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

Zhao Tiezhu chuckled: "Then stop just tickling me, find another spot to hit me."

"Target the vulnerable areas: neck, eyes, joints."

Han Qing's eyes lit up: "Aren't you teaching me how to hit you?"

Zhao Tiezhu scratched his head: "Anyway, you can't beat me, so what's the harm in teaching you?"

Han Qing: "..."

Ling Feng stood on the high platform beside the training ground, his hands behind his back, watching the intense training in the arena, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Qian Renxue stood beside him and said softly, "Aren't you going down and give me some pointers?"

Ling Feng shook his head: "I've said everything I needed to say. The rest is up to them."

Qian Renxue looked at him and suddenly smiled: "You are more like a saint than I imagined."

Ling Feng turned his head and looked at her: "What do you mean?"

Qian Renxue didn't answer, she just smiled and turned to leave.

Ling Feng watched her retreating figure and shook his head inexplicably.

Jin Chen leaned closer and whispered, "Boss, is Sister Xue'er praising you?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment and said, "Probably."

Jin Chen scratched his head: "When will I be able to get praised too?"

Ling Feng glanced at him: "We'll talk when you can smash a wooden stake with one punch like Zhao Tiezhu."

Jin Chen: "..."

The training lasted all day, and the training ground gradually quieted down as the sun set.

Zhao Tiezhu was covered in sweat and sat on the ground panting heavily, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

The flame in front of Liu Ruyan had been compressed to the size of a human head, and its temperature was more than twice as high as before.

Shen Han sat cross-legged in the corner, his body exuding a restrained chill, like a lurking ice wolf, quiet yet dangerous.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei sat back to back. Although they were too tired to speak, their breathing was almost perfectly synchronized.

Han Qing squatted by the edge of the training ground, drawing something on the ground with his finger while muttering to himself.

Zhou Tai leaned against a pillar, holding a cloth in his hand, carefully wiping his things.

Standing on the high platform, looking at these "students" who were more than ten years older than him, Ling Feng suddenly felt that they could go very far in the next two months.

He turned and walked off the stage.

Halfway there, I suddenly stopped.

"Starting tomorrow, we'll have extra practice on team coordination."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard him: "The competition isn't a one-on-one battle, it's a team battle. The seven of you need to become one."

The seven people answered in unison, "Yes!"

Ling Feng nodded and strode away.

Behind him, the booming sound of soul skills exploding echoed once again in the training ground.

Two months—not a long time, not a short time. But for these ten people, these two months will be the most unforgettable period of their lives.

Because standing behind them was the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, a twelve-year-old Soul Emperor, and an absolute powerhouse among the future Title Douluo.

And they want to make him proud.

This requires more than just an increase in soul power; it tests one's character even more.

Everyone knew that if they gained the favor of the Holy Son, they would have no trouble securing a foothold in the upper echelons of the Spirit Hall and making a living.

Two months have passed quickly, and today is the day to test their results.

Early morning, the atmosphere at the Spirit Hall Academy's training ground was completely different from two months ago.

The seven figures stood side by side, not in a row, but in a formation.

Zhao Tiezhu stood at the forefront, like a shield.

Shen Han and Liu Ruyan stood on the left and right, one representing ice and the other fire, their coldness and heat waves intertwining yet not clashing.

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Sun Fang and Sun Fei stood in the back row, the tendrils of the twin wisteria vines already quietly spreading beneath their feet, blending into the entire formation.

Han Qing's figure appeared and disappeared, moving like a shadow along the edge of the formation.

Zhou Tai stood at the very back, his Thunder Leopard Martial Soul poised to unleash its power, crackling with electricity around him.

They are no longer the best seven individuals, but the best as a whole.

two months.

For more than sixty days and nights, from dawn to dusk, from working alone to teamwork.

Zhao Tiezhu's speed is no longer the slowest, Liu Ruyan's Flame Sparrow can now be compressed to the size of a fist, and Shen Han's Ice Wolf has learned to hunt like a real wolf.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei's breathing rates were perfectly synchronized, and Han Qing had found the key to attacking and defending Soul Masters.

