Douluo Continent: Rainbow Dragon Martial Soul, Lin Yue Becomes a Love Rival?

Chapter 79 Three Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings? Ye Xinglan, the Bully Who Bullies the Weak and Fears the Strong

"ah----"

Ye Xinglan felt like all the bones in her body were falling apart.

Tang Wulin's attack was too ruthless, instantly crippling her combat ability and leaving her unable to even crawl.

"Sister Xinglan!"

"I have a giant meat bun that's supposed to help me recover!"

Xu Lizhi trembled beside him. Facing the tall and strong Tang Wulin and Ji Fengyu, he didn't dare to utter a sound. He hurriedly knelt down next to Ye Xinglan and stuffed the large meat buns he was making into Ye Xinglan's mouth.

After eating several large meat buns, Ye Xinglan finally felt a little better and struggled to sit up.

Those fiery eyes were fixed on Ji Fengyu and Tang Wulin.

"What are you looking at?"

"From now on, if you see Brother Ji or me, keep your head down and tail between your legs, or I'll beat you every time I see you!"

Tang Wulin looked down at Ye Xinglan with disdain, which annoyed him, and he snorted coldly.

Shrek, right?

So scared!

He's attacking Shrek!

"You're a strength-type Soul Master, right?"

Ye Xinglan glared at Tang Wulin with unconvinced eyes.

Although she lost decisively, she had absolute confidence in Shrek Academy and did not believe that any peers outside could defeat her.

Shrek students are the best!

Tang Wulin's victory must have been due to opportunism!

"What's wrong?"

"You disagree?"

Tang Wulin's smile grew even colder. If they weren't in public, he would have gone over and stomped on them.

Daring to lay a hand on Brother Ji is practically courting death!

"Not so great, we'll see!"

Ye Xinglan also sneered.

He's just a mere strength-type Soul Master who won a fight because he had the advantage in close combat; that doesn't prove anything!

Once she's on the field, she and her Star God Sword will make Tang Wulin question his very existence!

She remembered the humiliation she suffered today.

"Let's go."

Ye Xinglan frowned, supported by Xu Lizhi, got up, glared hatefully at Tang Wulin, then at Ji Fengyu, and left with Xu Lizhi's help.

"Neuropathy."

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Ji Fengyu couldn't help but complain.

Actually, he wasn't surprised at all by Ye Xinglan's personality. After all, she was a top student at Shrek Academy, and her academic achievements were undeniable.

But it's disgusting to keep bothering him.

"Brother Ji, calm down, don't mind them."

"Just a self-righteous, utterly useless piece of trash—"

"By the way, how are you today?"

Tang Wulin was asking about professional competitions.

Among Class Zero, only the two of them signed up for the second professional competition.

They are the only team with three matches this morning.

"Sigh, don't even mention it, I'm afraid it's unlikely."

"A mechanical repair genius is about to fall."

"The referee gave me a mech shoe sole and told me to rebuild the entire mech. How am I supposed to fix that?"

"I left halfway through the repairs, otherwise I wouldn't have made it to the individual competition."

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because once it was brought up, Ji Fengyu didn't know how to complain. He seriously suspected that he had been set up.

As for that repair competition, he had even less hope for it.

It's a mistake to have any expectations of a competition where they're willing to take out their shoe soles and have them repair them.

Cut your losses in time and skip the game to play in the main competition – that's the right way to go.

"Is this outrageous?"

Tang Wulin's lips twitched.

He thought that repairing the mechs would require at least half of the battle-damaged mechs, and who could withstand the strain of those shoe soles?

What's the difference between this and having someone rebuild a mech?

"Forget it, don't be sad, Brother Ji. Let's go out for lunch today, it's on me!"

Tang Wulin decided to spend a fortune to make Brother Ji smile.

He was always stingy and frugal, but Tang Wulin was very generous to Brother Ji.

If all else fails, I can always go back and take on a few more missions. The most important thing right now is to have fun.

