Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Upon first hearing Su Mengjun's telepathic message, Feng Zaixing thought he had misheard, but then realized that he was in the Douluo Continent.

That's not surprising. The world is a fantasy world, so being able to fight is the most important thing.

Thinking of this, Feng Zaixing sent Xu Miao a private message: What form does the school's physical education class take? It's not running with weights [disgusting], is it?

Xu Miao quickly responded: There really is one, it's said to have a long history, it's an experience learned from Shrek [shrug].

Feng Zaixing's forehead creased with a few black lines as he typed:

The concept of high emotional intelligence has a long history, but isn't the concept of low emotional intelligence an outdated relic that should have been thrown into the trash long ago? [skeptical]

Xu Miao: ...That's one way to understand it [covers face].

Feng Zaixing fell silent.

What has Douluo Continent been doing for the past 20,000 years? Why are they still obsessed with running?

I thought I could improve my physical education class, but it seems I'd better train myself. I'll go back to the principal's office and get a whole box of teaching materials.

In the third-grade teaching area, Xu Miao clattered to a button and dialed a voice call to relieve the president's worries:

"Don't worry, the academy will equip elite students with top-notch soul guidance technology facilities to simulate various environments such as gravity suppression, mud binding, ice and snow, and raging fire, upgrading running into survival, and the effect is very good."

Feng Zaixing's eyes lit up, and he walked down the corridor to answer the phone: "This is getting interesting. Is there anything else?"

"There are also some top-notch simulated combat facilities called the Hall of Heroes, which allow us to fight against simulated images of the top geniuses in history, including the Shrek Seven Devils from the generation of Lingbing Douluo ten thousand years ago, or even the original Seven Devils twenty thousand years ago, as well as some other masters in the history of the Tang Sect."

Hearing this, Feng Zaixing was somewhat incredulous: "How could a simulated image of a Tang Sect master appear in our academy?"

"The academy paid for it, and the Tang Sect synchronized their simulated images."

Feng Zaixing's suspicions deepened: "Would they be so easy to talk to?"

"Of course not."

Xu Miao pondered for a moment before replying, "Based on my personal experiments, the Tang Sect's simulation of Ancestor San Shi is more than 50% stronger than the actual historical figure."

"The simulated Spirit Ice Douluo and Dragon Butterfly Douluo are even more exaggerated, with terrifying combat awareness. In the records left by our ancestors, the combat power of those two when they first entered Shrek Academy was not strong."

Feng Zaixing's eyes narrowed slightly as he chuckled, "So sure?"

"Of course, could the Tang Sect have more detailed records than our family? Although it's normal for later generations to embellish their ancestors, it's rare to see it done this far; especially since the Tang Sect claims that their simulated ancestor only had 70% of his strength, they've really lost all shame."

Xu Miao walked under the shade of a tree and cursed, his tone suddenly turning low: "The original Seven Devils are even more powerful. Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's combat strength is several times stronger than their descendants with the same soul power and martial soul."

"I was forced to a mutual destruction by the simulated image of Netherworld Douluo Zhu Zhuqing, and I couldn't defeat anyone else. It's outrageous."

Seemingly realizing that saying this might be disrespectful to their ancestors, Xu Miao quickly changed his words:

"Of course, it's also possible that the original Seven Devils were indeed terrifyingly strong, after all, they were all legendary beings who became gods."

"Don't underestimate yourself. It's not like we haven't dealt with the geniuses of the Wu family before. The Netherworld White Tiger could dominate the four directions 20,000 years ago, but it's long outdated now."

Recalling the three old disciples of the Xingluo family whom he had easily killed, Feng Zaixing shook his head, a sense of disgust rising in his heart.

The fact that the original Seven Devils were able to become gods is, to put it bluntly, due to the advantages of the times. There were plenty of geniuses in this era who could beat the original Seven Devils to a pulp, but the Tang Sect was desperately trying to build up its ancestors' wealth.

Xu Sanshi is somewhat flamboyant. When he writes his autobiography, he will definitely praise himself as much as possible. In the end, it is not as good as the image simulated by Tangmen. Heaven knows how Tangmen filled in the data.

"Forget about the Tang Sect stuff for now, let's hope the other geniuses in the simulation are normal."

After ending the call, Feng Zaixing didn't think much of it. He called the whole class, and they headed towards Stadium No. 3 in a grand procession.

Forget about this so-called Hall of Heroes, let's fight first!

On the stadium, Su Mengjun stood with a handsome man next to a group of soul-guided buildings. The man had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes; he was none other than Emperor Sword Douluo Long Tianwu.

Upon seeing Feng Zaixing arrive with his men, both war gods breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, it was good that Feng Zaixing was willing to come.

"Uncle Long, you know what kind of skills we have. Ordinary training isn't necessary. Let's do something more interesting, shall we?"

Feng Zaixing arranged for Xu Yucheng and other trainees to run for survival, getting straight to the point and demonstrating his extremely efficient style.

