Douluo: Dragon King's Tai Chi Mystery

The Chaos Divine Gold finally revealed the complete shape of its right hand and forearm, with three dazzling lights of black, white and gold shining brightly, surrounded by yin and yang energies, mysterious and beautiful.

Four hours were approaching. After a morning of focused carving, Zhao Xuanzhen had exhausted both his soul power and mental energy. His dark eyes flashed, and five terrifying soul rings—four black and one gold—rose up fiercely.

The golden soul ring bestowed by the ancient golden tree ignited, and the Tai Chi Domain silently descended. The domain expanded wildly outward, and the Yin and Yang energies, like a vortex, greedily devoured the free energy within its range.

As expected of the most coveted soul skill, the domain, with the blessing of the Tai Chi domain, Zhao Xuanzhen's weakened soul power rose steadily, quickly recovering and even surpassing his normal peak.

The dark gold claw blades moved like dragons and snakes, the chaotic divine metal trembled and burst into dazzling sparks, the yin and yang energies flowed into the claw tips along the meridians, and after the last core magic array pattern was engraved on the metal surface, the entire two-word battle armor right hand gauntlet suddenly shone.

Zhao Xuanzhen suddenly stretched out his right hand, his five fingers gripping the battle armor tightly. Blood trickled down, being absorbed the moment it touched the armor. The blood threads wove into the depths of the core magic array patterns, and the intense light illuminated the entire mecha classroom.

Bloodstains crisscrossed, forming a complex pattern. Zhao Xuanzhen raised his blood-stained right hand, and the two-word battle armor clung to it. The layers of metal meshed together, producing a loud, clear sound, like the cracking of a dragon's spine as it awakens.

As the battle armor extended and adhered to the elbow, Zhao Xuanzhen's entire right arm exploded into a torrent of light pillars, a fusion of black, white, and gold chaotic divine gold and blood flames, with an ancient roar faintly echoing in the void!

Two-word battle armor, right hand armor complete!

With a thought, Zhao Xuanzhen's right-hand armor instantly merged into his body. This is one of the characteristics of a two-word battle armor: the battle armor is completely integrated with the host and will not have the fatal weakness of a regular thousand-forged one-word battle armor.

When the Class 1 of Grade 1 saw the two-word battle armor disappear, they were shocked and had only one thought in their minds: He did it, he really did it, that was a two-word battle armor!

"Xuanzhen, have you named your two-character battle armor yet?" Gu Yue gracefully approached, her serene and beautiful face curved with a gentle smile.

"Tai Chi."

Zhao Xuanzhen smiled. He wasn't concerned about giving the two-character battle armor a cool and flashy name. The code name on the list of young geniuses just happened to be suitable, and it would also make it easier to add three or four characters to the battle armor in the future.

According to the rules of this era, once the Tai Chi Battle Armor is fully completed, Zhao Xuanzhen will become a two-word Battle Armor Master. From then on, he can be called Tai Chi Zhao Xuanzhen, instead of just a name on the list of young geniuses without any real power.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Shen Yi clapped his hands, both to congratulate Zhao Xuanzhen and to attract the attention of all the students, and said, "Classmates, Class 1 of the third year has issued a seven-on-seven team challenge to us. The higher-ups of the Foreign Languages ​​Department have approved this challenge, and the time is set for three days from now, this Friday morning."

"What? Third graders are challenging us!?"

Upon hearing this, Class 1 of Grade 1 was immediately dumbfounded, their mouths agape, wondering if Shen Yi was joking.

Shrek Academy does not automatically equate to higher grades in terms of strength. The strongest students in their fourth, fifth, and sixth years either graduate or are admitted to the inner academy, while those who remain are typically the elderly, weak, sick, or disabled...

The strongest year in the Foreign Languages ​​Department is the third year, yet they shamelessly challenge the freshmen who have only been enrolled for a month?

Most of the first-year students thought this was absurd, and there was a very high probability that there would be a one-word battle armor master in the third year. Who knows what kind of crazy cow disease those people had, suddenly wanting to abuse the weak and innocent junior students!

Surprise and shock are normal reactions, but there are many smart people in the first year, such as Tang Wulin and Luo Guixing. After a brief moment of thought, the two immediately focused on Zhao Xuanzhen, because only this guy could attract the hatred of the third year students!

