Douluo Dragon King: The Twin Dragons of Time and Space, Mistaken for Dragon God

Inside Class Zero.

Chu Nan first summoned the Space Dragon. A silver-gray phantom appeared behind him, its eyes tinged with silver light, and the surrounding space slightly distorted. His first spirit ring lit up—Spatial Pressure!

Wu Changkong's feet sank into the ground, but he remained motionless. With a casual wave of his hand, he unleashed his first soul skill: Frost Mark! Several icy blue sword beams shot out from the sword tip like snakes, tearing a gap in the pressure field of the space.

Chu Nan immediately activated his third spirit ring—Spatial Warp! His figure vanished, and the next second he appeared behind Wu Changkong, his fist enveloped in silver light slamming down.

Wu Changkong dodged to the side and swung his sword in a backhand strike. Chu Nan leaped again, darting left and right, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. But Wu Changkong's reactions were too fast, and he could predict Chu Nan's movements precisely each time.

Seeing Chu Nan's figure flicker, Wu Changkong activated his second soul ring—Frost Mist! A large area of ​​freezing air exploded from beneath his feet, instantly covering the entire ground with a thin layer of ice, and the air was filled with a bone-chilling cold. Chu Nan's speed noticeably slowed down, his feet slipped, and the rhythm of his spatial teleportation was disrupted.

"You can't beat me with just one martial soul," Wu Changkong said calmly. "Use your full strength."

Chu Nan took a deep breath: "As you wish."

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his left eye was silver-white, and his right eye was dark gold. Two afterimages appeared behind him—one a long, flowing silver river, the other a kaleidoscope of layers upon layers.

Dragon of Time! Dragon of Space! Twin Martial Souls simultaneously wielded!

His hair moved without wind, silver strands glintd through his black hair, and distorted spatial ripples surrounded him, emanating a vast, ancient, and noble aura. That was the might of a dragon, a might that surpassed all other dragons!

The temperature in the classroom plummeted—not from the freezing air of the sky, but from the oppressive force of the dragon's might. Everyone felt their breath catch in their throats, as if they were being watched by some ancient behemoth.

Gu Yue's purple eyes flashed with silver light, and her heart almost leaped out of her chest—Lord Dragon God!

Xie Xie's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg: "Holy crap..."

Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi were completely stunned.

Chu Nan extended his left hand, the Dragon Claw of Time—silver-white time power flowed between his five fingers. His right hand extended, the Dragon Claw of Space—the space around the dark golden dragon claw shattered, revealing pitch-black cracks. A three-ring Soul Master, two blue and one green.

Wu Changkong's pupils contracted slightly, and his grip on the sword tightened.

Chu Nan made a move.

With a wave of his left hand—First Soul Skill: Time Lag! The flow of time around Wu Changkong suddenly slowed, his movements momentarily half a beat slower. His right hand followed simultaneously—Second Soul Skill: Spatial Tear! The dragon claw ripped through space, carrying armor-piercing power as it hurtled straight at Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong forcefully activated his soul power to break free from the time lag, and his third soul ring lit up—Heavenly Frost Slash! A huge ice-blue sword aura swept out, carrying the power to freeze everything, and collided head-on with Chu Nan's spatial tear.

"Boom!" A shockwave exploded, sending Chu Nan staggering back two steps, but he was unharmed. He used his second soul skill on his left hand—Time Cage! A silver-white light shield appeared out of thin air, trapping Wu Changkong within it. Wu Changkong froze in place, unable to move.

Three seconds—only three seconds, but that was enough for Chu Nan.

His third soul skill with his right hand, Spatial Leap, instantly appeared behind Wu Changkong. His first soul skill with his left hand, Time Delay, was stacked again, and his right hand, Spatial Tear, went straight for the back of Wu's neck.

A cold glint flashed in Wu Changkong's eyes as his fourth soul ring lit up—Frost Whisper! The ice sword in his hand instantly expanded, transforming into a three-meter-long giant ice sword, its blade swirling with ancient runes. The giant sword swept across, shattering the Time Cage and simultaneously sending Chu Nan flying.

Chu Nan flipped in mid-air and landed on one knee. He was calm and composed, and his third soul ring on his left hand lit up—Time Reversal! A silvery-white light enveloped his entire body, and his injuries and soul power instantly returned to the state they were in ten seconds ago, as if nothing had happened.

Wu Changkong's expression finally changed: "Time reversal?"

Tang Wulin, sitting in the audience, was dumbfounded.

He asked Old Tang, "Old Tang, what... what level of battle is this?"

Old Tang was silent for a while: "This kid is even more terrifying than I imagined. His Space-Time Twin Martial Souls work together flawlessly. He can fight a level 69 Soul Emperor with only three rings and still hold his own. It's simply outrageous."

A strong sense of self-doubt welled up in Tang Wulin's heart: "Can...can I really catch up with him?"

Old Tang comforted him, "Don't rush. You have the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King, and your potential is no less than his. Moreover, the first seal within your body is about to be broken, and you'll break through soon. Take it slow and be down-to-earth."

The battle between Chu Nan and Wu Changkong continues.

He pushed his spacetime abilities to the limit—slowing down time to disrupt the rhythm, tearing and clashing with space, and combining this with unpredictable teleportation and control of the time cage, Wu Changkong gradually became unable to cope.

Wu Changkong took a deep breath, and his fifth spirit ring lit up—Frost Whisper Ice Wheel!