"certainly."

Long Tianwu nodded and pressed a button beside him. The surrounding soul-guided structures immediately rose and fell in turn, and four prism soul-guided doors appeared in front of everyone, shining brightly.

"These four doors are called the Gates of Heroes. Inside are engraved images of powerful figures from all dynasties in the history of the continent. You can go in and fight to test your own strength and see where you stand in history."

Long Tianwu introduced, giving the four people an expectant smile: "The three Palace Masters all went in to fight when they were young, and even defeated two generations of Shrek Seven Devils members who were extremely famous in history; of course, the simulated Seven Devils members only have 70% of their strength."

Long Chen's eyes lit up: "Then wouldn't that mean I could fight Ancestor Bei Bei, who has the same cultivation level?"

The two war gods nodded with smiles.

A powerful aura, like a hawk cleaving through the sky, surged in Yu Xin's dark eyes. With the Divine Brush Martial Soul in hand, and four soul rings—three purple and one black—encircling her body, she gave Feng Zaixing a captivating look.

"I've passed the tests of Xiao Ding Douluo and Dragon God Douluo. This time, my target is the young Dragon Butterfly Douluo. Good luck!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped into the gate of heroes with steady steps.

Na'er said enviously, "Sister Yu has always been so cool."

"Na'er will definitely be like this when she grows up. I'll watch you go in. Good luck." Feng Zaixing laughed heartily, his handsome face full of encouragement.

"Yes, Na'er will definitely not let her brother and Xiaoxue down."

With the Silver Dragon Spear in hand, a flash of seven-colored light appeared deep within Na'er's eyes as she ventured into the battlefield, accompanied by two purple soul rings.

"Boss, I'll try my best to hold out as long as possible and fight my ancestor."

Long Chen chuckled, his gaze quickly hardening. He let out a powerful dragon roar and stepped through the gate.

Feng Zaixing didn't go in immediately. Instead, he asked Long Tianwu, "Uncle Long, what are the highest records set by the four major forces in the Gate of Heroes in the last few hundred years? Will the Tang Sect find out about the battles inside?"

Long Tianwu was slightly taken aback, but then realized that this was due to the arrogance of a prodigy, and said with a smile:

"The highest record was set by the Palace Master and Sky Douluo when they were young. They won battle after battle and passed the tests of everyone except Spirit Ice Douluo and Sea God Tang San from the two generations of the Legendary Seven Devils."

"The Tang Sect says they can't see it, but I don't know the specifics."

"Understood. Uncle Long, please sever the soul network here if necessary."

Feng Zaixing's expression turned solemn as he gazed at the portal of light before him, adjusted his wrist and bones, and stepped into it.

So, as long as we don't break through Tang San and Dai Yuhao's simulated images, there won't be a problem.

"Assessor: Feng Zaixing; Difficulty Level: Yellow; Assessment Content: Endure for one minute."

Feng Zaixing narrowed his eyes, looking at the figure that appeared not far away, his expression strange.

This is a handsome white-haired boy with a cheeky demeanor similar to Long Chen.

Most importantly, his martial soul is the three-legged golden toad, which is the direct ancestor of Dean Luan Hongchen—Xiao Hongchen from ten thousand years ago.

"This Xiao Hongchen probably doesn't have much fighting ability."

Having confirmed his opponent's identity, Feng Zaixing did not hesitate. His first spirit ring shone, and his body flashed to appear beside the simulated Xiao Hongchen.

With a straight punch, the simulated Xiao Hongchen disintegrated into light spots, and Feng Zaixing advanced powerfully.

Upon seeing this, Long Tianwu and Su Mengjun outside changed their expressions and secretly turned their gazes to the back.

Luan Hongchen appeared, his face somewhat dark.

He was, after all, his ancestor. The little guy didn't even know how to show some mercy; he could have easily punched him a couple more times.

Long Tianwu chuckled awkwardly and suggested, "Dean, how about we also include data on your ancestors in the future?"

Luan Hongchen's eyes lit up slightly, showing some interest, but he quickly waved his hand, saying without any enthusiasm:

"There's no need for that. Just be normal. Other people's families are other people's families. My ancestors really only had 70% of their strength. It's not shameful for them to lose."

The two war gods smiled awkwardly. They both knew who the person who caused chaos in the mortal world was, but these were unspoken rules that no one would talk about.

At that moment, a portal of light trembled and smashed out a disheveled figure, who fell heavily to the ground.

"This is outrageous! According to the family records, when our ancestor Beibei was at the second ring, he wasn't even a Light Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex. How come the simulation is of a Light Holy Dragon like me? Even the Tyrannosaurus Thunder Domain has appeared."

Long Chen fell and was in great pain, but he didn't get up. He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with doubt about the world, followed by anger.

These counterfeiters, are they playing with the Heroes' Gate? Their descendants aren't even extinct yet!

"Which bastard designed this device? I'm going to file a complaint against them! File a complaint against them!"