Chapter 133: Time to Put on a Show!
It was yet another day that left Tang Wulin doubting his life choices.
He wanted to speak up for himself again, but when he saw his teacher standing right there, he thought better of it. If he said the wrong thing now, things might escalate fast.
So he swallowed his frustration.
Senior Sister…
When will you finally see me?
The first day of training began.
Wilderness Survival.
Class One quickly split into two factions—one led by Qian Gu Zhangting, representing the Spirit Transmission Tower, and another by Le Zhengyu, symbolizing the Federation.
They competed openly in everything.
Meanwhile, Qian Gu Dongfeng had only given his grandson a few instructions before leaving Mount Phoenix.
As the Tower Master, he was a man constantly buried in Federation and Tower affairs.
Even showing up to inspect Douluo University on behalf of the Spirit Transmission Tower was already a tremendous favor to the Federation.
A group of students, no matter how talented, barely registered in the eyes of Ultimate Douluos.
As for his grandfather's advice? Qian Gu Zhangting had already treated those words like background noise.
Just because he'd tried to get along with that "ugly girl" Gu Yue, Le Zhengyu had laughed at him for days. But so what if she was strong? She would never surpass him.
Besides, he could never understand why his grandfather acted like such a lovesick fool around Deputy Master Leng Yaozhu.
Pathetic.
He swore—he would never become that!
A true strong one walked the path alone.
"Achoo!"
"Ancestor! Are you catching a cold?"
Huo Yun'er immediately ran to Jiang Chen's side when she heard him sneeze.
"I'm fine," Jiang Chen said casually, rubbing his nose. "Maybe someone's thinking about me."
The Next Day.
The wilderness training continued.
The students soon encountered a ten-thousand-year Flame Lion—a massive beast wreathed in scarlet fire, radiating a terrifying aura.
Even faced with thirty trained students, it showed no fear, roaring proudly as waves of flame burst outward, setting the forest ablaze.
"Finally, it's my turn to shine!"
Qian Gu Zhangting cracked his knuckles, excitement gleaming in his eyes.
Ever since arriving at Mount Phoenix, all they'd done was physical training and drills.
Nothing exciting, nothing flashy.
And since they weren't allowed to "spar" with classmates, he couldn't even challenge Le Zhengyu for fun.
But now—a worthy fight! Time to show everyone who commanded authority here!
A perfect chance to prove his dominance before the entire class.
Next moment, his body glowed as cold, elegant armor enveloped him from head to toe—
Two-Word Battle Armor!
Six rings of light flared brilliantly around him.
Soul Emperor!
A soul master with battle armor was the equivalent of being twenty ranks above their level.
Meaning at this moment, he stood on par with an eight-ring Soul Douluo!
His martial soul—Panlong Staff—emerged once more.
A mere ten-thousand-year Flame Lion?
"Go to hell!"
The students gasped as his spirit power surged.
Le Zhengyu's face turned green on the spot.
Wait—wasn't he a six-ring Soul Emperor with two-word battle armor?!
Why had he even argued with him before?!
Here he was, only a Soul Sect with four rings, hiding his true level—and now he looked like a complete clown.
He thought their difference was just one ring… but it was astronomical!
"Everyone, fall back!"
Ordinary students couldn't fight a ten-thousand-year beast. Only the select few—Jiang Chen, Snow Empress, Gu Yue, Le Zhengyu, and Qian Gu Zhangting—had any chance at it.
Jiang Chen nodded calmly. "Everyone move out. Classmate Qian Gu Zhangting will cover our retreat."
Everyone: …
Meanwhile, Qian Gu Zhangting clashed furiously with the beast as Class One retreated far into the woods under Jiang Chen's direction.
Before long, they found a safe spot—and began preparing lunch.
If no one died, they'd eat.
Simple philosophy.
Mount Phoenix was vast, and since the first day they'd been roaming nonstop—survival plus training.
According to the Federation's exercise plan, they had to carry limited supplies, avoid setting up camp, and stay constantly on the move.
And yet, after two days, they hadn't seen a single other class.
Douluo University's first intake had thirty total groups; apparently, inter-class combat was allowed, though internal fighting was forbidden.
That meant the coming months were going to be anything but peaceful.
"Fight heaven! Fight earth!"
Armored in his radiant battle suit, gripping the Panlong Staff—
Purple, purple, purple, black, black, black—six soul rings erupted around Qian Gu Zhangting as he charged.
His aura exploded outward in waves that shook the ground.
But to the Flame Lion, such provocation was pure insult.
Not every soul beast was friendly. That courtesy was reserved for newborns or those that had become legacy spirits.
Old, proud beasts like this one held contempt for weakness—whether human or beast.
The Flame Lions of Mount Phoenix were such creatures.
"ROAR!"
Its flames surged skyward.
"Earthquake and Sky Break!" Zhangting shouted.
The Panlong Staff whirled through searing fire, slamming into the lion's face.
"That all you got? You call that power?"
"Watch closely—this is true strength!"
"Upright as Heaven!"
The Panlong Staff extended, towering eighteen meters high, crushing every flame as it struck down from the sky.
The blow landed squarely on the beast, cracking the earth into a web of fissures that spread for meters.
Broken ground. Blood. Scars everywhere.
"That's it?"
The lion's crimson pupils glared fiercely, madness taking over.
Mere human—how dare he!
It roared again.
"You're still roaring?"
Zhangting frowned and spun his staff once more.
A final smash turned the Flame Lion into a mangled heap.
He, a prodigy of the Spirit Transmission Tower, had fought countless ten-thousand-year beasts before.
Without special bloodlines, this one was nothing in comparison.
But still, real soul beasts were nothing like training simulations.
He wiped a trace of blood from his lips and licked it with a grin.
That blow hadn't been easy—he'd taken plenty of damage himself.
After all, even the weakest beasts that had cultivated for ten thousand years required life-or-death effort to subdue.
Otherwise, how could they have survived that long?
"Die already!"
It was his first real kill—a genuine ten-thousand-year beast.
The thrill coursed through him.
But just as his Panlong Staff descended, about to pierce the lion's heart—
A familiar voice barked out, slicing through the forest alongside a flash of blade energy.
"Stop!"
Qian Gu Zhangting froze.
"…What?"
(END CHAPTER)
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