Ignoring the complex emotions of the crowd, Wu Changkong coldly said, "At that time, the three highly respected elders of the Sea God Pavilion, namely Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li, Outer Court Dean Red Dragon Douluo Zhuo Shi, and Holy Craftsman Blazing Dragon Douluo Feng Wu Yu, will be present to watch the battle."

Today, we have selected seven team members to participate in the battle: six combat-type Soul Masters and one support-type Soul Master.

Zhao Xuanzhen, Gu Yue, Ye Xinglan, and Tang Wulin, you four class committee members are the class leaders and have exemptions, so you can directly take the stage and fight against the third graders.

The remaining three spots are yet to be determined. Those interested should come with me to the Soul Arena; everything will be decided by skill.

Upon hearing this, many students began to rub their hands together in anticipation. Shrek Academy's rule is that the most capable should rise to the top, and Xuan Yue Xing Lin is not only the face of the class but also a solid member of the top five in combat strength.

In this Douluo Continent that admires strength, they respect the four class committee members, and even more so the Youming Wu Siduo. The five Heavenly Kings' combat power far surpasses that of their successors.

The first-year students arrived at the Soul Arena in a grand procession, and even those students who knew they were not capable of representing their class came to watch the battle.

Wu Changkong's challenge rules were simple and straightforward: support-type Soul Masters would compete in terms of Soul Skill effects, while battle-type Soul Masters would engage in one-on-one duels until a winner was determined.

In an instant, Class 1 of Grade 1 was engulfed in a fierce battle, their soul skills displaying a dazzling array of colors, and their roars echoing endlessly.

"Let's duel, Xu Yucheng!"

"Yang Nianxia, ​​die!"

"Luo Guixing, take my Double Dragon Storm!"

"Sister Xinglan, I will definitely catch up with you! Big meat bun, big meat bun, big meat bun!"

Meanwhile, the second-year students are taking battle armor courses.

The first-year battle armor course is more accurately called the mecha course, which lays the foundation for battle armor. When students advance to the second year, Shrek Academy students will officially begin making their battle armor. At an average age of sixteen or seventeen, they should be considering whether to pursue further studies in the inner academy or simply graduate from the outer academy.

Le Zhengyu stared intently at the exquisitely crafted design blueprints of the divine-based alloy, Youyin, and the one-word battle armor displayed in front of Yuanen Yehui's metal platform. He couldn't take his eyes off them and finally couldn't resist drooling as he leaned closer.

"Squad Leader Yuanen, who designed your metal and battle armor? Could you share it?"

Yuan Enhui glanced at Le Zhengyu sideways and said calmly, "I am an evil soul master!"

Why are you asking about my things? Aren't you afraid of defiling the justice of the holy angels?

"Squad leader, I won't allow you to humiliate yourself like this!" Le Zhengyu said angrily.

"As everyone knows, an evil martial spirit is not the same as an evil spirit master!"

You are a law-abiding citizen recognized by both the Spirit Pagoda and Shrek Academy, two super powers. I was rash and misunderstood you. I'm very sorry!

Yuan Enhui was stunned, her beautiful eyes widening like saucers. You didn't seem to be like this a month ago!

"Could you provide a channel?"

Le Zhengyu rubbed his hands together like a fly. He came to Shrek Academy to train, as the Angel Family required him to find classmates to collaborate on creating battle armor.

He is a mecha builder and needs to find three teammates to handle metal forging, mecha design, and mecha repair.

"The Spirit Pagoda perk given by the boss."

Yuan Enhui waved her hand, shooing away Le Zhengyu as if he were an insect. This heir of the Angel Family was also a flexible and principled person.

"Brother Zhao!?"

Le Zhengyu's eyes lit up. After class, he couldn't wait to run out of the classroom. He circled around several times before finally finding the first-year students who were fighting fiercely in the Soul Arena.

"Brother Zhao! Brother Zhao!"

Looking left and right, Le Zhengyu finally found Zhao Xuanzhen in the stands. The latter was watching the game leisurely, holding a glass of iced drink in her hand, with Gu Yue and Ye Xinglan accompanying her on both sides.

"what happened?"

