Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

"You are... Qiu'er, the Golden Dragon Queen?"

Wang Qiu'er shook her head, then nodded, her eyes glancing back unintentionally before suddenly narrowing.

Six large, red-hot holes appeared on the heavy metal targets neatly arranged behind her body.

"I possess the Sun Martial Soul." Xu Tianzhen noticed her question and, without any hesitation, grabbed Wang Qiu'er's hand.

"According to the heavens, the Golden Dragon Martial Soul was born from the Dragon God bathed in the radiance of the sun. All solar-type Martial Souls can only amplify power in one direction. Could you let me try it?"

"No."

Ignoring Xu Tianzhen's blinking eyes, Wang Qiu'er quickly took a few steps back and slammed the door shut.

Who are these people? Are all the people here like this?

Walking down the corridor, Wang Qiu'er kept trying to call upon the Golden Dragon Spear with the Golden Dragon bloodline within her body, but the Golden Dragon Spear, which used to be as easy to control as an extension of her own arm, seemed to have run away from home today, disappearing without a trace.

She tossed her long, wavy, light blue hair with a terrible headache, and out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of a bizarre scene.

At the end of the corridor, a thin young man was sitting in a chair, tapping and hammering with a metal hammer in one hand.

Seemingly finding the process too inefficient, he casually tossed the hammer aside and expertly slipped his hand inside his robe.

A moment later, he held a porcelain-white bone in his hand, smashed it with force, and the object in his hand broke open.

Wang Qiu'er's eyes widened, and she subconsciously took a step back.

Just now, she clearly heard a very distinct "crack" sound of bone breaking.

The young man nodded in satisfaction, then reinserted the bone, which was remarkably similar to a human thigh bone, into his white robe, twisted it to make sure it was secure.

Wang Qiu'er: "..."

She heard another click.

Wang Xiaolei looked up, saw her, and gave her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, it's a habit."

Wang Qiu'er silently turned around and left the corridor.

This is truly an eye-opening experience.

……

That evening, Wang Qiu'er returned to her room, exhausted but fully dressed, and lay down on the bed.

Even with her physique possessing the ultimate power of her martial spirit, she was still this exhausted, which shows how much she had been through that day.

First, they spent half a day arguing about the food for the two Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bears. Then, they almost got slapped in the face by Xu Tianzhen's six consecutive Sun God's Light attacks. Next, they saw Wang Xiaolei take his bones apart, crack nuts, and put them back together. After that, they spent half a day training the bears for Tang Ya. Finally, they were dragged shopping.

In the end, she still did not find her Golden Dragon Spear.

Wang Qiu'er lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

but--

A smile appeared on Wang Qiu'er's face that she herself was unaware of.

Here, she felt a long-lost sense of ease.

She turned over and wrapped herself tightly in the soft blanket.

A faint, refreshing scent wafted over, but before she could discern its source, her eyelids grew heavy.

"Golden hair..."

In the vast room, only this murmur from a dream remained.

At this moment, in a laboratory belonging to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Guidance Research Institute not far from the Mingyue Hotel.

A clear dragon roar echoed leisurely, and the dragon-shaped phantom, shimmering with a seven-colored halo, slowly converged around Kong Tianxu's body, while the dragon scales of the same color faded away.

Behind Kong Tianxu, a sacred dragon of purple and gold stood silently, its eyes closed. It looked much the same as before, but it exuded a faintly different ancient majesty.

In his hands, the Golden Dragon Spear and the Blade of Judgment of Life, which were joined together, seemed to be burning. In the distorted light and shadow, it was as if something was about to break out of its shell.

Kong Tianxu released his grip, and a drop of crimson slowly seeped out from where the Golden Dragon Spear and the Gold of Life met.

The purple-gold rune between his eyebrows flickered.

"I see."

……

The preliminary stage of the All-Continent Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition quietly passed, and the ferocity of the third round of elimination matches exceeded everyone's expectations.

In order to secure a place in the round-robin tournament, both teams fought fiercely in many matches. After one round, five players were killed and more than twenty were seriously injured.

The Sun Moon Empire's official stance was also quite troubled by this, and they had no choice but to issue a statement promising that in the upcoming matches, the referees would be allowed to control the pace of the game as much as possible to reduce casualties.

The Holy Spirit Church naturally qualified with a perfect score.

Although Shrek lost this round, they advanced smoothly based on the foundation laid in the first two rounds and their advantage in points.

However, their ranking is relatively low, and they will have to field their reserve team in the later matches.

Fortunately, their draw results were good.

But it's not very good either.

Facing the slightly chilly morning air of Mingdu, even under the morning sun, Huo Yuhao walked out of the Mingyue Hotel with a comfortable feeling.

