Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

"Ah~ Class monitor, class leader, don't hang upside down like that, I can't take it anymore..."

"Heh, a Soul Master genius can't even handle this much stimulation? Ye Hui, you still have a lot to practice..."

On the shores of the East China Sea, the sky is blue and the sea is clear, with a gentle breeze carrying a unique charm.

A black mech swept across the sky at an extremely fast speed, performing a 720-degree backflip and a full-body flip, doing all sorts of difficult maneuvers.

Inside the cockpit, Feng Zaixing swung the control stick like a toy, frantically maneuvering it back and forth, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The feeling of piloting the mecha was simply wonderful!

No wonder Teacher Makino is so obsessed with playing with mechas; it must be so much fun to play with mechas using his own martial soul!

As expected, no man can resist the allure of mobile suits and Gundam!

This was tough on Yuan En Ye Hui, who had just left her hometown and become a flying ape. It was her first time on a mecha, and she was jolted and bumped around. The scenery in her pupils changed rapidly, and her voice trembled with tears streaming down her face.

"Waaah, I knew I shouldn't have agreed to ride the mech with you, class monitor. It's too scary, waaaah..."

The city dwellers' ways of having fun are too elaborate, and the innocent and naive girl from the outside world finds them completely unbearable.

I thought his speeding through the city was his limit, but who knew he would be even wilder when he piloted a mecha!

Fortunately, although Feng Zaixing was momentarily caught up in his playful mood, he did not delay his journey and quickly maneuvered his mecha closer to the city.

"Hey, that's normal. If an Angelic Martial Soul can't fight in the air or fly a kite, is it even an Angelic Martial Soul?"

As the Tianhai City Blacksmith Association came into view, Feng Zaixing slowed down to comfort his little brother and tried to teach her the true meaning of combat.

Yuan Enhui wiped her face with a tissue, her heavy breathing causing her high, firm chest to heave violently. Her beautiful, dazed eyes blinked, filled with questions.

"If only angels could fly, why do they have to fly so terrifyingly?"

A rural girl whose mindset has been stuck since childhood that true strength comes from direct confrontation cannot understand this.

"Nonsense! What's the difference between an Angel Soul Master who can't fight in the air and those idiots who can only swing hammers and fight head-on? It seems I need to give you a lesson and change your outdated views."

Piloting the mecha down slowly, Feng Zaixing helped the somewhat unwell Yuanen Yehui to the ground. Pointing to the sky, he said with great enthusiasm:

"The battlefield for Angel Soul Masters is always the sky, not the earth. We can use the power of the sky to amplify ourselves and achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"Being born to fly is our eternal advantage. We should leverage this advantage and leave those who can't fly or who can't fly as well as us forever eating dust below."

"And we are the kings of the sky, looking down from above and suppressing everything, just like how I hunted down those three evil soul masters, understand?"

Feng Zaixing always remembered that the invincible Qian Daoliu of the sky 20,000 years ago was just crazy and couldn't think straight. He insisted on fighting Tang Chen on the ground for three days and three nights, losing a move in a head-on battle, which allowed the Haotian Sect to survive.

If Qian Daoliu had been even slightly less ethical or more quick-witted, Tang Chen's hammer would never have hit him in his dreams.

The Spirit Hall's error notebook is so thick that it has provided a wealth of experience for future generations.

Yuan Enhui nodded as if she understood, then gave a bitter look, "Then I'm really behind the times. I've hardly ever flown since I was a child."

Because of her family background, she rarely used fallen angels from a young age, and she was never taught how to fly.

"So, your class monitor took you to experience flying, and I loved that thrill! Yoru, do you like flying?"

"I..." Yuan Enhui gasped for breath as he looked at the class monitor, who had a carefree smile on his face, his hands behind his head, and exuded a relaxed vibe, yet was always looking for excitement in life. He became more and more convinced that he had boarded a pirate ship.

Do all geniuses outside play this way?

Just then, a handsome young man with short blond hair walked towards them and waved to them from afar.

"Brother Feng, you've finally arrived! You must be tired from your journey."

Feng Zaixing recognized the voice and turned around with a hearty laugh, his voice relaxed and pleasant. "Zhengyu, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Haha, I won't have to wait long. The scenery in the East China Sea is so beautiful, I wish I could stay here for a longer vacation."

Le Zhengyu jogged over, extended his hand from afar, and smiled warmly with a hint of respect.

Feng Zaixing greeted him with a smile, shook hands, and said hello.

Le Zhengyu's cultivation level was the same as his, that of a Soul Venerable, but their qualities in all aspects were worlds apart, and he had not yet undergone his first Divine Baptism.

During his nearly one year in the Southern Legion, Feng Zaixing diligently cultivated his skills every day, and he also became acquainted with some family members, including Le Zhengyu.

In terms of age, Feng Zaixing is the youngest of this generation, two years younger than Le Zhengyu. However, in the world of Soul Masters, strength is paramount, and Le Zhengyu's address of "brother" was entirely from the bottom of his heart.