Zhao Xuanzhen looked up and saw Le Zhengyu smile shyly: "I need your help. I'm planning to manufacture a spirit alloy one-word battle armor, but I'm short of metal, mecha designers, and mecha repairmen..."

Zhao Xuanzhen suddenly realized that it was yet another comrade who wanted to make battle armor.

"Please, Brother Zhao, name your price as long as you're willing to help!"

Le Zhengyu straightened his chest, bracing himself for a beating. Clever as he was, he paid a price to complete his One-Word Battle Armor, while simultaneously hooking up with a core disciple of the Spirit Tower—a future powerhouse destined to dominate an era. He'd actually made a killing.

"As for the conditions..."

Zhao Xuanzhen casually put down his drink, looked Le Zhengyu up and down, and said with a bright smile, "I've been wanting to practice aerial combat lately, how about you be my sparring partner?"

"no problem!"

Le Zhengyu answered decisively that he had long wanted to challenge Zhao Xuanzhen again!

Zhao Xuanzhen nodded to the two women beside him, and the two left arm in arm, each afraid that the other might change their mind and run away.

They rented a private room in the Soul Arena with excellent soundproofing. Le Zhengyu released his Holy Angel Martial Soul, flapping his wings and standing tall in the sky, watching Zhao Xuanzhen opposite him as he unleashed his true form's secret technique, Wing Transformation. He eagerly said, "Come on, Brother Zhao, no need to hold back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all five spirit rings erupted simultaneously, and a huge golden fist instantly grew larger!

"Holy crap, Gold Awakening?"

Deng Yixia! Deng Yixia!!!

Le Zhengyu tried to beg for mercy but no one paid any attention. Zhao Xuanzhen remained silent and just kept throwing punches!

It will leave you speechless with the feeling of a secret room!

You've ruined my image!

……

The next day.

On an ordinary school day, a figure suddenly broke the tranquility.

A handsome blond youth walked into the classroom, his buttocks so prominent they could support a bottle of soda. All the students in Class 1 of the second year stared at him, their gazes lingering on his unusually pert part.

The moment he sat down, a sharp pain suddenly struck him, causing Le Zhengyu to grimace. His deskmate asked earnestly:

"Jungwoo, it must hurt a lot, right?"

Le Zhengyu rubbed his buttocks and sighed, "Although my butt hurts, the thought of Shuai Shuai's battle armor makes it all worthwhile..."

The surrounding students immediately showed great respect to the angelic boy, secretly thinking about how the Holy Angel family had fallen to such a state, exchanging for the One-Word Battle Armor in that way!

Only Yuan En Hui, sitting at the table in front of him, asked with a strange expression, "He did it?"

"Yeah," Le Zhengyu said frankly, "I sparred with Brother Zhao yesterday afternoon. He's a bit violent; every move he made was aimed at my butt..."

Yuan Enhui sniffed, looking troubled: "And then?"

"He said he felt refreshed and would come see me again in a couple of days." Le Zhengyu paused for a second, "Actually, I felt pretty good too. It was especially enjoyable sparring with Brother Zhao."

"Okay, I respect that."

Yuan Enhui suddenly felt relieved. It turned out that Zhao Xuanzhen's type was like Le Zhengyu's, which meant that she wouldn't be able to escape the locked room!

"I'm sorry, boss, I misunderstood you..."

Yuan Enhui was a qualified employee and subordinate who knew how to keep his boss's secrets and vowed to keep the truth buried in his heart for life!

Chapter 76: The Seven-Person Squad of First-Year Students, Child Bride Na'er, and This Scoundrel Zhao Xuanzhen (4K)

"For 20,000 years, Shrek Academy has always remained neutral, not supporting any force, and only contributing to the peaceful development of Douluo Continent, earning it the reputation of being the righteous messenger of the continent..."

In the classroom of Class 1, Grade 1, Wu Changkong stood in the center of the podium, recounting Shrek Academy's achievements over the past 20,000 years. The soul-guided screen played slides in coordination, with pictures appearing one after another.

Today is a traditional moral education class. Although Shrek Academy only holds classes five days a week, with each class lasting one morning, the academy still insists on dedicating a precious morning each week to moral education for students from other academies, thereby enhancing overall recognition and cohesion.

