"Buzz..."
Another burst of black light flashed—the soul power from this one was even stronger than the first ring!
"Uh… is that a twenty-thousand-year soul ring?"
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in disbelief. How the hell did this kid pull that off?
He was completely dumbfounded.
Even Dai Mubai was stunned. He had thought this guy had a trash martial spirit, but sohow he'd cultivated to this level at such a young age?
There was definitely sothing fishy going on here...
He hadn't expected Zhang Fan's soul rings to have such high age limits.
He was utterly shocked.
"Woooow… so powerful!"
Ning Rongrong was stunned. It was the first ti she'd seen soone with such high-year soul rings so early on—it left her completely speechless.
"He's so cool!"
Zhu Zhuqing's heart started racing. Not only was Zhang Fan ridiculously handso, but he was also unbelievably strong—absolutely perfect.
There was really soone out there who could be both hot and overpowered?
She was low-key blushing just watching him.
"Buzz..."
But the shock wasn't over yet. Another black soul ring appeared, this one radiating even stronger soul energy.
"Thirty thousand years?!" Dai Mubai gasped.
"What the hell!" Tang San couldn't believe his eyes.
"Haha!" Xiao Wu was also surprised—after all, even she didn't know the full extent of her master's power.
"First soul skill: Flashing Thunder Sword Style!"
Zhang Fan gripped the Heaven-Rotted Sword tightly and slashed down. Purple lightning surged, and the sword ca down faster than sound—its shadow flashing like a bolt of lightning, too fast for the eye to catch.
"Xiao Wu, move!"
Zhang Fan shouted. Xiao Wu imdiately curled her body and flipped to the side, dodging swiftly.
"Zzzzzaap—!"
A crackling bolt of purple lightning shot right past Zhao Wuji, who had just raised his fist, preparing to strike.
"Zzzzzt—!"
The next mont, Zhao Wuji stood frozen as his body erupted in a burst of purple electricity.
The lightning was blinding.
It lit up the entire courtyard.
"So fast!" Dai Mubai was dumbstruck. That sword strike—he hadn't even reacted before it had already passed through Zhao Wuji.
"Uh..." Everyone else was just as shocked.
As the purple lightning faded, they saw Zhao Wuji standing there, completely charred like a burnt piece of toast. His hair stood on end, smoke was rising from his body.
Even his mouth, nose, and ears were puffing smoke.
"Uh… that sword strike was insane!" Xiao Wu landed lightly, taking in a sharp breath.
"Wow… did we win?" Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly at Zhang Fan, then turned to ask the others.
"What the hell..."
Tang San couldn't believe it. Was that even the sa Heaven-Rotted Sword? Just now, he'd felt like that thing was sharper than anything he'd ever seen.
"Teacher, are you okay?"
Oscar quickly ran up to the twitching Zhao Wuji on the ground, holding out one large sausage and one small sausage.
"I… I'm fine! Of course I'm fine!"
Zhao Wuji groaned. This ti, he'd really lost face—defeated by a little freak.
He felt like his dignity had been grilled alive.
He looked at his pitch-black body and fell silent.
But then he thought back to that one sword strike…
It was terrifying. It felt like it just vanished into thin air—and then zap, he was fried before he could react.
Fortunately, his defense was solid.
And Zhang Fan hadn't struck with killing intent—otherwise, he would've been seriously injured.
Everyone was in total awe after witnessing that sword.
Even Tang Hao hadn't expected a "trash martial spirit" to be capable of such a powerful technique.
The speed alone had him speechless.
"Ding! Dialogue modification mission triggered!"
[Tang Hao: I must abuse Zhang Fan tonight.]Two words can be modified.
Zhang Fan blinked.
"Tch, Tang Hao can't stand seeing shine? What a hater."
He waved his hand.
And replaced "abuse" with "pay tribute."
He smirked devilishly.
After all, last ti Tang Hao beat the hell out of Tang San—now it was ti for Tang Hao to pay tribute to him.
Being slapped by a Title Douluo even once is still an achievent.
"Ding! Dialogue modified successfully. Plot slightly deranged. Reward: 80 modification points."
Tang Hao was now deep in thought:"Tonight, I must pay tribute to Zhang Fan."
Then, possessed by so mysterious urge, he soared into the sky to go shopping.
anwhile, Zhang Fan strolled over with his three lovely ladies to stand before the sausage-chomping Zhao Wuji.
"Teacher Zhao, we won. Does that an we passed the test?"
Zhang Fan stood calmly, hands behind his back, his tone serene.
"You passed..." Zhao Wuji replied helplessly.
"What the hell happened just now?"
Flender suddenly flew over from his study, having sensed a terrifying sword aura.
"Uh... Old Zhao, why are you so black? Did you bathe in ink? Why do you sll like BBQ?"
Flender stared at Zhao Wuji in confusion.
"Cough, cough..."
Zhao Wuji looked extrely awkward. "Nothing… just need half a day to recover..."
"Don't tell you lost to one of the new students?"
Flender had heard a bunch of little monsters were coming today. He'd planned to check them out, but he'd arrived just a bit too late to witness that sword aura explosion.
"Our super handso Zhang Fan sliced Teacher Zhao like a rotisserie chicken with one sword!"
Xiao Wu chid in enthusiastically, eyes sparkling with admiration.
"So you're Zhang Fan? Twelve years old, level 38? Martial spirit: Heaven-Rotted Sword? But from the thunder just now, it seems like your sword has lightning attributes?"
Flender looked at the tattered sword in Zhang Fan's hand. Despite how broken it looked, it had taken down a level 76 Soul Saint.
Granted, there was so luck involved.
Zhao Wuji had been careless.
Zhang Fan had struck out of nowhere.
Still, all those factors combined—this kid actually beat him.
"Didn't think this would happen. You really screwed up this ti!" Flender grinned.
What luck this year!
Oscar helped Zhao Wuji off the field.
"Alright, Dai Mubai, take them to their dorms!" Flender instructed.
"Right away!"
Dai Mubai carefully walked over to Zhang Fan.
"Boss Zhang, I was blind earlier. Please accept my apology!"
"Ding! Dialogue modification mission triggered!"
[Dai Mubai bows respectfully and apologizes to you.]Two words can be modified.
Zhang Fan's lips curled into a smile. With a thought, he changed "bows" to "kneels."
"Ding! Dialogue modified successfully. Plot slightly deranged. Reward: 30 modification points."
Dai Mubai dropped to his knees and apologized.
"Uh…" Everyone was stunned. Why did Dai Mubai suddenly kneel?
Even Flender was confused.
"Why are you kneeling, Dai Mubai? Did Zhang Fan's aura overpower your soul?"
"I... I don't know! My legs just gave out like I caught a brain glitch!" Dai Mubai knelt awkwardly in front of Zhang Fan, totally lost.
"..."
No one else knew what to say.
"Guess my aura's just that overwhelming." Zhang Fan said with a smirk.
"Must've been that sword—scared the strength right out of his legs!" Xiao Wu nodded.
"Xiao Wu makes a good point!" Ning Rongrong chid in, enthusiastically hyping Zhang Fan.
"That sword strike was too cool!" Zhu Zhuqing added. She wasn't usually one to complint people, but this ti she couldn't help it.
With Dai Mubai leading, the group made their way to the dorms.
Zhang Fan got his own private room. The others had to squeeze into a shared one.
Back in his room, Zhang Fan reflected on the spoils of the past five years.
Three soul rings over ten thousand years.
Three powerful soul skills.
And the ability to modify dialogue and exchange plot points for treasures.
(End of Chapter)
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