Douluo Continent: The Legend of the Dragon King? No, the Legend of the Six Kings!

"The first thousand-year soul ring?!" Du Weiren stared intently at the two thousand-year soul rings at Lin Fan's feet, completely dumbfounded.

If a second spirit ring that takes a thousand years to form might be considered the mark of a genius among geniuses, then the idea that a first spirit ring takes a thousand years is simply unimaginable to anyone.

Do not!

It should be said that the first soul ring in a thousand years completely defies common sense and is simply impossible to exist.

Unfortunately, there was one right in front of him at that moment, whose first spirit ring was a thousand years old.

At this moment, Lin Fan didn't care about the shocked, surprised and incredulous looks of the people around him. Facing Bei Bei's fierce attack, the scalpel of fate had already appeared in his palm.

In an instant, Lin Fan clashed with Bei Bei's Radiant Dragon Claw, easily blocking the attack. Staring at Bei Bei, he slowly said, "Is it really a good idea to forcibly activate your bloodline for the sake of so-called academy honor?"

"It's worth it for the honor of the academy."

Beibei increased her strength without any hesitation, as if she wanted to tear Lin Fan's martial soul to shreds along with him. How could a small knife possibly block the attack of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex that had awakened its Light Bloodline?

Sensing Beibei's increased strength, Lin Fan smiled, and with a gentle slash of his hand holding the Scalpel of Destiny, a wound appeared on Beibei's dragon claw before the other could react.

Lin Fan's eyes were cold and sharp. Without the slightest hesitation, he deftly turned his wrist, and the scalpel at his fingertips spun rapidly in his palm before he neatly adjusted his grip.

A flash of cold light appeared on the blade, precisely aimed at the wound that had just been cut on Beibei's dragon claw, and plunged straight in.

"Since you so recklessly squander your own bloodline and don't know how to cherish it, then I'll personally lend you a hand!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Fan suddenly exerted force with his wrist, instantly pulling out the scalpel, the sharp blade gleaming with a faint, cold light.

Immediately afterward, he moved slightly and kicked Beibei precisely in the abdomen. A powerful force suddenly erupted, sending Beibei flying.

The entire set of movements was performed in one go, flowing smoothly and as fast as lightning.

Neither the caught-off-guard Beibei nor the intently watching Du Weiren had time to react and couldn't even see his entire set of moves in an instant.

Lin Fan stood there quietly, the scalpel in his hand dripping with the golden blood left over from when it pierced the dragon's claw. Just now, he used his authority over destiny to directly rewrite the bloodline within Bei Bei, ensuring that he would forever remain at the stage of the Light Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, never able to advance to the true Light Holy Dragon.

"Aaaaaah..." Beibei clutched the dragon claw in pain, not knowing why her hand hurt so much.

It was only then that Du Weiren realized what was happening and rushed to Beibei's side, asking, "Are you alright, Beibei?"

Beibei is no ordinary student; she's rumored to be a descendant of a powerful figure from the Sea God Pavilion. She absolutely cannot be allowed to get into trouble.

Hearing Du Weilun's concern, Bei Bei wanted to ask for help, but the excruciating pain from his martial soul caused him to faint on the spot.

Upon seeing this, Du Weiren hurriedly checked on Beibei and found she was only unconscious. Relieved, he angrily picked her up, looked at Lin Fan, and demanded, "Lin Fan, why are you so cruel!"

"Cruel?" Lin Fan found Du Weilin's words utterly laughable. "Director Du, if I were the one injured, how would you react to his attitude just now?"

"This is just a friendly exchange!"

"Yeah, so what if you get hurt a few times during a sparring match?"

Du Weilin had so much to say, but Lin Fan's words completely stumped him, leaving him speechless.

Just then, a voice broke the stalemate between the two.

"Injuries are common in sparring, Lao Du, why don't you take Beibei to get her injury treated?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Du Weiren immediately looked in the direction of the sound and, seeing the person who had entered, exclaimed with delight, "Dean!"

The person who came was Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the outer academy of the Martial Soul Department. He simply nodded slightly, and then his gaze fell on Lin Fan. He originally wanted to see what kind of powerful students would be recruited this time, but he did not expect that the teacher would suddenly find him and say that there was an extraordinary kid who came to challenge the school.

They even used a fake imperial attack, which piqued his interest. He was shocked by what he found.

Aside from the pseudo-ruling of the world mentioned by the teacher, his first spirit ring was a thousand-year spirit ring. Such talent is truly terrifying.

Although his martial soul isn't that great, with the academy's future training, he will definitely be one of the academy's pillars.

At this moment, Yan Shaozhe had already started fantasizing. He didn't even know if Lin Fan should join Shrek Academy, yet he was already daydreaming about such things.

Seeing this, Lin Fan couldn't help but take a few steps back. He was now certain that there were no normal people in Shrek Academy.

Yan Shaozhe seemed to realize that Lin Fan had distanced himself from him and that he had been somewhat distracted. He coughed a few times to ease the awkwardness.

"Ahem... Your name is Lin Fan, right?"

"Um."

Lin Fan nodded, looking at Yan Shaozhe in front of him, wanting to hear how this guy was going to fool him.

"I am Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the outer academy of the Martial Soul Department of Shrek Academy. Your talent is truly outstanding. Therefore, as long as you join Shrek Academy, I will directly approve you as a core member of the Martial Soul Department of Shrek Academy."

Upon hearing this, none of the outer academy students present could have imagined that Shrek Academy valued Lin Fan so much that Dean Yan Shaozhe personally invited him, even declaring that anyone who joined would become a core member of the Martial Soul System.

There's absolutely no need for the so-called selection and elimination competitions that follow; this is something they wouldn't have dared to even dream of when they were freshmen.

But some people can do it, which makes them incredibly envious and jealous.

Lin Fan's next reaction was something that none of them could have imagined or anticipated.

Faced with Yan Shaozhe's invitation and enticement, Lin Fan's eyes showed no excitement or emotion, only an extremely calm expression as he looked at Yan Shaozhe and replied word by word: "Dean Yan Shaozhe, I refuse. Today's challenge made me realize that your academy is nothing special."

"Okay... what did you say?"

Yan Shaozhe thought that a normal genius student would immediately accept such an invitation, and even kneel down to express his gratitude, but he seemed to have misheard. This guy seemed to have rejected him.

"It seems Dean Yan Shaozhe didn't hear me clearly, so let me repeat myself." Lin Fan's expression remained perfectly calm as he answered in a composed tone, "I refuse to join Shrek Academy."

These words reached Yan Shaozhe and the Shrek Academy freshmen and students from other academies in the audience with crystal clarity. At that moment, only one thought occupied their minds: "Really? Refusing to join Shrek Academy!"

Shrek Academy may be a sacred place in the eyes of many geniuses, but in Lin Fan's eyes it is nothing special. What's the point of cultivating genius students? Geniuses are geniuses no matter where they go.

Shrek Academy was like this ten thousand years ago, especially Yu Xiaogang. It wasn't that he was a great teacher, but that Tang San was the chosen one and very tenacious. Otherwise, he would have been killed by his good teacher long ago.

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