However, this lesson was destined to disappoint Shrek Academy. Normally, many inexperienced students would be willing to listen to the "Eternal Glory," but with the third-year challenge looming, the first-years' minds were already on that great battle, and they paid no heed to Wu Changkong's teachings.

After a straightforward selection process, three winners emerged. The first was Youming Wusiduo, who possessed twin martial souls, Soul Master cultivation, and the self-fused martial soul skill Youming White Tiger. She represented the first-year students in the battle, and everyone was convinced of her abilities.

The second one is Dark Bear Yang Nianxia, ​​which is quite unexpected.

The strongest fighter below the Five Heavenly Kings appears to be the immortal Xu Yucheng, the only remaining four-ring Soul Master.

However, the Dark Demon Scythe Soul Master's body is weak, which makes Xu Yucheng's body naturally fatal. Don't be fooled by Yang Nianxia's honest appearance; she is actually cunning when it comes to fighting.

Relying on the thick hide of the Dark Gold Bear, Yang Nianxia withstood the attacks of the Dark Demon Scythe and fought Xu Yucheng in close combat, finally ending the match with a Dark Gold Fist of the Terror Demon.

The last support-type Soul Master is Xu Lizhi. He became a designated disciple of Shrek Academy's inner court at the age of ten. This chubby boy must have some skills. No one in the first-year support-type class can surpass him.

Zhao Xuanzhen, Gu Yue, Ye Xinglan, Tang Wulin, Wu Siduo, Yang Nianxia, ​​and Xu Lizhi—the seven-member team of first-year students challenging third-year students—was thus formed.

This is a very well-rounded team, with strong control, agility, defense, and support all in one. The first-year students are looking forward to their fierce battle against the third-year students.

"Jingle Bell--"

The moment the bell rang, Wu Changkong, adhering to his teaching style of never going overtime, instantly shut down his soul-guiding screen, then turned his gaze to the four class committee members and said calmly:

"get out of class dismissed. Zhao Xuanzhen, come with me to the office to get the materials. Gu Yue and Ye Xinglan, go to the computer room on the third floor to find Teacher Shen. Tang Wulin, go to the Academy's Forging Association. Chilong Douluo Feng is busy."

Zhao Xuanzhen and his three companions split into three groups and left. A look of disappointment flashed in the eyes of Wu Siduo and the other two.

The third-year students were the strongest in the Foreign Languages ​​Department. Wu Siduo and Yang Nianxia originally planned to meet with the four class committee members in the afternoon to discuss tactics and conduct a practical exercise.

Xu Lizhi had more ideas, and while everyone was discussing tactics, he could exchange a few words with Ye Xinglan...

"What should we do, Sister Duo? I heard that there are more than one one One-Word Battle Armor Masters hidden in the third grade." Yang Nianxia said heavily, "One-Word Battle Armor Masters are Soul Kings. If the Battle Armor Fusion is high enough, their combat power is comparable to a Seven-Ring Soul Saint. Not to mention that other people also have multiple One-Word Battle Armors."

On the other hand, among the seven of us, the class monitor has fused with a two-word battle armor, and Gu Yue and Ye Xinglan have an unknown number of one-word battle armors, but no matter how you calculate it, it seems we are no match for the third-year students..."

"Are you scared?" Wu Siduo said coldly.

"What's there to be afraid of? At worst, we'll just get a beating."

Yang Nianxia shrugged: "Isn't this because I'm thinking about winning?"

For me, even if I'm just a lackey of the class monitor, beating the third graders will still give me a high chance of making it onto the list of child prodigies, attracting the attention of Shrek Academy and resulting in contribution point rewards and preferential treatment in cultivation resources.

"A pendant?"

Xu Xiaoyan, who was passing by, caught the keywords and felt that she was being mocked, so she immediately pouted.

"No need to waste time thinking too much," Wu Siduo said decisively. "The strong have absolute say. When the time comes, we'll just listen to Zhao Xuanzhen's arrangements and do whatever he says without thinking."

Yang Nianxia paused for a second, seemingly not expecting Wu Siduo's admiration for Qiang to reach this point. Helplessly, she touched her nose, turned around, and left the classroom.

"Wow—"

A fragrant breeze wafted through the air, and a silver-haired, silver-eyed girl stood gracefully at the door of the first-grade classroom. Her face was flawless, and the sunlight could not conceal her unparalleled radiance.