Chapter 115: Three-Style Dragon Slaying Melody

  "Alright, I'll go and do it right away," one of them replied.

  "Wait a minute." Mu Xue Chang narrowed his eyes, with Sun Yan's figure reflected in his pupils. "Tell those freshmen that this concerns the reputation of Qianlong Academy. Don't use any tactics like a wheel war; charging forward all at once is the most correct method."

  "I understand." The man turned around and left the classroom with a swift step.

  Outside the window, the rain grew heavier and heavier, and the figure of the young man in the center of the square gradually became blurred. Only that clear voice still lingered in the empty square.

  "What kind of Dragon Gate Institute is this, with such little vigilance? If the Snow River War breaks out again, you students of the Dragon Gate Institute will definitely become cannon fodder one by one. What's the use of having martial arts talent? On the battlefield, things change in an instant, and at that time, even a pig can knock you dead."

  "How come nobody has come out yet? I know there are many people in the classroom, you guys can really hold it in!"

  "Anybody who doesn't come out is a grandson! All of you get out here for your big brother! Hey, grandsons..."

  On the square, Sun Yan's scolding became more and more fluent, with all kinds of curses pouring out one after another. Moreover, each curse was unique and didn't repeat itself. Listening to these extremely sarcastic insults, the students of Qianlong Institute in the school building turned red with rage, wishing they could rush out and slap this arrogant young man to death.

  In one of the classrooms, Zhou Zhehao also had a strange expression on his face. He thought to himself, "Is this really the way to attract girls' attention?" Sun Ge was indeed a charming rogue, and this time he scolded with great fanfare. I must remember all of it.

  At this time, dense footsteps came from afar, apparently many people, rushing towards Square No. 1.

  Sun Yan finally stopped drinking and scolding, gently clenched his fists, and cast his eyes towards the far end of the square in front.

  At the end of Square One, there is a narrow and long arched passageway, which is the road leading to Square Two.

  At this time, at midnight, heavy rain poured down, and the rainwater splashed up waves on the ground.

  At this time, there wouldn't be many people lingering outside, but at the end of Square No. 1, a figure appeared sprinting forward. These people wore Tei Fū school uniforms, with golden dragon patterns on their sleeves faintly visible.

  Throughout the entire Odin star domain, any young martial artist who can wear this school uniform will have a sense of superiority that comes naturally.

  Dì Fēng Academy, one of the few prestigious academies in the Odin Star Domain that can be counted on one's fingers. Being able to enter such a high-end academy is already an extremely honorable thing. And the elite department of Dì Fēng Academy is the place where countless martial arts geniuses yearn for.

  Being able to become a student of the Imperial Wind Academy's elite department represents a bright future for one's martial path.

  Now, people rushing from the other end of the archway are all freshmen of Qiantang Academy this year. Their faces are full of vigor and vitality.

  "What kind of bastard are you, daring to come to our Puliang Institute and cause trouble?"

  "What's with the new rookie in the ordinary department? Hmph, he really has a lot of nerve."

  "Seniors have ordered, beat this kid down, find the class he is in and throw him at the classroom door."

  "Is it necessary for so many of us to take action against a mere ordinary department's trash? Even if they were second-year students from the ordinary department, I still have confidence in emerging victorious."

  These people rushed over while shouting and mocking, as if they had already taken Sun Yan as a dish on the plate, and could knock him to the ground with just one move.

  Standing in the center of Square One, Sun Yan gazed at these people, his figure flashing on the spot, and the Town Dragon Pillar burst out. With both feet on the ground, the speed of the forward charge suddenly tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

  Clasping fists, arms bursting with energy, amidst the darkness and pouring rain, like golden threads weaving ceaselessly.

  Fist shadow flashed!

  A fist mark like a pillar, straight and straight, spraying out, buzzing and splashing rainwater open, that fist strength is like substance, **** to dozens of meters away, straight to the front of the archway.

  Tiger's fatal blow!

  Bang!

  At the exit of the cave, the power of [Tiger's Fatal Blow] exploded, and the air seemed to have been compressed to the point of explosion. The rumbling sound continued, and the shockwave spread out like bullets.

  One punch after another, Sun Yan swung his fists left and right, alternately unleashing this fourth-grade superior combat skill, consecutively striking 16 times, completely sealing off the entrance of the cave.

  One after another muffled explosion burst open, the entire archway's exit was as if it had been subjected to a hail of bullets, crackling and popping non-stop.

  This is the lethality of the Perfect Grade Tiger Destruction Death Blow, further infused with the True Intent of Revolutionary Gold, and combined with the Ultra Fierce Battle Technique and the Ultra Fierce Fist Intent. It's simply invincible, nothing can withstand it.

  However, these powerful shockwaves, although extremely lethal, cannot damage the buildings in the slightest. When the shockwave hits the building, it is cancelled out by an invisible force, leaving no trace.

  This is the scarred fabric of war, forming a solid defensive force.

  But those new students from Penglai Pavilion who rushed over from the archway were not so lucky, the wild aura came rushing forward, leaving these people completely defenseless.

  Boom! The air wave exploded, sending all these people flying, and a chorus of miserable cries filled the air.

  In the blink of an eye, the end of Square One was covered with wounded people lying all over the ground. Some were thrown high into the air and landed on top of the archway, hanging there unconscious. Others slid along the ground for hundreds of meters until they reached the edge of the square, where they finally came to a stop, crawling on the ground, unable to get up again.

  In just a few breaths' time, none of these new students from the prestigious Qianlong Institute could stand up again.