"Forget it, let's all come out and eat together later."

Ji Fengyu didn't want to leave everyone behind to go have some alone time with Tang Wulin; the main group hadn't even come out yet.

The two waited at the exit of the stadium. Soon, Gu Yue, Na'er, Lan Xuanyu, Wang Xie, and everyone else except Xu Xiaoyan who was still in the hotel came out.

In the first round of the individual competition, no one was eliminated because no one ran into each other, and everyone advanced.

What is our slogan?

Monsoon rain stretched out his palm.

"Dragon Ball!"

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Wang Jinxi placed their hands under Ji Yufeng's palms.

Gu Yue, Na'er, and Lan Xuanyu placed their hands on the back of Ji Fengyu's hands.

The seven people's hands were stacked together, and everyone was present, just in time for another 7-person team match.

The professional and individual competitions are just appetizers; the seven-player competition is the main event.

"Where did this child come from?"

Their first-round opponents were a team that looked to have an average age of 15, almost at the maximum limit for the junior group.

Ji Fengyu and his friends were only 11 years old, looking very young. With an age advantage of three or four years, it's no wonder the opposing team was overconfident; any normal person would feel that victory was assured.

But the dragon squad is not normal.

"Who says an 11-year-old can't win a championship?"

Gu Yue narrowed his eyes.

Haven't you heard the saying, "Never underestimate a young person's potential"?

Why are you wasting your breath talking to them?

Black! Black! Black!

Three ten-thousand-year spirit rings appeared at Ji Fengyu's feet. All three spirit rings shone brightly, red, orange, and yellow!

Strength, attack, and defense—three amplification effects instantly cover the entire team.

"The legendary ten-thousand-year soul ring?!"

"And there are three of them!"

While the opposing team was still reeling from the shock of Ji Fengyu's three ten-thousand-year soul rings, the Dragon Clan team had already begun their operation.

"A towering, earth-shaking dragon pillar!"

Lan Xuanyu's mental connection was extended to everyone.

Taking advantage of the power of the monsoon rain and the ten-thousand-year soul ring, the dragon squad charged forward, suppressing the enemy with overwhelming firepower. "Golden Dragon Claw!"

"Light Dragon Claw!"

"Dark Dragon Claw!"

"Elemental Storm!"

"Silver Dragon Spear!"

This overwhelming battle was like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their unique abilities, a real showcase for Tang Wulin and his companions.

Before everyone could recover from the shock of the ten-thousand-year-old spirit ring, the battle was already over!

"hiss!!!"

Ye Xinglan, who was secretly watching from below the stage, gasped sharply.

A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring!

Three ten-thousand-year spirit rings!

Doesn't this mean that the monsoon rain has been a spirit for ten thousand years?

Something's not right; this person seems like someone you really can't mess with.

Fine, then let's just target Tang Wulin.

Anyway, it was Tang Wulin who threw her, so the grievances should be settled and the debts should be settled. Originally, Ye Xinglan planned to deal with Ji Fengyu as well.

Now—

It doesn't matter if we can't defeat the monsoon rain; a wise person knows when to yield. But Tang Wulin can't escape!

Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre. Ye Xinglan dares not provoke Ji Fengyu, but does he dare not provoke Tang Wulin?

"Sister Xinglan, let's just forget about it."

"I really don't know them, and they didn't acknowledge me at all; they just passed by."

"Besides, they have three ten-thousand-year soul rings, they're so powerful, they don't need to curry favor with us at all, the academy just sent them the admission notice on its own initiative."

Xu Lizhi suddenly remembered to offer advice.

He wouldn't try to dissuade Ye Xinglan if she could beat him, but if she couldn't, he had to.

"Do you need to tell me?"

"I don't care about that guy with the ten-thousand-year spirit ring, but I absolutely won't let the other person get away with it!"

Ye Xinglan glared at Tang Wulin, gritting her teeth.