Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

On the towering viewing platform, old man Zhixing and Ku Rong sat quietly, their eyes fixed on Chen Xiaojun and Xue Shiming below.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air. Zhixing's brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed surprise and confusion. Old man Ku Rong had a solemn expression, and was deeply shocked by Chen Xiaojun's performance.

The entire venue was shrouded in an invisible pressure, and the eyes of the two were like two sharp swords, piercing people's hearts.

After a long silence, Zhixing finally broke the silence. He spoke with difficulty: "The Sixth Prince...he...actually lost."

Xue Shiming was the leading figure in their Tiandou Academy, yet they were swept away by one person even when he was in charge, setting a "shameful" record for their academy in the past hundreds of years.

To be honest, Zhixing was also to blame, not only because he led the team, but also because he was involved in Chen Xiaojun's downfall.

Old Man Ku Rong took a sip of tea and smiled faintly: "I said before, fighting cannot only depend on soul power, but also talent and will."

"He has kept his second thousand-year soul skill hidden and unused until he finally uses it, a single strike will kill!"

Their views are also in line with the philosophy of each other's colleges. Tiandou College is somewhat inclined to the "soul power theory" or "combat power theory", while Chang'an College is a supporter of the "non-soul power theory" and pursues all-round "quality" education.

Elder Ku Rong sighed softly: "However, I never expected that this little fellow from the Chen family would be so amazing."

Zhixing nodded awkwardly, acknowledging his recognition and admiration for Chen Xiaojun: "He is an unparalleled genius."

Elder Ku Rong was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "I am just a Soul Douluo, my vision is shallow, I cannot say for sure whether he is a peerless figure."

"But there is one thing I am sure of. If he hadn't died young, then becoming a Super Douluo would have been almost certain. It's even possible for him to become a Level 98 Supreme Douluo."

Zhixing did not refute. Then, the two looked at each other and a speechless atmosphere emerged.

Zhixing spoke first: "Such a genius should enter the strongest school in our empire - Tiandou Academy for further study."

However, the old man Ku Rong smiled lightly, with a playful arc on the corner of his mouth: "Old Ghost Zhi, don't forget, he is from Fasno."

"This time he represented our Chang'an College and has already swept your middle school department."

Zhixing was not angry when he heard this, but responded with a smile: "Good sweep! This way, he has established prestige among us students."

Old Man Ku Rong glanced at him and said thoughtfully, "You are so good, Lao Liu. You can even make black turn white. No wonder poaching is your specialty."

Zhixing was not to be outdone, "Old ghost Kurong, there is no room for discussion on this matter."

Old Man Ku Rong laughed loudly, and his laughter was full of ridicule towards Zhi Xing. He said, "Old Ghost Zhi, you think too much. How can we easily arrange for the super genius of the Chen family?"

Zhixing was choked and speechless, and didn't want to talk about this with the old man.

Zhixing took a deep breath, looked firmly at the old man Ku Rong opposite him, and said in a steady and powerful voice: "Old man Ku Rong, for this high school competition, let's conduct a team battle as agreed before."

Old man Ku Rong smiled slightly, and there seemed to be some teasing in that smile: "Oh? It seems that you understand the strength of your team and know that it is difficult to compete with us alone, so you decided to play a team battle instead."

Zhixing was not shaken by the words of old man Ku Rong. He responded calmly: "Old man Ku Rong, your school team is very strong and is known as the golden generation. We don't have many people here, so it is indeed difficult for the second team to gain an advantage in a single duel. But in a team battle, there may still be a chance."

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Chen Xiaojun slowly walked back to the majestic viewing platform. Every step he took seemed to be in the rhythm of time, attracting everyone's attention.

On the viewing platform, everyone bowed in unison upon seeing him coming. Their voices intertwined in the air, forming a harmonious resonance: "Greetings, Master Wushuang!"

Chen Xiaojun's footsteps paused slightly when he heard the voice, and then the corners of his mouth raised slightly, a smile that was both surprised and a little amused.

He knew that his exposed strength had caused quite a stir, but this sudden praise still caught him off guard.

The corners of Chen Xiaojun's mouth rose slightly and he let out a clear laugh, like the warm sunshine in spring.

He waved his hand, a hint of cynicism in his eyes: "Actually, I prefer you to call me Da Siming. The name Wushuang Gongzi sounds too ostentatious. I don't want to attract unnecessary trouble by being too ostentatious. I'm afraid of being beaten."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuneng immediately burst into laughter. His laughter echoed in the air like a loud bell. He patted his chest, exuding pride and pride, and shouted heroically: "Let's see who dares? Congratulations, young master, you really swept the entire middle school this time, no one can beat you!"

Gao Cuilan and her best friend also nodded quickly, with stars in their eyes, which was really adorable.

Xixi smiled sweetly and walked forward. She gently tapped Chen Xiaojun's shoulder, as if they were playing with each other as old friends.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation: "I knew you could do it, and you didn't let me down. We have to celebrate tonight, and you will be the one to cook a sumptuous dinner!"

"..."

After being hit by Xixi's hammer, Chen Xiaojun felt a force coming. He took a step back and his face changed slightly.

He quickly covered his chest, trying to hide his discomfort.

Seeing this, Xixi immediately put away her smile and asked with concern: "Xiaojun, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Chen Xiaojun shook his head gently, trying to keep a calm tone: "Ahem... It's nothing, just some minor injuries."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging energy in his body.

At this time, Xiaoyi had quietly come behind him. She stretched out her slender fingers and gently pressed her palms on Chen Xiaojun's back.

A warm and gentle life force flowed out from her palm and poured into Chen Xiaojun's body like a trickle.

As Xiaoyi's life force continued to flow in, Chen Xiaojun felt a sense of comfort and peace in his heart.

The muscles that were originally tense due to the fierce battle began to gradually relax under the soothing of this gentle force.

The battle injuries and slightly irritated internal organs gradually healed, and the dry meridians began to fill up visibly.

He closed his eyes, feeling the flow of this power, as if he could hear the sound of blood flowing in his meridians.

He could clearly feel that every bit of fatigue and pain was slowly fading away, being replaced by a warm power.

Everything around him seemed to be still, only Xiaoyi's life force was flowing slowly in his body, like a soft piece of music, washing away his fatigue after the battle.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on them, adding a touch of beauty to this quiet moment.

Xixi and Zhu Wuneng also stood quietly by. They watched Xiaoyi treat Chen Xiaojun with complex expressions of worry and relief on their faces.

They knew that with Xiaoyi around, Chen Xiaojun would definitely recover soon.

A few minutes later, Chen Xiaojun slowly opened his eyes, and his face slightly regained its former rosy and radiant look.

He turned and looked at Xiaoyi, his eyes shining with tenderness: "Xiaoyi, it's great to have you here."

Xiaoyi shook her head gently, with a faint smile on her face, gentle and warm: "I'm glad you're okay."

Zhu Wuneng: "Master, the fate of a single dog is also fate o(╥﹏╥)o"