This is indeed the most comfortable season in Mingdu. The weather is exceptionally good today, with a clear sky and gentle breeze. Walking on the streets of Mingdu, which are filled with the atmosphere of soul-guided technology, is very pleasant.

But even as the first match was about to begin, he still felt as if he had no warmth at all.

He touched his nose as he watched his companions give him strange looks.

"It's just the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy. Even if it's the reserve team, we won't lose, okay? Then Dong'er will be able to play. Let's watch the match. Today's first match is against the Holy Spirit Cult."

Clearly, the result of his personal draw this time was that Shrek Academy would face off against the previous champion team, Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, in the round-robin stage.

Chapter 291 Debt Collection, Two Claws, Wu Qian

Even though the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy will not have the absolute dominance it had in the previous competition without Kong Tianxu's presence, the strength of the brother and sister Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen is still enough to make any opponent wary.

Don't forget that in the last tournament, Shrek Academy, despite having a numerical advantage, still only managed a pyrrhic victory.

That utterly disgraceful final team battle left an indelible and painful memory for both He Caitou and Xu Sanshi.

This is clearly not good news for the Shrek team, whose current starting lineup is entirely composed of injured and fatigued players.

Perhaps the only saving grace is that they won't run into the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy in the first round.

There were no other particularly formidable opponents in the group they were drawn into, which gave Shrek a little breathing room.

Looking at the significantly sparser waiting area, Huo Yuhao's eyes were filled with a chilling light.

To achieve victory, this competition cannot simply be about determining a winner and a loser.

The chaos subsided. Thirty-two teams entered the arena in a sparse fashion, and the All-Continent Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament finally entered the round-robin stage.

In the round-robin stage, real clashes between the strongest teams will begin to emerge.

As part of the main tournament, the round-robin format is significantly less straightforward than the previous knockout stage. All 32 teams that have advanced to the round-robin stage will be divided into four groups of eight teams each, playing a single round-robin format.

In other words, each team will play one match against each of the other seven teams in the same group.

Every day, two teams will each play four matches. The next day, two other teams will play four matches each in the morning and afternoon.

The entire round-robin tournament will last approximately fourteen days. The top two teams from each group will advance to the final stage.

In the final stage, the competition will go through three rounds: quarterfinals, semifinals, and the final, to determine the ultimate champion.

Today's first match of the first round of the tournament will be a contest between the championship favorite, the Holy Spirit Cult, and a sect called the Proud Sword Sect.

Early in the morning, a large number of people had already gathered in the suburbs where the competition venue was located, eagerly awaiting the start of today's exciting competition.

As expected, Kong Tianxu appeared in the highly recognizable ranks of the Holy Spirit Church.

However, it seems that Kong Tianxu now has another... little follower?

The person was also shrouded in a white robe, but his excellent figure was still discernible.

As she swayed, a strand of light blue hair cascaded out from the edge of her hood, shimmering softly in the morning light.

"Qiu'er...?"

Huo Yuhao, who was discussing something with the Tang Clan members, suddenly froze.

Isn't that Wang Qiu'er standing in the center of the Holy Spirit Cult's line?

After several days of being a headless fly, searching and running around aimlessly, Wang Qiu'er finally caught up with Kong Tianxu by deliberately waiting on the team's route before the Holy Spirit Cult competition began. She then rightfully became his creditor.

Where is my Golden Dragon Spear?

Seeing that the guy in front of her was pretending not to see her, Wang Qiu'er nudged Kong Tianxu in the lower back.

Kong Tianxu rolled his eyes. He never expected that Wang Qiu'er would stay on Air One for so many days without leaving.

It seemed that this freakish concentration camp of the Holy Spirit Cult had given her a sense of belonging. This old lady and the little spirit beast were having so much fun that it dampened his enthusiasm for watching a certain famous person's competition today.

"What dragon spear?"

"Golden Dragon Spear!"

"What kind of gun is this?"

"The Golden Dragon Spear!"

"Gold what?"

"Golden Dragon Spear!"

Humans are indeed just humans; without the tempering of time, they are so naive, actually trying to pretend they can't hear well and get away with it. Do they think I don't know they have a physical martial soul?

Wang Qiu'er gritted her teeth and repeated it again, her hand movements now turning into hammering her small fist, even using a bit of extreme force.

But when it hit Kong Tianxu, it was like hitting cotton, making no sound at all, only a slight popping sound as the air was compressed.

This scene made the Holy Spirit Cult members' eyelids twitch uncontrollably; perhaps only these two humanoid dragons, whose physical abilities were abnormally powerful, would dare to do something like this.

"Oh," Kong Tianxu seemed to finally react, "Are you talking about that spear that's three meters and six inches long, entirely golden, and has slits at both ends like a piece of wood?"

"Yeah, that thing was so conspicuous, you must have seen it back then, right? Give it to me now."