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

On the playground, Wei Xiaofeng lay face down on the grass, muttering, "Brother Nan, are you even human?"

Three minutes ago, Chu Nan said, "Let's practice our teamwork," and Wei Xiaofeng was quite happy. As a result, Chu Nan used a spatial teleportation to flash between the three of them, and his first spirit ring lit up—the spatial pressure directly pressed down on Wang Jinxi's back, and Wang Jinxi fell to the ground with a "thud."

Just as Wei Xiaofeng unleashed his wind blade, Chu Nan dodged to the side and then countered with another spatial pressure attack. Wei Xiaofeng's feet sank, and he was sent sprawling into the ground.

Zhang Yangzi circled around behind Chu Nan, intending to launch a sneak attack. Chu Nan didn't even turn his head; he used spatial teleportation to appear behind Zhang Yangzi and gently pushed him, causing Zhang Yangzi to fall headfirst to the ground.

The entire process took less than a minute, and all three were wiped out.

Chu Nan squatted down and commented: "Wei Xiaofeng acted too hastily, without even checking his teammates' positions; Zhang Yangzi shouldn't have gone in a straight line when flanking, it's like he's just feeding kills; Wang Jinxi activated his defensive soul skill too late, what's the use of activating it after his teammates have fallen?"

Wei Xiaofeng wailed, "You're right about everything, but could you please turn off that damn gravity effect first?"

Zhang Yangzi rubbed his forehead, unconvinced: "That was a sneak attack!"

"Is there such a thing as a sneak attack on the battlefield?" Chu Nan shut him down with a single question.

Wang Jinxi lay on the ground, honestly admitting defeat: "Brother Nan is right, I'll be more careful next time."

As the three of them were scrambling to their feet, a fair hand reached out and offered them a bottle of mineral water.

Gu Yue stood beside Chu Nan, her expression calm, but her gaze remained fixed on him: "Are you tired?"

Wei Xiaofeng's eyes lit up, and he drawled, "Yo~~~"

Zhang Yangzi responded seamlessly: "Someone's handing me water!"

Wang Jinxi chuckled sheepishly, "Gu Yue, we're thirsty too..."

Gu Yue didn't even glance at him.

Wei Xiaofeng clutched his chest and wailed, "Fairness! So unfair!"

Zhang Yangzi chimed in, "He values ​​women more than friends!"

Chu Nan had just unscrewed the bottle cap and taken a sip when he choked on the words "prioritizing women over friends," coughing violently. He glared at the three of them and yelled, "What nonsense are you spouting!"

He glanced at Gu Yue out of the corner of his eye and noticed that she was not only not angry, but the corners of her mouth even curled up slightly—although she quickly suppressed it.

Chu Nan thought to himself, "It's over! The Silver Dragon King's persona has collapsed! Where's his aloofness? Where's his majesty? Was he bought off by mineral water?"

Just then, the soul-guided communicator in his pocket suddenly rang.

"You're so beautiful, chicken~ You're so beautiful, chicken~" The catchy ringtone echoed in the air above the training field.

Wei Xiaofeng laughed so hard he almost fell over: "Brother Nan, what kind of taste do you have?!"

Chu Nan's face darkened as he answered the phone. Li Fugui's enthusiastic voice came through: "Young friend Chu Nan, would you like to come to the branch office sometime? Headquarters sent you something; it'll be more reassuring if you come to pick it up in person."

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit." Chu Nan hung up the phone.

"Are you going out?" Gu Yue suddenly spoke, her tone calm, but her eyes clearly brightened. "I'll go with you."

Chu Nan waved his hand: "No need, I'll just go to the Spirit Pagoda branch and be right back. You must be tired from training today, go home and rest early."

Gu Yue pursed her lips, her cheeks puffing out slightly, and looked at Chu Nan for several seconds with a hint of resentment in her purple eyes. Her gaze seemed to say, "Why didn't you take me with you?"

Chu Nan felt a little guilty under their gaze, but still forced a smile and said, "Really, it's not necessary. You can go back first."

Gu Yue didn't speak again, turned and left. Her back was ramrod straight, but her steps were inexplicably slow, carrying a hint of indescribable loneliness. Her shoulders slumped slightly—"Is the Dragon God wary of her? Or does he find her annoying? He just wanted to spend more time with him..."