A massive frost wheel materialized above his head, spinning rapidly and radiating a chilling light. The frost wheel exploded, transforming into countless ice blades that swept through the classroom like a blizzard. Each ice blade possessed both freezing and cutting effects, blocking all of Chu Nan's escape routes.

Chu Nan's left hand, which had just used Time Reversal, was still on cooldown. But instead of retreating, he advanced, his right hand tearing through space to meet the torrent of ice blades head-on, while his left hand, with its Time Cage, once again aimed at Wu Changkong's body.

The ice blade struck the spatial dragon's claw, producing a piercing metallic clang. Chu Nan's arm went numb from the impact, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Time Cage!"

The silvery-white light shield trapped Wu Changkong once again. Chu Nan used spatial teleportation to dodge the last few ice blades and appeared in front of Wu Changkong, his spatial dragon claw pressed against his throat.

Three seconds later, the cage disappeared.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Teacher Wu." Chu Nan was slightly out of breath, but his eyes were bright.

Wu Changkong remained silent for a moment, then withdrew his soul power. His expression remained cold, but a complex emotion flickered deep in his eyes. He slowly spoke, "I lost."

He paused, then added, "I used soul power exceeding my suppression level halfway through. You won this spar."

The classroom erupted in chaos.

Xie Xie shouted, "Holy crap! Brother Nan beat Teacher Wu?!" Wang Jinxi clapped his hands sheepishly, while Zhang Yangzi's mouth was agape in an "O" shape, unable to close for a long time.

Gu Yue sat in her seat, her purple eyes sparkling with a strange light. A slight smile played on her lips, which she quickly suppressed. Her fingers lightly traced the tabletop, her heart pounding like a deer's—the Dragon God was indeed formidable; defeating a level 69 Soul Emperor with only three Soul Rings was astonishing, even though the opponent had suppressed his Soul Power. She glanced furtively at Chu Nan, then quickly looked away, her ears turning red.

Wu Changkong's mind was in turmoil: "This child is only nine years old, a three-ring Soul Master, a space-time dual martial soul, a self-condensed soul ring, and has first-class combat awareness. He can even defeat me who is above his level... Such talent, let alone East Sea Academy, even Shrek Academy's inner academy cannot find a second one."

Tang Wulin looked at Chu Nan, clenching his fist. Old Tang's voice rang out again: "Don't be discouraged. He has his path, and you have yours. Once the Golden Dragon King bloodline awakens, you won't be any worse than him."

Tang Wulin nodded, his eyes regaining their resolve.

Wu Changkong looked at Gu Yue: "Gu Yue, you and Xie Xie spar."

Xie Xie stepped forward with a grin: "Gu Yue, please go easy on me."

Three seconds later, Xie Xie lay on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, muttering, "I was wrong... I was really wrong... You were too cruel..."

Gu Yue returned to his seat without looking back.

Xie Xie climbed back into his seat and muttered under his breath, "This isn't a girl, this is a human-shaped monster..."

Wu Changkong announced expressionlessly, "Wang Jinxi and Wei Xiaofeng, you two fight. Zhang Yangzi and Tang Wulin, you two fight."

Wang Jinxi and Wei Xiaofeng fought evenly, but Wang Jinxi ultimately won by a narrow margin thanks to his superior defense.

Zhang Yangzi and Tang Wulin stood in the arena. Tang Wulin initially gained the upper hand by using the Blue Silver Grass to entangle and interfere with his attacks, combined with the immense power of his forging hammer. However, Zhang Yangzi was, after all, of a higher level. He seized an opening after one of Tang Wulin's attacks, severed the Blue Silver Grass, and finally kicked Tang Wulin to the ground.

"You flatter me." Zhang Yangzi clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Tang Wulin got up, dusted himself off, and looked determined: "Thank you for your guidance."

Wu Changkong walked to the front of the stage: "Today's exchange ends here. I have seen your performance."

He paused, his tone serious: "The goal of Class Zero is to achieve outstanding results in the Tianhai Alliance Grand Competition a year from now. At the same time, each of you must aim to be admitted to Shrek Academy."

Below the podium, Chu Nan leaned back in his chair, thinking to himself, "Shrek Academy, huh? That old bastard Yun Ming would welcome him anytime, no entrance exam needed. I wonder what kind of expressions everyone else will have?"

Wu Changkong concluded, "Dismissed. Formal training begins tomorrow."

Everyone stood up. Xie Xie rubbed his face and sidled up to Chu Nan: "Brother Nan, you're amazing! You even beat Teacher Wu. Today's a good day, let's go out for a meal! I know a barbecue place on the back street of the school, it's absolutely delicious!"

Wang Jinxi's eyes lit up: "Barbecue!" Wei Xiaofeng chimed in, "Let's go! We have to go!" Zhang Yangzi nodded as well. Gu Yue looked at Chu Nan, her purple eyes questioning. Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment, then nodded as well.

Chu Nan smiled and patted Xie Xie on the shoulder: "Sure, but you're treating today."

Xie Xie was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand generously: "Please, please! I lost the most badly today, so consider it a treat for you big shots to dinner. Please look after me!"

"Yay!" the crowd cheered.

The group walked out of the teaching building, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun. Chu Nan walked in front, with Gu Yue quietly following beside him. Behind them, Xie Xie and Tang Wulin whispered something to each other.

Looking at his companions, Chu Nan thought to himself, "This academy life is getting more and more interesting."