With the help of the Spirit Hall, Zhou Tai also obtained a ten-thousand-year spirit ring and broke through to the Spirit King realm.

Zhao Tiezhu took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked.

His eyes were fixed on the front, not out of tension, but out of excitement.

In the past two months, they have fought against all the sparring teams of the Spirit Hall Academy, from four-on-four to seven-on-seven, and have never lost.

But today, they are facing the true genius of the Spirit Hall.

Footsteps came from the entrance of the training ground.

It wasn't just one person, it was three people.

Ling Feng walked at the front, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

He wasn't wearing the Holy Son's fine robes, but only an ordinary black training uniform, with a small dragon-patterned staff twirling between his fingertips.

Qian Renxue walked to his left, dressed in white, her appearance still disguised, but her eyes were brighter than they had been two months ago.

Jin Chen walked to his right. The twelve-year-old boy had grown quite a bit taller, with a chubby face, and grinned as soon as he entered the door.

The seven people's breathing stopped simultaneously.

For the past two months, they had imagined countless times what it would be like to fight the Holy Son.

But when Ling Feng actually stood in front of them, the invisible pressure was more real than they had imagined.

Zhao Tiezhu stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Your Majesty, I dare to ask for your guidance."

Ling Feng looked at him, then at the other six people.

There was tension, anticipation, and excitement in everyone's eyes, but no fear.

The two months of training were worthwhile.

"Begin," Ling Feng said calmly.

Zhao Tiezhu made a move.

He didn't rush forward recklessly like he had two months ago. Instead, he took a step forward, and the phantom of the Iron-Spine Wolf appeared behind him.

His speed is much faster than it was two months ago; the training he received from the Ghostly Senior has yielded remarkable results.

But his target wasn't Ling Feng, but Jin Chen.

The seven-person formation unfolded simultaneously, and Shen Han's chilling aura transformed into an ice wall, standing between Ling Feng and Zhao Tiezhu.

Liu Ruyan's Flame Sparrow compressed into a fist-sized ball and shot towards Qian Renxue.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei's vines sprouted from the ground and wrapped around Jin Chen's legs.

Han Qing's figure disappeared from the spot, and he swept towards Qian Renxue from the side.

Zhou Tai's lightning struck first, hitting Jin Chen squarely in the face.

In the blink of an eye, the seven people's attack formed a large net, enveloping Qian Renxue and Jin Chen.

Ling Feng, however, was separated from Shen Han by his ice wall on the other side.

Jin Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had seen these seven people train over the past two months, but only when he actually faced them did he understand the pressure they faced.

Zhao Tiezhu's fist carried the weight of a mountain, Zhou Tai's lightning was so fast that no one could react in time, and Sun Fang and Sun Fei's vines had already wrapped around his ankles.

He instinctively wanted to release his martial spirit, but Qian Renxue pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't move," Qian Renxue said softly.

Jin Chen was stunned.

Qian Renxue stepped forward, her martial spirit activating.

Eight pure white wings unfurled behind her; it was not a disguise, but the true eight-winged angel.

Golden light burst forth from her, like the sun descending.

Zhao Tiezhu's fist stopped in mid-air, not because he didn't want to hit, but because he couldn't bring himself to do it.

The golden light was so real that it enveloped his entire body, making it impossible for him to even move a finger.

Liu Ruyan's Flame Sparrow vanished silently in the golden light.

Han Qing's figure appeared from the side, forced back by the golden light.

Zhou Tai's lightning dissipated in the golden light, like a clay ox sinking into the sea. Sun Fang and Sun Fei's vines retreated underground, trembling.

Only Shen Han's ice wall is still struggling to hold on.

It wasn't because his ice wall was so strong, but because there was someone behind the ice wall.

The ice wall shattered with a crash, not because Shen Han withdrew his soul power, but because it was shattered from behind by an external force.

Ling Feng stood behind the shattered ice wall, without moving an inch.