Wei Xiaofeng leaned closer and sighed, "Brother Nan, you really have no sense of romance. The girl wants to be with you, but you're pushing her away."

Chu Nan slapped him on the back of the head: "Stop talking nonsense and go back to your practice."

…………

At the other end of the teaching building, in an office, Wu Changkong was looking through a document.

Chu Nan, nine years old, innate full soul power level 20, twin spacetime martial souls, level 34 Soul Master. Soul ring configuration: "two blue and one green".

Wu Changkong's gaze lingered on the line "Self-Condensed Soul Ring". Self-Condensed Soul Ring? There doesn't seem to be such a term in the history of Soul Masters, does there?

He looked at another document.

Gu Yue, nine years old, Elementalist of Martial Soul, Level 26 Great Soul Master, with two purple soul rings.

He put down the documents and closed his eyes. Such talent would be considered top-tier even within Shrek Academy's inner court.

"Teacher." A knock sounded at the door.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie walked in.

Xie Xie grinned and asked, "Teacher, what do you need us for?"

Wu Changkong silently pushed the two documents in front of the two people.

Xie Xie glanced at it, his eyes widening instantly: "A level... thirty-four Soul Master? Twin Martial Souls? And they even grow their own Soul Rings? Is this human? This is freakish! Level thirty-four at nine years old, I haven't even reached level twenty! And this Gu Yue, level twenty-six, two thousand-year Soul Rings?! Teacher, are you sure this isn't an alien?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, like a spirited young man who had just been discharged from the hospital.

Tang Wulin didn't speak, but looked down at the documents, his fingers tightening slightly.

He called out in his mind, "Old Tang?"

Old Tang's voice rang out: "What's wrong?"

"Can I really catch up with someone like that?" Tang Wulin's voice carried a hint of confusion.

Old Tang paused for a moment, then said, "Of course you can. The power of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline far exceeds your imagination; it's just that it hasn't been unsealed yet. Next month's promotion tournament will be an opportunity. Your top priority is to unlock the first layer of the seal."

Tang Wulin smiled wryly: "But where am I supposed to find the materials needed to unlock the seal?"

"You can ask Mu Chen for help. He thinks highly of you and shouldn't refuse."

Tang Wulin gritted his teeth: "I don't want to owe too many favors... I'll try to figure it out myself first, and only ask for help if all else fails."

Old Tang didn't say anything more, but his heart was in turmoil.

This kid… level 34? Twin martial souls? And he even has his own spirit rings? In all his years, he'd never seen such an outrageous combination. This isn't just a genius, this is God's favorite son! Even when he was cheating, he never had anything like this!

Moreover, when he was that age, the most powerful Soul Master he had ever seen was probably Yu Xiaogang.

Old Tang sighed silently, "There are always some monsters every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual." Oh well, I'd better focus on nurturing my own little one.

Wu Changkong looked at the silent Tang Wulin and the exaggerated Xie Xie, and said coldly, "Just do your best. Your talent is not bad, it's just that your opponents are too special. Just perform to your level in the promotion tournament, and I won't blame you."

These words sounded cold, but Tang Wulin understood their meaning—the teacher was comforting them.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded solemnly, "Understood, teacher."

In the corridor, Xie Xie patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder: "Hey, don't make that face. That Chu Nan is a freak. We normal people shouldn't compare ourselves to him. Just practice our own skills."

Tang Wulin looked up at him. Xie Xie still had that carefree smile on his face, but his eyes were serious.

"Yes, I know." Tang Wulin smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Thank you, Xie Xie. I'm fine."

"Are you really alright?" Xie Xie looked him over suspiciously.

"It's nothing." Tang Wulin shook his head. "I just feel... I need to work harder. I'm going to the forging room; I haven't finished the work I took on today."

After he finished speaking, he waved to Xie Xie and turned to walk towards the stairs. His figure appeared exceptionally thin, yet exceptionally straight, in the dim light of the corridor.

Xie Xie stood there, watching Tang Wulin disappear around the corner of the stairs, his smile finally fading. He scratched his head in frustration, muttering, "What a freak! Level 34... Is this even fair?"

He slapped his face hard, the sound echoing loudly: "No, no, Xie Xie, you can't back down! So what if you're a little more talented? Fighting isn't all about talent! Strike! Strike like a madman!"

After saying that, he dashed off to his dormitory.