The Legend of the Dragon King

Tang Wulin’s second golden ring lit up. His body shone, a dazzling mirror of gold.

Then his opponents were upon him.

He put up no defense or attempt to break free of Spatial Lock. Instead he stood there, still, a smile on his face as he looked the beast in the eyes.

Hand partly raised, Wu Zhangkong paused once he caught sight of Tang Wulin’s expression.

In the audience, Yuanen Yehui and Yue Zhengyu dropped their jaws. A second golden ring? What does this one do?

Without the empowerment of Golden Dragon Body, Tang Wulin never would have stood a match against Wu Siduo’s Hell White Tiger. Or Yuanen Yehui’s Titan Giant Ape. Additionally, a second golden ring meant he had another powerful soul skill. They now knew the root of his confidence. But what the skill did was anyone’s guess.

Wu Siduo slashed Tang Wulin’s chest with Hell Rush, and a clang reverberated through the air. She felt as if she were striking a steel wall. An odd one at that. It sucked on her soul power and blood essence, her body going rigid for an instant.

Meanwhile, Xu Yucheng’s scythe tore down on Tang Wulin’s shoulder. He restrained himself at the last moment, afraid he would fatally harm Tang Wulin. But his scythe stopped the second it touched the mirror-like scales. Unable to move any further.

The last to reach Tang Wulin, Yang Nianxia struck with his bear paw. A boom resounded upon impact. But Tang Wulin did not so much as budge, and he felt a portion of his strength stripped away.

Tang Wulin’s scales flashed iridescent, blinding.

The three gaped, dumbstruck. How can this be? He took on our combined attack like it was nothing! Is he even human? Even Teacher Wu would be affected by our attack without his battle armor!

A draconic roar rumbled from Tang Wulin’s body, waking the rankers from their stupor. Tang Wulin stomped on the ground, a golden aura flaring around him. He was divinity incarnate. A split-second after his stomp, the stage tremored. With a boom, eight small phantom dragons burst out of the ground.

Once again, the rankers were stunned. Never before had Tang Wulin used an attack like this. Because of this, they were unable to dodge.

The phantom dragons struck the three rankers like bolts of lightning. Their entire bodies spasmed.

Xu Yucheng fared the worst of the three with his frail body. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he faltered backward. Before the phantom dragon could finish him off, a beam of white light descended on him. And he disappeared. Wu Zhangkong had pulled him out of battle.

Although Yang Nianxia was built the toughest of the three, he was still caught off guard. Unable to strengthen himself in time with soul power, he sustained heavy damage.

Tang Wulin’s skill forced Wu Siduo to use Hell White Tiger. But under the bombardment of phantom dragons, her tiger form rapidly lost solidity. A mere flickering illusion by the end.

Immediately after, two blue fireballs swerved over to Wu Siduo. Still restricted by the phantom dragons, she failed to put up much of a defense. The arena groaned and shook as the fireballs crashed into her. She screamed. Her Hell White Tiger form faded.

Finally, the three phantom dragons disappeared as well. But that wasn’t the end of the assault against her. Xie Xie flickered into existence behind Wu Siduo pressing a dagger to her throat. And a beam of light took her from the arena, marking her elimination.

Just as Luo Guixing moved to back up Wu Siduo, a mass of starlight exploded in the sky. Starlight Burst! He felt his stomach drop, his instincts screaming danger. Teleport. He had to teleport.

It was almost too late. A beam of light descended from the sky and struck the place Luo Guixing had once been. A shockwave tore through the arena, dispersing the poison fog. Ye Xinglan stepped out of a miniature crater, flicking her Stargod Sword to the side nonchalantly with a frown, dissatisfied that she had just missed Luo Guixing.

Right before Yang Nianxia broke free of the phantom dragons, he caught sight of Tang Wulin charging his way, eyes blazing gold and claw brandished.

The claws of the bear and dragon clashed. A shockwave blasted through the arena.

Yang Nianxia was knocked right into the ground, a crater crumbling around the impact. Even at his greatest, Yang Nianxia stood no chance against Tang Wulin. The power of the two golden rings simply tyrannical.

Starlight gathered under Luo Guixing’s feet before Ye Xinglan dashed toward him. Poison fog quickly spread their way. But it was too slow. Her sword stopped an inch away from Luo Guixing’s chest. That moment marked his elimination. Satisfied, Ye Xinglan disappeared in a silver flash and reappeared at Gu Yue’s side.

Tang Wulin turned away from Yang Nianxia, sweeping his gaze through Luo Guixing and Zheng Yiran. Now only Zheng Yiran was left in fighting condition.

The entire arena was silent.

Back then, Wu Zhangkong had lacked confidence in Tang Wulin’s desire to challenge the third grade. But now, he saw a glimmer of hope that this team might reign in glory. Considering their growth over their break, he could see their victory given another year of training.

Luo Guixing stared blankly. We lost. It’s our total defeat. Yiran is the only one left and they still got a full five. Even if it was just Gu Yue left, Yiran wouldn’t stand a chance. He had never expected such a swift, crushing defeat.

He had been confident in his battlefield control skills, but just as his plan had clicked into place, it was smashed to pieces. An unbelievable match.

Yue Zhengyu slowly gulped. I shouldn’t challenge Wulin. That guy, he’s just…

Yuanen Yehui’s eyes shined fiercely. She had worked harder than ever to grow stronger since her defeat at Tang Wulin’s hands, hoping to settle the score the next year. However, she now realized her odds were growing slimmer and slimmer. Just when did he get so strong? She recalled the day she had guarded Tang Wulin. That’s probably when he got his second gold ring. Just where does that power come from? His defense is as tough as a defense-type Soul King’s! How am I supposed to deal with that?

She couldn’t forget Tang Wulin’s teammates either. While they had felt worried for Tang Wulin when he had been forced into a tight spot, they never lost their cool. The moment Tang Wulin launched his counter attack, they immediately followed up and turned the tide of battle, tying up loose ends in a blitz and leaving only Zheng Yiran standing. They hadn’t gone all out either.

For such a team of talents, the future was limitless.

“It’s our loss,” Luo Guixing said, a bitter smile on his face.

Tang Wulin flashed a smile of his own, his golden scales receding and golden rings fading. He approached Luo Guixing and raised a hand high.

With a hint of meekness, Luo Guixing high-fived Tang Wulin. “I thought we had caught up to you guys, but the gap has only gotten bigger. Class President, are you even human?”

A chuckle escaped Tang Wulin. “Let’s all do our best. We can have another match once we’re battle armor masters.”