Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Qian Renxue stood beside him and asked softly, "Who are you talking to today?"

Ling Feng glanced at the competition schedule: "Blazing Fire Academy."

Qian Renxue laughed: "Then Yan Pojun probably won't be laughing anymore."

Ling Feng shook his head and remained silent.

He turned and walked towards the stadium.

Behind him, the door to the rest area opened again, and Yan Pojun led his team out.

He saw Ling Feng's back, and his expression was extremely complicated.

He recalled what Ling Feng had just said: "It's not too late to teach the younger generation how to be team leaders after they win the championship."

He suddenly felt a pang of regret.

It's not that I regret questioning Ling Feng, it's that I regret that Blazing Fire Academy drew the Spirit Hall today.

The stands were packed.

Emperor Xueye sat in the front row, with Xue Qinghe sitting beside him.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School remained seated in their places.

Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family remained expressionless.

On the seats of the Spirit Hall, Qian Gu Xiaoye and Dugu Bo sat upright, one on the left and one on the right.

Ling Feng walked up to the Spirit Hall's seats and sat down next to Qian Gu Xiao Ye.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye glanced at him. "Someone's causing trouble?"

Ling Feng shook his head: "It's not troublesome."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye nodded without asking any further questions.

He didn't need to ask, because he knew his son could handle it.

On the arena, the referee raised his right hand. "Spirit Hall Academy vs. Blazing Fire Academy, team battle, begin!"

Yan Pojun stood on the coach's bench, looking at the seven people opposite him wearing dark blue team uniforms, and took a deep breath.

His team members were all Soul Masters, the highest being level 49.

On the other side, there was a level 51 Soul King.

He suddenly remembered what he had said in the rest area earlier—"What makes you think you deserve to sit in this position, Holy Son?"

He thought it was a question at the time, but now he thinks it was self-humiliation.

The battle ended quickly.

It's not that Blazing Fire Academy is too weak, it's that Zhao Tiezhu and his group are too strong.

Seven people, seven martial spirits, working together in perfect harmony as if they were one person.

When Zhao Tiezhu shattered the fiery lion phantom of the Blazing Fire Academy captain with a single punch, the young man was sent flying backward and crashed heavily onto the edge of the arena.

He struggled to his feet and saw Zhao Tiezhu walk up to him and extend his hand.

"Played well."

The captain of Blazing Fire Academy was stunned.

He looked up at Zhao Tiezhu's honest face and suddenly smiled.

The smile was bittersweet yet resigned. "Your Holy Son truly doesn't need to participate."

Zhao Tiezhu chuckled: "That's right. Our Holy Son is reserved for the grand finale."

The captain of Blazing Fire Academy grasped his hand and stood up.

Thunderous applause erupted from the stands.

Emperor Xueye looked at the scene, remained silent for a long time, and then sighed.

He turned to look at the Spirit Hall's seats, where the twelve-year-old boy sat quietly, his face expressionless, as if the victory had nothing to do with him.

But he knew that every single second of this victory was related to that boy.

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's seat, Sword Douluo Chen Xin opened his eyes. "Old bones."

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, looked at him.

"That child is stronger than we imagined."

Gu Rong nodded: "I know."

“I’m not referring to his cultivation level.” Chen Xin paused.

"It refers to his character. He doesn't get angry when questioned, doesn't get annoyed when provoked, isn't arrogant when he wins, and isn't discouraged when he loses. This kind of character is not something a twelve-year-old should have."

Gu Rong was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Perhaps he was never twelve years old to begin with."

Chen Xin glanced at him but didn't say anything.

On the stage, Zhao Tiezhu led his team members out of the arena.

As they walked past the stands, the audience spontaneously stood up and applauded.

The applause wasn't for the Spirit Hall, nor for the Holy Son; it was for them, for these seven people, for the sweat of the past two months, and for this exhilarating victory.

Zhao Tiezhu scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Looking at the people clapping in the stands, Zhou Tai suddenly felt that the hardships of the past two months had been worthwhile.

Seven people entered the rest area.

In the rest area, the team leaders from the other colleges all stood up.

It's not just being polite, it's showing respect.

Looking at these seven people, at their dark blue team uniforms, at the badges on their chests featuring intertwined angels and dragons, they suddenly understood what the difference in skill truly meant.

Ling Feng stepped down from his seat in the Spirit Hall and entered the rest area. He walked up to Zhao Tiezhu and looked at him.

"Well played."

Zhao Tiezhu grinned. "Holy Son, you said you'd praise me after we won the final."

Ling Feng looked at him and suddenly smiled. "Then consider it an advance payment."

Zhao Tiezhu chuckled and scratched his head. The other six people laughed too.

Ling Feng turned and walked out of the rest area. Qian Renxue and Jin Chen followed behind him.

Chapter 116 Tang Ritian, who disregards martial ethics

Behind him, the voices of doubt disappeared, replaced by silence, respect, and awe.

From the moment he entered the rest area until he left, he didn't glance at anyone.

But his existence made everyone remember what a gap truly means.

His presence alone is proof.

Half a month later, at the Heavenly Battle Arena.

The last match.

Spirit Hall Academy versus Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

The stands were packed, with 100,000 people holding their breath in anticipation.

For the past two weeks, the Spirit Hall Academy has entered the finals with a perfect record, crushing their opponents in every match, with each match lasting no more than five minutes.

The names of the seven members of the Spirit Hall team were on everyone's lips in Tiandou City, and were discussed during their leisure time.

The Heavenly Dou Royal Academy also advanced to the finals with a perfect record.

Their team leader, Dongfang Yun, stood on the coach's bench, with the phantom of the Golden-Winged Roc appearing and disappearing behind him.

A level 74 Soul Saint, 52 years old, with 25 years of coaching experience, this is the first time he has led a team into the finals.

His team members stood on the arena, seven people in total, all of them Soul Masters, the highest being level 49.

There was no fear on their faces, only excitement.

"The final match begins!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Zhao Tiezhu moved.

Instead of launching a full-scale attack as usual, he led his troops to advance slowly.

Seven people, seven martial spirits, seven auras, merged into a torrent, crushing down on their opponents.

The members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy gritted their teeth and held on.

Their teamwork was equally seamless. The captain of the flying martial spirit spread his wings and soared into the sky. With a flap of his wings, countless golden feathers shot towards the Spirit Hall formation like sharp arrows.

Liu Ruyan stepped forward, compressing the Flame Sparrow into a fist-sized fireball in her palm. With a gentle push, the fireball flew out and collided with the golden feathers.

Boom! The golden feather was engulfed by flames and turned into sparks all over the sky.

Shen Han attacked from the side, activating his Ice Wolf Martial Soul. His icy energy condensed into an ice claw, and with a single swipe, he froze a member of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy in place.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei's vines sprouted from the ground and wrapped around the ankles of the other two people.

Han Qing emerged from the shadows, pressing a claw against the captain's nape.

Zhou Tai's lightning struck first, paralyzing the last two people.

three minutes.

Three more minutes passed.

A deafening cheer erupted from the stands. Zhao Tiezhu withdrew his fist and turned to look at the coaching bench.

Ling Feng stood there, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Zhao Tiezhu grinned and raised his fist. "Spirit Hall—Victory!"

In the stands, Emperor Xueye stood up and applauded.

Xue Qinghe followed behind him. At the same time, Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo, and Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School stood up and applauded.