Douluo Continent II: The Dragon Breaks the Nine Heavens

Chapter 153 Hey, Chicken Leg Douluo!

He Caitou remained on high alert with a serious expression, ready to release his soul tool as quickly as possible to defend against or even counterattack any crisis that might come at any moment.

Lin Yun glanced at the former, then pulled Xiao Xiao to a corner where they chatted and laughed.

Huo Yuhao stood next to Bei Bei with a blank and adorable expression. However, his blank and adorable appearance, combined with his current muscular physique and appearance, really gave him the feeling of being a fool.

The others gathered in small groups, whispering amongst themselves.

The scene seemed harmonious for a time.

Whether they are truly harmonious or not is unclear, but at least on the surface they appear to be quite harmonious.

However, it seems unlikely that this is the case. Those who come here are obviously core disciples, and it's impossible for everyone to participate in the so-called missions. Most of them will inevitably be eliminated. In short, everyone here could become a competitor.

If they weren't on guard, how could things possibly be harmonious?

Just as everyone was still adhering to the Dark Forest Law, ready to launch two-dimensional foils at any moment, an old man with extremely sharp clothes and appearance suddenly appeared in the middle of the Soul Arena.

He casually draped a large gray robe over his body, his messy hair was greasy, his old face was sleepy, and he exuded a strong smell of liquor and meat.

Of course, when all these smells came together, the feeling was absolutely awful. The students closest to Old Deng turned green and their stomachs churned.

If Old Deng hadn't appeared so quietly, and it was obvious at a glance that he was a powerful figure, they probably would have started cursing him out.

Old Deng casually untied the wine gourd hanging from his waist, took a satisfying sip, and then raised his head, giving a nonchalant glance at the many core disciples in the Soul Arena.

When he saw Lin Yun, Old Deng's gaze lingered for a moment, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

It was a look that mixed admiration, regret, greed, disgust, and ill intent.

It looks just like a pie chart.

Lin Yun naturally saw Old Deng as well, and his sharp appearance made him recognize Old Deng's identity at a glance.

Yo~ Chicken Leg Douluo!

Sure enough, the next second, Xuan Laodeng pulled out an Orleans chicken leg from who-knows-where, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and chewed it with a smacking sound.

Xuanzi's reason for looking at Lin Yun this way is very simple: he admires Lin Yun because of Lin Yun's martial soul and talent, he regrets Lin Yun because of Lin Yun's sect, he is greedy because Lin Yun has immortal herbs, and he hates Lin Yun because Lin Yun used immortal herbs to trick Shrek Academy out of six 100,000-year soul bones.

As for those with ill intentions...

Then we'll have to ask Elder Xuan if he's secretly planning some big news for Shrek Academy again...

And so, Xuanzi remained silent, and no one else spoke. Everyone watched in silence as the unkempt old man ate his chicken leg, and the scene became eerily quiet for a moment.

Xuanzi wasn't in a hurry. He leisurely cleaned a chicken leg, casually tossed the bones aside, and then took a big gulp of wine before nodding in satisfaction.

"I'm sure your respective homeroom teachers have already told you that the reason we've gathered you core disciples here is to select a team to complete a secret mission for the academy," Xuanzi said calmly. "I am the supervisor of this selection competition; you can call me Elder Xuan."

"Enough with the nonsense. The rules for this selection competition are simple. All of you here will engage in a free-for-all in the Soul Arena after I announce the start of the competition. The seven who remain at the end will be the chosen ones for this mission." "Use your abilities with confidence. Go all out if you want. With me here, you don't need to worry about hurting others or being hurt by others."

Xuanzi's words caused everyone present to have strange expressions.

What kind of selection competition is this?

A free-for-all? Is this really necessary?

But Xuanzi didn't care what they thought. After glancing at everyone, he calmly asked, "Any other questions?"

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So what if there's a problem? Can you change the selection rules if there's a problem?

"No!" *N

"Very good, then let the competition begin!" Xuanzi nodded in satisfaction, and his figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only the many core disciples on the arena, wary of each other.

Those with brains and souls exchanged glances with their friends the moment Xuanzi disappeared, and quickly released their martial spirits, gathering them together.

In chaotic battles, the worst thing you can do is go it alone.

The saying "pigs and sheep flock together, while tigers roam alone" only applies when there is a huge gap in actual strength. Everyone present is a core disciple of Shrek Academy and a prodigy among their peers. If they still look down on others and choose to fight alone, it will only lead to their demise.

Of course, Lin Yun is an exception.

As everyone gathered together, Lin Yun, still with his arm around Xiao Xiao's slender waist, began to engage in OMO (Online Motion) with great interest.

One after another, dazzling spirit rings rose beneath the feet of the core disciples. None of them were lower than the second ring. In fact, normally, the core disciples who appeared in the selection competition should have had three or more spirit rings.

As a result, the two spirit rings under the feet of Huo Yuhao, Zhou Sichen, Cao Jinxuan, and others, whose strength was only that of a Great Soul Master, became the most conspicuous feature.

Everyone was eager to try and eliminate these second-tier noobs first.

The situation was instantly disrupted the next moment when senior students such as Bei Bei, Xu Sanshi, and Jiang Nannan released their martial spirits. The four spirit rings—two yellow and two purple—that represented the strength of the Soul Masters put immense pressure on the others.

"Eliminate the senior students first!" a handsome third-year student with the strength of a Soul Master shouted, and then charged forward first.

The others also understood that only by eliminating the older students first could they have a greater chance of advancing.

Bei Bei and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they instantly huddled together. Huo Yuhao, standing next to Bei Bei, was drenched in sweat and shouted to Lin Yun, "Godfather, save me!"

I didn't want to make a move, but Huo called me godfather.

How can this be good?

Lin Yun frowned and pondered deeply, then slapped his forehead, his expression suddenly turning ferocious.

Fine, fine, you want to become my godfather, and then stab me in the back with your halberd?

This Huo is cunning and rebellious; he cannot be allowed to live long. He has already made a choice to die!

hold head high--!!!

A high-pitched and majestic dragon roar resounded throughout the entire arena, and then an oppressive feeling as terrifying as a mountain instantly descended upon everyone.

The King has arrived!

(End of this chapter)