Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King

Chapter 153 Don't you have any faults at all?

Just now, Nan Fusheng used his third soul skill to directly control the Zheng brothers, Zheng Long and Zheng Hu, to attack the opponent.

The strength of the Spirit Thread ability depends on the strength of Nan Fusheng's spiritual power. Furthermore, the closer one gets to Nan Fusheng, the more powerful this ability becomes.

With Nan Fusheng's current mental strength, even if this is just an avatar, when his own consciousness is added to the avatar, it is enough to raise the avatar's mental strength to the Spirit Abyss Realm.

As for their opponents, Zheng Long and Zheng Hu, their mental strength was at most at the Spirit Realm. How could they possibly resist Nan Fusheng, especially since the two of them were constantly getting closer to Nan Fusheng's position?

"Those who can get into Shrek Academy are indeed quite capable. My name is Zheng Qiaran, ranked thirtieth on the list of young geniuses. Everyone calls me: Green Serpent Zheng Qiaran. What about you?"

"Nan Fusheng." Nan Fusheng calmly replied to Zheng Qiaran's question.

“Nan Fusheng?” Zheng Qiaran recalled whether he had ever heard of this name before, or whether the young genius had ever been associated with someone named Nan Fusheng.

Unfortunately, after racking his brains for a while, Zheng Qiaran couldn't find any information about Nan Fusheng in his mind. However, Zheng Qiaran didn't underestimate the other party because of this.

Putting everything else aside, Nan Fusheng's defeat of Zheng Long and Zheng Hu just now was enough to make her wary.

Furthermore, the soul skills of spirit-type soul masters are known for their 'unpredictability'; you never know what kind of abilities they might possess. If you underestimate them, you might actually suffer a crushing defeat.

"Then let me see what you're capable of!" A glint flashed in Zheng Qiaran's eyes, and a light shone from his body, covering his entire body in a layer of emerald green.

However, compared to the Zheng brothers, Zheng Long and Zheng Hu, the emerald green color on her body was much brighter. The small emerald green snake coiled around her arm shone brightly, and then spewed a thick green mist towards Nan Fusheng.

At the same time, she moved close to the ground, quickly approaching Nan Fusheng. Mental-type Soul Masters generally possess strong mental power, but their physical strength is only slightly better than that of support-type Soul Masters.

Therefore, the best way to deal with a spirit-type Soul Master is to get as close to them as possible and end the battle in one go.

Otherwise, if the opponent uses that soul skill whose ability is still unknown, the situation will become unfavorable for her.

Zheng Qia Ran was well aware of her own abilities and was more suited to team battles; close-quarters combat was actually not very friendly to her.

However, there was nothing she could do, as she had no teammates by her side. Moreover, her opponent was merely a fragile spirit-type Soul Master, and in close combat, she, with her poison attribute, had a natural advantage.

Thinking this, Zheng Qiaran couldn't help but increase his speed even further.

"Wait, is this girl really that bold?"

Although the thick green fog in front of him obscured Nan Fusheng's vision, it could not block his spiritual perception. Nan Fusheng could clearly sense that Zheng Qiaran was launching a surprise attack from directly in front of him.

Yes, right in front of him. Zheng Qiaran didn't even change direction, like to ambush him from the side, but charged straight at him.

"Door."

Yellow, purple, and purple. Three spirit rings rose from beneath Nan Fusheng's feet. These were the spirit rings possessed by his clone. Having two thousand-year spirit rings made him a genius, but not quite astonishing.

The second spirit ring lit up, and a silver vortex appeared above Nan Fusheng, absorbing the dense fog containing the deadly poison.

Zheng Qiaran went limp, as if she had lost her bones, and quickly wrapped herself around Nan Fusheng, binding him tightly.

Her right hand also turned emerald green and lunged straight for Nan Fusheng's neck. At the same time, the emerald green snake emitted a jade-like light and opened its mouth to spray poison mist at Nan Fusheng.

"I think you're getting excited too soon."

Just as Zheng Qiaran's right hand was about to touch Nan Fusheng's neck, and the corners of her mouth began to turn up, Nan Fusheng's voice rang out.

"This is!"

Zheng Qiaran suddenly realized that his movements were becoming stiff. His right hand, which was supposed to poke Nan Fusheng, stopped abruptly when it was still a fist's distance from Nan Fusheng's neck.

Even his own soul, which was supposed to spew poisonous mist at Nan Fusheng, strangely stopped moving.

At this moment, Zheng Qiaran was like a beautiful snake, tightly wrapped around Nan Fusheng's body. Nan Fusheng could even feel the girl's budding softness pressed tightly against his back.

The two were in an incredibly ambiguous position no matter how you looked at it, provided you ignored Zheng Qiaran's right hand flashing green light and the snake-like spirit with its mouth wide open.

"Damn it! What kind of ability is this? Mind control? Is this how he took down Zheng Long and Zheng Hu before?!"

Zheng Qiaran's feelings were different from Nan Fusheng's. At this moment, the girl was trying her best to regain control of her body, but no matter how she urged her soul power, her body did not show any signs of moving.

She could even sense the spirit's consciousness, but judging from the information it transmitted, it couldn't control its own body either. This was truly a miscalculation; she hadn't expected the opponent's abilities to be so bizarre!

"Well then, hello Zheng Qiaran, and goodbye."

After Nan Fusheng finished speaking, he directly controlled Zheng Qiaran's soul and bit her arm.

The poison from the spirit began to spread to Zheng Qiaran's body, and then, it was absorbed.

"Immune to the toxins of spirits?"

