Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

Chapter 54 Utter Self-Inflicted Humiliation

When Su Chen arrived at the council hall again, led by the guards, the atmosphere was completely different from before.

Prince Snowstar and Prince Avalanche were nowhere to be seen; in their place stood a huge round table laden with exquisite dishes and fine wines.

The three education commissioners, Meng Shenji, Zhilin, and Bai Baoshan, sat upright with perfectly measured smiles on their faces, as if the fierce conflict in front of the mountain gate had never happened.

"Your Highness, we are honored by your presence. We apologize for not being able to greet you properly." Meng Shenji was the first to stand up, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and adopted a very humble posture.

Su Chen didn't even glance at the food and wine on the table. He walked straight to the head seat, sat down without any ceremony, and then scanned the three old men with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Forget the pleasantries." Su Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority. "Speak, what exactly do you want from me?"

So direct, so ruthless.

The smiles on the faces of the three education commissioners froze for half a second.

They had considered various possible reactions from Su Chen: arrogance, vigilance, or feigned compliance.

But I never expected him to go to such lengths, not even bothering with the most basic pleasantries, and immediately trying to overturn the table.

"Ahem," Zhilin, the Education Committee member, coughed twice, trying to ease the atmosphere. "Your Highness the Holy Son is indeed a young hero, quick-witted and outspoken. The three of us have long heard that Your Highness the Holy Son is a peerless genius, one in ten thousand years for the Spirit Hall. Seeing you today, his talent far surpasses the rumors."

"We invited you here today for two reasons. First, to apologize for the misunderstanding at the mountain gate. Prince Xuexing acted rashly and offended Your Highness. We ask for Your Highness's forgiveness."

"Secondly, I would also like to discuss with Your Highness the specific arrangements for your exchange and study at the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy."

After all, given your distinguished status, we must tailor a teaching plan specifically for you to ensure your brilliance is not wasted.

Zhilin's words were perfectly tactful, giving Su Chen face while subtly bringing the topic of "exchange and learning" back to the forefront, implying that Su Chen was here as a "student" and should abide by student rules.

Upon hearing this, Su Chen scoffed.

"A teaching plan? With your abilities?"

He extended a finger and tapped it lightly on the table, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

"Let me ask you, which of you has a soul power level exceeding ninety-five?"

The three education committee members' expressions changed. Among them, Meng Shenji, who had the highest soul power, was only level 88, not even reaching the threshold of a Title Douluo.

"I'll ask you again, whose martial soul is a god-level martial soul that surpasses all beast martial souls and weapon martial souls?"

The three men's expressions changed again. Although their martial spirits were top-tier, they were still a long way from being "god-level".

"I'll ask you one last time," Su Chen's voice suddenly turned cold, "which of you is confident you can last three rounds against my blade?"

"Clang!"

He slowly pulled the Ryujin Jakka out half an inch, and a scorching, domineering, and terrifying aura that seemed to burn everything instantly enveloped the entire council hall!

Under the oppressive aura, the wine on the table began to boil, fine cracks appeared on the exquisite porcelain plate, and even the air itself became distorted!

Meng Shenji, Zhilin, and Bai Baoshan felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure rushing towards them, as if they would be completely devoured by the flame law contained in the blade in the next second!

Their soul power surged uncontrollably, and the phantom of their martial souls flickered behind them, barely managing to withstand the oppressive force. However, fine beads of cold sweat had already seeped from their foreheads.

Such power was emanating from merely drawing the sword half an inch!

This kid's strength is ten times more terrifying than what they saw at the mountain gate!

"A Soul Douluo who isn't even a Title Douluo, an old relic who's never even seen a God-level Martial Soul, a mediocre talent who can't even withstand half of my sword moves."

Su Chen slowly sheathed his sword, and the terrifying pressure dissipated.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at the three pale-faced old men opposite him with the same disdainful gaze one would give a piece of trash.

"With your paltry entourage, you think you're qualified to interrogate me?"

"You think you're qualified to design a teaching plan for me?"

Dead silence.

A deathly stillness, like that of a tomb.

When Su Chen's words, "You're not qualified to design a teaching plan for me," faded from the council hall, the entire space seemed to have been drained of all sound and air.

Meng Shenji, Zhi Lin, and Bai Baoshan, three highly respected and powerful education commissioners in the Tiandou Empire, were frozen in their seats like three stone statues weathered for thousands of years, not daring to move an inch.

The reserve and arrogance they had shown at first sight were gone from their faces, replaced by a pallor and horror that came from having their values ​​utterly shattered.

Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads and dripped onto their expensive robes, but they were completely unaware of it.

