Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1241: All the Talents in the World Are in the Trap

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Zhuang Mocheng twirled his beard and laughed, his voice as clear as Cang Qing: "Xiao Jun, you are really a genius who is far-sighted and good at judging the fate of the world!"

He stood with his hands behind his back, the corners of his blue shirt being blown up by the mountain wind. "This move is truly indescribable."

This box is in an excellent location, located on the attic of the second floor, from which you can see the scenery in all directions, the Fighting Spirit Arena inside, and the Zhongnan Mountains to the sides and back.

Zhuang Mocheng's expression suddenly froze, and an unnatural blush appeared on his bronze face.

I saw him pressing his broad palms tightly on the forbidden steps at his waist, and his voice was trembling: "If one day, our Chang'an College can be honored as the number one college on the continent,..."

At this point, he stopped talking. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and tears shone in his eyes. "By then, even if I turn into spring mud immediately, I will smile in my grave, without any regrets!"

Chen Xiaojun lowered his eyes and smiled slightly. His dark blue eyelashes cast a butterfly-wing-like shadow on his jade-like face, adding a bit of mystery and handsomeness.

He slowly unfolded a folding fan, imitating Chen Hua's pretentious manner, and tapped his palm with a "pa" sound.

The gold foil on the fan flickered like stars: "Mr. Zhuang is joking."

He suddenly raised his eyebrows, piercing through the sea of ​​clouds and shooting straight into the distance: "When the world's heroes gather together, I would like to see you hold the gavel in your hands--"

Before he finished speaking, he pointed his folding fan toward the sky: "All the talented people from all over the world are within our reach. How magnificent!"

Zhuang Mocheng clapped his hands and laughed, his laughter was full of joy and pride, as if he wanted to vent all his ambitions with this laughter: "Okay!"

"What a great achievement! All the talented people from all over the world have been caught in our trap!"

"Xiaojun, you have such courage and ambition, you really deserve to be the top star of Chang'an College!"

Chen Xiaojun: Uェ*U
The top... the top star?!

It turns out you can play too.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was talking to himself, or to Zhuang Mocheng: "However, all this needs to be completed in the Gaoying Competition, and my Chang'an College can win the championship in one fell swoop."

Zhuang Mocheng nodded repeatedly: "Exactly, exactly!"

He took a few steps forward, and the mountain wind blew his blue shirt into a swell like a sail. "Only with such a large number of students, coupled with a brilliant record that is unrivaled in the world, can Chang'an Academy truly take the lead in the world and stand out from the crowd!"

Chen Xiaojun gently waved his folding fan, and the gold foil on the fan reflected fine light in the sunlight, making his face look even more heroic.

He had a confident smile on his face and looked into the distance, as if he had seen the glorious scene: "Mr. Zhuang, don't worry, this is not just empty talk."

"Our Chang'an College has a profound foundation, excellent teachers, and talented students."

"Even if we fail to win the Gaoying Championship this time, there will always be the next one and the one after that."

"In this case, large-scale enrollment and winning the Gaoying Competition are just the first and second steps in a long journey."

"Once the academy becomes famous, we will recruit talented people. No matter their social status, as long as they have real talent and knowledge, they can all enter Chang'an."

"By then, Chang'an College will be famous and attract students from all over the world. Academics will flourish and martial arts will flourish."

"Our academy is the holy land of martial arts and academics in the world, and it is the dream palace in the hearts of countless people!"

He paused, his tone becoming more passionate: "Moreover, we not only want our students to achieve success in martial arts and academics, but also cultivate their moral character and mind."

"Let them understand that martial arts is not only about fighting for strength and ruthlessness, but also about protecting justice and protecting the peace of this continent."

“Academics are not only for the pursuit of truth, but also for the benefit of all living things, so that all things in the world can benefit from the power of knowledge.”

Born into a theoretical family, he was exposed to the influence of the Douluo system and the impact of the system's skills, which gave him some ideas in this regard.

Admittedly, these ideas are naive and somewhat inappropriate for Douluo Continent.

But these are indeed some of his inner thoughts, and he is definitely not the one who escaped the nine-year compulsory education.

Although in his previous life, he became a man who rose and fell in the business world, he also deeply admired the martyrs and some of the "most beautiful people".

He is realistic, but he also has some dreams, or ideals that are difficult to achieve.

It is because of these ideas that the subsequent glory was created. Even a mature man like Zhuang Mocheng was excited when he heard this. He clenched his hands into fists, and his knuckles turned white due to the force: "Well said!"

"Xiao Jun, your words really touched my heart."

"Back then, when I first entered Chang'an College, I was determined to make this college the best in the world."

"Now, with a successor like you who has such great ambitions, I have no regrets."

He took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and continued, "However, the school does have some information. The world is now full of changes and conflicts among heroes."

"All parties are eyeing the competition, so it will be tough. It will not be easy to stand out in this event."

The celadon teacup slowly turned in his palm, and he smiled, "Is there any hope?"

Chen Xiaojun leaned against the carved railing. The breeze blew gently, and the copper bells on the eaves tinkled. Amidst the pleasant sounds, he suddenly chuckled.

The laughter was clear and melodious, like a spring flowing in the mountains or birds singing in the woods.

He bent his fingers slightly and gently plucked the delicate apricot blossom that fell on his collar. His pupils were shining with a light as bright as stars.

"If I say I'm not sure, you'll be so angry that you'll hit me."

Zhuang Mocheng laughed and scolded: "You stinky boy, you have no respect for your elders."

Chen Xiaojun lowered his eyes and stared quietly at the thick calluses on his palms formed from years of holding the sword, and his expression gradually became solemn.

He said in a deep voice: "If it were in the past, I really wouldn't be sure about this matter. At most, I would only be able to get one out of ten."

Suddenly, the young man raised his lips and turned serious. Zhuang Mocheng stopped joking and asked, "What about now?"

Chen Xiaojun raised his eyes, his gaze gleaming with confidence, and he said softly: "Now that Xiaoyi is back, I feel a little more confident."

Zhuang Mocheng asked: "How many points?"

The young man put his fingers together like a sword to cut off the wind blowing through the corridor, and the remaining fragrance condensed into a dragon around his wrist, saying, "Four or five points."

"Four or five points? Just four or five points?" Zhuang Mocheng stood up suddenly, the light in his old eyes flashing like lightning.

Then, Zhuang Mocheng suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, shaking the dust on the beams and scaring away the birds.

Chen Xiaojun curled his lips speechlessly and said, "Mr. Zhuang, why are you so excited?"

Zhuang Mocheng smiled and said, "With so many colleges competing for the crown, having four or five points is already a high probability."

"Besides, I don't know you, kid?"

"I've been dealing with you for so many years, and you've always been very careful when it comes to probability issues like this."

"The so-called 40 or 50 percent should at least give you 60 or 70 percent confidence."

Chen Xiaojun responded slyly, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm still not sure about the score of more than 90 points."

Zhuang Mocheng coughed a few times because of his words, and scolded with a smile: "You kid, stop playing tricks."

Zhuang Mocheng then asked, "You said Xiaoyi is here. It is true that the life-related healer can heal injuries and increase combat power."

"But can we really have such a big chance of improvement just by relying on these?"

"What is the reason behind this?"

He also watched the ceremony that day, and Xiaoyi's martial soul and soul power were both extremely outstanding.

But if it would significantly increase the chances of winning, he was a little confused, as other academies were not without life-related healers.

Chen Xiaojun looked at him and thought to himself that it seemed necessary to give this old guy a reassurance.

So, he said word by word: "Because of the martial soul fusion technique!"

(End of this chapter)