"Haven't seen you for months, Brother Feng, your strength has improved quite a bit. Who is this beautiful lady? Does Sister Yu know her?... Wait a minute, that aura is......"

Le Zhengyu smiled like the wind, about to remind his clansmen to be careful, but after glancing at Yuan Enyehui, he immediately felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy and took several steps back.

With an expression of fear and admiration on his face, Le Zhengyu took a deep breath and gave a thumbs up:

"Brother Feng is amazing! You even captured the Fallen Angel alive! You're truly a role model for our race!"

Upon hearing this, Yuanen Yehui's vision went black. He wanted to explain that he was not an evil soul master, but after looking at Feng Zaixing, he suddenly felt that it didn't seem to be a problem.

I was indeed forcibly abducted.

Feng Zaixing waved his hand and said as he walked away, "She is not an evil soul master. She is a new student of the academy and a disciple of the Body Sect whom I just specially recruited from outside."

"Hiss~"

Le Zhengyu gasped. "Is this appropriate? Brother Feng, don't go too far."

"It's perfect. She was originally a Shrek Academy's designated student, a prospective inner court disciple," Feng Zaixing said, looking at Le Zhengyu.

"...That's very good." Le Zhengyu stared at Feng Zaixing for a while, his admiration for him growing even stronger.

Snatching food from the tiger's mouth, what a brave warrior!

"Stop talking about that. Where's your sister Yu? Where are Xu Miao, Wang Wen, and Xiao Long?"

Feng Zaixing asked with a smile, Mu Chen invited him to come and play. As the six-star guild leader, he naturally had to bring his brothers along, and all expenses would be reimbursed.

"Sister Yu is in seclusion at the Ascension Platform, while the other three are playing with mechs inside."

Le Zhengyu pointed to the Forging Masters Association building and said honestly.

He greatly admired Feng Zaixing. These people were all top-notch geniuses, future Super Douluo, but they all listened to Feng Zaixing.

He, Yue Zhengyu, was even somewhat inconspicuous among them.

"It's good that everyone's here. Has anything unusual happened these past few days?"

Feng Zaixing nodded, a glimmer of light swirling in his eyes, exuding a convincing aura.

He cultivates both the ways of the overlord and the way of the king, possesses extraordinary spiritual power, has killed many people with his sword, and has begun to form his own aura.

"Nothing else, except that some high-ranking officers from the East China Sea Fleet have come here to watch the excitement these past few days. They are very interested in Brother Xu."

After thinking for a moment, Yue Zhengyu revealed something.

"The East China Sea Fleet?" Upon hearing this, Feng Zaixing lowered his gaze slightly, looking into the distance at the giant warships anchored and sailing outside the harbor, and smiled faintly:

"Before the establishment of the Sea God Legion, this navy was known as the invincible fleet, with strength surpassing that of the Northern Navy Legion."

"Yes, the East Sea Legion is backed by the Temple of War, which consists of the Yu and Chen families. They are the legion that most believe in individual strength."

Le Zhengyu explained, "However, since the establishment of the Sea God Legion, the Chen family has focused most of its energy there. More than half of the East Sea Legion's strength comes from the Yu family lineage; the current legion commander is none other than His Majesty the Divine Brush's brother-in-law."

"The Yu family ranks first among the five major families. In addition to controlling the Central Legion, the Federation's Second Navy should not be underestimated."

As he spoke, he glanced at Feng Zaixing unintentionally.

Feng Zaixing remained calm, nodded, and then asked telepathically, "How are those two you intercepted doing now?"

Le Zhengyu's expression immediately turned serious, and he patted his chest to assure him, "Don't worry, brother, I intercepted them all in Haikou, and we also knocked out and dealt with the people from the Spirit Pagoda."

"I never expected them to..."

Feng Zaixing stopped him with a look and shook his head, saying, "It's too early to talk about these things. The family shouldn't make too many enemies now; we can settle accounts with them later."

"I understand." Yue Zhengyu nodded sullenly, then asked:

"But Brother Feng, are those two really that important? They're just ordinary people."

Feng Zaixing sent him to keep an eye on the Spirit Pagoda and the movements at sea half a year ago. Among them were two ordinary people, Tang Ziran and Lang Yue.

Although the two had some pharmaceutical skills, that was all; Le Zhengyu didn't understand why Feng Zaixing valued them and arranged special jobs for them, but just wouldn't let them go back.

"Do we angels, who do good, need a reason?"

Feng Zaixing glanced back at Le Zhengyu, smiled, and said softly, "We met once a few years ago, and I couldn't bear to see them die tragically at the hands of evil spirits."

With that, he put his hands in his trench coat pockets and strolled toward the gate of the Blacksmith Association. Mu Chen and Mu Xi came out of the gate, and Long Chen shouted and rushed out to greet them.

The spring sunshine shone on Feng Zaixing's gentle face. He smiled at the familiar faces, waved, and quickened his pace to greet them.

"have not seen you for a long time."