Their pride in their Contra Douluo cultivation, extensive knowledge, and control over the academy were proven to be nothing but a laughable illusion in that brief moment when they drew their swords half an inch from each other.

That wasn't a test, much less a show of force.

That was naked contempt from a higher level of life.

Su Chen didn't even bother to look at them again, and stood up on his own, as if he had only done something insignificant.

He strolled to the window of the council chamber, stood with his hands behind his back, and gazed at the brightly lit complex of buildings deep within the academy.

"Starting tomorrow," he said calmly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of the three education committee members, "I want the list of all students in this academy whose soul power exceeds level forty, their martial soul information, and all their past combat records."

"Also, give me the best simulated training environment in your academy."

"My people, I need them."

This is not a discussion, it is an order.

After saying that, Su Chen didn't linger and walked straight out of the council hall, leaving behind three dispirited old men and a table of untouched food and wine.

After what seemed like an eternity, Zhilin finally swallowed hard, his voice dry as he broke the silence: "Who—who was this 'his person' he just mentioned?"

Meng Shenji slowly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Who else could it be?"

"Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo."

"And his granddaughter, Dugu Yan, who was poisoned."

Bai Baoshan slammed his fist on the table, his face filled with humiliation and resentment: "Are we just going to accept this? Let a teenager bully us like this?"

"What can we do if we don't admit it?" Meng Shenji opened his eyes, his gaze filled with bitterness and helplessness. "Bai Baoshan, if the three of us join forces, are we confident we can withstand that blow he just delivered?"

Bai Baoshan opened his mouth, but ultimately lowered his head in dejection.

What's next?

Let alone catch it, he almost couldn't muster the courage to release his martial spirit in the face of that sword intent that seemed to burn away his soul.

"He's right." Zhilin adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses filled with an unprecedented solemnity. "Our so-called rules, knowledge, and qualifications are nothing but a joke in the face of his absolute power."

"We're not facing a genius," we're facing a monster, a monster that can't be understood using any common sense!"

"Pass down the order," Meng Shenji waved his hand, his voice filled with exhaustion. "Do as he says. From now on, all petty actions against him must cease. Until we find a way to truly restrain him, anyone who dares to provoke us again will be considered an enemy of our entire Academic Affairs Committee!"

At this moment, the three giants of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy finally bowed their proud heads in the face of Su Chen's absolute strength.

They realized that the so-called "Feast at Hongmen" and the so-called "assessment" were, from the very beginning, a complete self-humiliation.

If the clashes within the academic affairs council were a silent collapse of high-level power, then...

Therefore, the entire Heaven Dou Royal Academy is currently experiencing an unprecedented public opinion upheaval.

What happened in front of the mountain gate was like a storm magnified infinitely, sweeping through every corner of the academy at an unimaginable speed.

"Have you heard? Prince Xuexing's thousand-strong army formation was utterly destroyed by Poison Douluo alone!"

"More than that! I saw it with my own eyes. In front of everyone, Poison Douluo knelt down and kowtowed to the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, begging him to save his granddaughter!"

"Really? A Title Douluo kneeling before a teenager? That's outrageous!"

"The most outrageous part is yet to come! Yu Tianheng, the captain of the Royal Fighting Team, knelt down on the spot to get that Holy Son to make a move! He kowtowed and begged for mercy; it was a truly pitiful sight!"

"My God! The heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family actually knelt down? Wasn't he supposed to be the number one genius in our academy? Where's his backbone?"

"Courage? What's courage worth in front of that kind of monster? I heard that the Holy Son cleaved Prince Xuexing in two with a single strike, stomped Prince Xuebeng half to death with a single kick, and even trapped the three major educational committee members in the council hall, too afraid to come out!"

Various versions of rumors spread wildly in the students' dormitories, canteens, and training grounds.

Every detail was embellished, and every scene was vividly depicted.

In this storm, several names have become the focus of everyone's discussion.

Su Chen, this name represents mystery, power, domineering, and a suffocating fear.

He was like an indescribable demon god; his mere presence caused the entire academy to tremble.

The other name, Yu Tianheng, has become a complete laughing stock.

"A genius from the continent's top academy?"

"The future master of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex?"

"A spineless coward who kneels before the enemy for a woman!"

Once upon a time, Yu Tianheng was someone that countless commoner students looked up to, and the dream lover of countless noble girls.

Wherever he goes, he is accompanied by flowers and applause.

Now, wherever he goes, he is met with whispers and pointing fingers.

Those gazes contained sympathy and pity, but even more so, undisguised mockery and contempt.

For a man who has lived in the shadow of brilliance since childhood, this humiliation of falling from the clouds into the mud is more painful than death.