  Standing in front of the archway, looking at the crowd lying all over the ground, Sun Yan slightly shook his head and shouted loudly: "Is this the level of the elite students of Qianlong Academy? Or are you saying that these school uniforms are all borrowed, and you're just sneaking into our academy to freeload?"

  As soon as this remark spread, the onlookers in the surrounding school buildings changed color. In one of the classrooms, Mu's face sank and he pushed open the window, flying down from the seventh floor.

  In the midst of a sudden and dense rain, only one person was seen with a floating figure, as if sliding in mid-air, drawing out a beautiful arc, landing at one end of the square.

  He landed on both feet, his body seemingly weightless, without stirring up even a ripple in the water.

  "First-year kid, have you had enough? This is the Submerged Dragon Institute, not a place for you to run wild. Know your place and get out of here quickly!" Mu Xue said in a cold voice.

  In the heavy rain, a strange aura surrounded Mu Xu's slender figure. He shook his palms and the rainwater around him changed its trajectory, rotating along his body to form a transparent water curtain.

  Turning around to face the newcomer, Sun Yan narrowed his eyes and said, "This battle technique is quite interesting. I suppose this senior must be an outstanding elite student from Qianlong Institute?"

  "Kid, you're not qualified to know my name." Mu Xue raised his hands and said indifferently: "I'll give you 10 seconds to get out of here immediately. Otherwise, the consequences will be yours to bear. The academy won't excessively punish me for getting rid of a piece of trash like you, at most they'll just deduct 300 credits."

  As Mu Xue raised his hands, the surrounding rainwater gathered and formed a swirling tornado in front of him.

  Tornado!

  "Huh? Getting rid of trash only requires deducting a few credits?" Sun Yan's eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly: "Then I can rest assured, no need to show mercy."

  "You're looking for death!" Mu's eyes flashed with cold light, his hands clapped together, and the water dragon in front of him let out a loud whistle as it shot out, like a dragon opening its mouth to bite down on Sun Yan.

  Azure Dragon's Roar Shatters!

  The top five martial arts techniques 【Emerald Water Dragon Chant Break】, in Mu Xue's hands, showed its power, demonstrating the strength of a sixth-level warrior.

  The entire No. 1 Square's rainwater poured down, converging towards that tornado-like waterspout, which grew larger and larger, until it reached Sun Yan's face, astonishingly stretching over 20 meters long, with an awe-inspiring momentum.

  His shoulders slightly sank, Sun Yan's fists were slightly raised, his body didn't move a single thread, not dodging or yielding, as if he wanted to forcibly take this strike of "Azure Water Dragon's Humming Break".

  At this scene, Duzhu, who was far away, was shocked and shouted: "New student, quickly dodge, this is a fifth-grade upper-level battle skill!"

  Knowing that Sun Yan, a third-level warrior, had actually grasped the true meaning of a certain martial art, Du's assistant teacher's mind had undergone a huge change. Such a young genius must have been mistakenly admitted to the ordinary department for some reason, and has been unknown all along. If this situation is reported to the higher-ups in the institute, he will definitely receive special training, and the academy will have another top martial arts genius.

  Such an excellent talent, of course, cannot afford to make mistakes.

  At the same time, in a classroom within the school building, Zhou Zhihao also saw this scene and his face changed as he hastily shouted: "Not good! With the heavy rain pouring down, the power of 【Bì Shuǐ Lóng Yīn Pò】 is even greater, we can't take it head-on!"

  In mid-air, a loud roar suddenly echoed, and a 20-meter-long water dragon appeared, with eyes, claws, horns, and teeth all intact, vividly lifelike, rapidly flying over.

  "Hmm..."

  Sun Yan let out a long breath, the yuan force on his palm flickered and changed suddenly, a crimson aura enveloped his hands, then gently patted towards the swirling water dragon.

  Those palms, gently and flatly pushed forward, as if the lake water slightly rippled, filled with a kind of gentle meaning.

  Mmm!

  The water dragon coiled and arrived, colliding with those white hands, instantly shaking violently, the entire water dragon struggling and rolling over, as if it had encountered its natural nemesis.

  Immediately, wisps of light smoke rose up, and this giant waterspout continued to shrink until it completely disappeared.

  Mu Xuechang's face turned pale with fright and he exclaimed: "This is impossible!"

  Before he could react, Sun Yan on the opposite side raised his right hand and slapped out another palm. Light as a feather, it seemed to have no force at all, but a warm gust of wind pushed forward, dissolving the water curtain that surrounded Mu Xuechang.

  Right behind, Sun Yan's eyes burst out with a burst of energy, his left hand transformed into a fist, and a faint golden fist mark was smashed out.

  The wild fist of [Tiger's Fatal Blow] came rushing, Mu Xuechang dodged and weaved but couldn't avoid it, instinctively raising his palm to meet the punch.

  Bang!

  A terrible shockwave spread out, the fist struck the palm of the hand, like an iron hammer smashing heavily on a drumhead, the rainwater in the sky splashed open, and the invisible ripples extended all the way to the surrounding school buildings of the square, before slowly disappearing.

  A loud scream rang out, Mu Xue's arms fell limply to his sides, the skin on his palms torn and bleeding, revealing white bone beneath. His tall, lean body flew backward like a cannonball, shooting over a hundred meters before slamming into the wall of a school building and sliding rapidly down. He then lay on the ground like a dead dog, blood flowing from all seven orifices in his head, severely injured and unconscious.