

The Heavenly Dance Emperor's Dream God Sword is a martial soul fusion skill of Long Tianwu and Su Mengjun, one of the War God Palace's trump cards, capable of threatening even the strongest warriors.

If Long Tianwu's cultivation level were to advance further, the power of her Martial Soul Fusion Skill would naturally increase dramatically, and even quasi-gods would have to avoid its edge.

Compared to the inexperienced Ye Xinglan, the swords of Long Tianwu and his wife were a hundred times sharper.

The alluring prospect made Long Tianwu's mind go blank for a moment, but he quickly suppressed his thoughts, staring intently at Feng Zaixing, and smiled:

"You're painting such a big picture for me, you must want me to do something big. Just say it."

"I can't accept your favors without doing something for you."

Feng Zaixing laughed heartily, "To be honest, it's nothing to brag about. I just want Uncle Long and Aunt Su to take some time to recuperate, and then go to Shrek Academy with me to protect me."

Upon hearing this, Long Tianwu frowned, but in the next instant, he nodded slightly and said nonchalantly, "Alright."

Feng Zaixing plans things out before acting; since the proposal has been made, he will simply follow suit.

Sword cultivators, after all, always keep their word.

"Thank you, Uncle Long. I hereby promise that I will definitely let you see the extreme scenery."

Feng Zaixing smiled warmly, determined to help another Limit Douluo emerge.

He knew very well where power came from. Of the three factions in the Temple of War, Yu Guanzhi’s faction needed to be strongly supported, Chen Xinjie’s faction needed to be won over and utilized, and Guan Yue’s faction had to be eliminated!

Taking everything into account, Long Tianwu is undoubtedly the best choice.

Time flies, and seven months have passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, the Sea God Pavilion held its annual meeting as usual.

Yun Mingju stood in the center, his expression indifferent. He looked around at the elders and finally looked at the youngest one, Lan Muzi.

"Muzi, how are you feeling?"

Lan Muzi stood up, her voice slightly weak: "Thanks to Your Holy Spirit's salvation, I will recover in ten days to half a month."

"The damage to the martial spirit must not be taken lightly."

Yun Ming added, "Don't worry about the battle armor, Wu Yu has prepared the materials for you."

"Thank you, Pavilion Master." Lan Muzi breathed a sigh of relief. It was rare for the academy to be so generous, and the Pavilion Master was more reliable than her previous teacher.

Only after leaving Long Yeyue did he realize that Yun Ming was quite capable. It's just that he usually didn't get involved in anything.

Yun Ming waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for such formalities, and then said, "In the past two years, the academy's reputation has suffered, and the new students have been incompetent. What are your thoughts on this?"

Thanks to the actions of a certain reverse Minotaur enthusiast, Yuan Enyehui and Le Zhengyu, the strongest students of the second year of Shrek Academy, were snatched away. Yun Ming occasionally went to observe and suddenly felt that he had recruited a bunch of monkeys.

The admissions office is incompetent; how can these students possibly compete with a six-winged angel?

However, Shrek Academy, being as prestigious as it is, does not have an admissions office. When Yun Ming raised the question, the elders stammered and shrugged, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with them.

Seeing this, Yunming felt exhausted and gave Yali a look.

Yali cleared her throat and said, "In three months, it will be the Federation-wide Grand Competition. The best academy teams from all over the Federation will come to Shrek City to compete. I think this is an opportunity."