Nan Fusheng muttered to himself, then looked at Zheng Qiaran, who had a smug look on his face, and couldn't help but feel speechless. What are you so smug about? I still have the upper hand in the current situation, okay?

"Well then, this is really goodbye."

After saying that, Nan Fusheng directly manipulated Zheng Qiaran to slide off his body. During the slide, the girl's soft breasts kept rubbing against his body.

Zheng Qiaran, who had just slipped off Nan Fusheng, finally realized just how ambiguous her actions had been. The girl's face turned slightly red, but she still glared at Nan Fusheng.

Although she chose to become entangled with Nan Fusheng, aside from that point, isn't Nan Fusheng completely without fault?

However, before the girl could convey her shame and indignation to Nan Fusheng, her body involuntarily fell to the ground and then disappeared in a beam of light.

The rules of this competition state that if a player touches the ground with all four limbs or their torso, they will be eliminated.

Chapter 154 The Strongest in the Freshman Class

"Yay, yay, I've finally taken care of her. I wonder who my next opponent will be?" Before Nan Fusheng could continue thinking,

"boom."

The next moment, a terrifying explosion rang out not far in front of him, followed by a large chunk of black charcoal falling from the sky in front of him before turning into a beam of light and disappearing.

Nan Fusheng possessed the Purple Demon Eye of the Tang Clan, so he could clearly see that what had just fallen was not charcoal at all, but a black figure.

The other person seemed to have been blown away by something, which is why they landed not far in front of him. Before Nan Fusheng could think further, a beautiful figure appeared in front of him, followed by a clear female voice.

"Oh dear, you actually ran into other people. Well, you're just unlucky then."

……

"Oh, this little guy should also be that guy Zhuoshi's grand-disciple, right? His name is Nan Fusheng, right? He defeated Zheng Qiaran so easily, and he's a spirit-type soul master. It seems his spiritual power must be quite high."

Cai Yue'er looked at the large screen that covered the entire wall of the room and said with some surprise. It was showing footage of the freshmen fighting in the forest, including a scene of Nan Fusheng defeating Zheng Qiaran.

"Yes. Judging solely from his mental strength, he is only slightly inferior to Gu Yue, having already reached the Spirit Sea Realm. However, it seems that his mental strength has improved considerably since then," Wu Changkong respectfully answered Elder Cai's question.

"So, in this competition, who do you two think is more likely to become the class monitor?"

Upon hearing Elder Cai's question, Shen Yi shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Instead, Wu Changkong spoke up, saying, "Tang Wulin."

"Tang Wulin? That kid who can do spirit forging, right? That's right. From a strategic perspective, that kid was able to choose to stand with his companions without hesitation during the entrance exam. You could say he's loyal and righteous."

At the same time, the fact that even the unruly little girl Gu Yue listened to him and called him captain shows that the kid indeed has remarkable leadership skills.

Hearing Elder Cai's praise for Tang Wulin, even the aloof Wu Changkong couldn't help but smile, after all, this was a student he had taught!

"However," Cai Lao's tone shifted, "leadership ability alone is not enough. This world is about the survival of the fittest. Many people have leadership skills, but only a few truly stand at the top."

Without the power to subdue everyone, no matter how capable you are, there will still be many who will not submit to you. Tang Wulin is indeed outstanding, but among this year's freshmen, there are quite a few who are stronger than him.

After saying that, Cai Yue'er turned her gaze to the soul guidance screen, "It seems that Nan Fusheng's luck is not so good. He actually encountered the strongest among this year's freshmen. I wonder how long he can last."

Shen Yi and Wu Changkong, who were standing to the side, couldn't help but turn their attention to the screen after hearing what Elder Cai said. They were also very curious about the strength of Fors Wall.

After all, so far, the opponents that girl has encountered have not been too strong, so she has used fire element to blast them away.

That flame must have been an extreme fire, but could that alone really make Elder Cai think that the other party was the strongest among this year's freshmen?

……

At this moment, Nan Fusheng looked at the smiling girl in front of him and couldn't help but fall silent.

"What, not going to fight? Although we've met a few times, I won't hold back just because of that."

Looking at the silent Nan Fusheng, Fors said, after all, this is just a virtual battle, and the people from Shrek Academy should all be watching, so she can't reveal any flaws because of this.

"Then let me see what you're capable of that makes you worthy of being called the 'strongest freshman'." Facing Fors, Nan Fusheng also started to act like a drama queen.

"Third Soul Skill: Spirit Threads"

Nan Fusheng was burning with intense fighting spirit. Even Cai Yue'er and the others watching through the soul guide screen could see that Nan Fusheng was going all out.

"Take the move!"

After saying that, Nan Fusheng manipulated the threads formed from his spiritual power and began to wrap around Fors.

"boom."

Nan Fusheng stood ramrod straight, but his calves and the area below his knees were firmly embedded in the ground, making him appear shorter.

The culprit behind all this was a pair of fair and smooth jade hands, which were now resting on Nan Fusheng's shoulders. Although the arms looked slender and weak, they were now like a mountain, pressing down on Nan Fusheng.

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"So, do you still want to fight?"

Fors stood in front of Nan Fusheng, withdrew her hands, looked at Nan Fusheng who was a little shorter than her, and said in a charming voice.

"I'm not fighting anymore, I surrender, I surrender. For the sake of our acquaintance, can you give me a chance to surrender?" Nan Fusheng said to Fors with a bitter smile on his face.

"Sure, as long as you kneel down, lick my feet, and call me 'Your Majesty,' I will accept your surrender."