Flames extinguished, light dissipated.
An Zhen embraced a beautiful, delicate body, supporting the unsteady Wu Feng.
One strike decided the victor.
It wasn't that Wu Feng's strength was so weak that she would be defeated by An Zhen in one encounter; rather, she chose to use her strongest strike from the start to decide the outcome in a single move. In this situation, if she lost, she would not only suffer the backlash of her own attack but also be injured by the opponent's power.
Either win, or both suffer, or be severely wounded.
"Liar."
With her hands on An Zhen's shoulders and her small head resting against his chest, the girl's voice was a bit slurred due to the fresh blood in her mouth. She said fiercely, "Isn't your Spirit the World?"
This was clearly a true Dragon whose Spirit quality was even above hers.
Wu Feng felt she had been deceived.
"I never said my Spirit was the Light Holy Dragon."
How can you assume my gender?
He took off his jacket and draped it over a reluctant Wu Feng.
"Liar, I don't want it."
Her two arms pushed against An Zhen's chest, but she could barely lift her arms, let alone exert any strength.
"I didn't lie to you, be good, listen, I'll explain later."
The young man's voice seemed to possess a magical power. No, it should be said that under the blessing of the light power, his already irresistible affinity was further enhanced.
No creature could resist the World's closeness.
At such a close distance, the male aura, belonging to the same species (Dragon), disturbed the Red Dragon Girl's perception.
Wu Feng lowered her head without speaking, allowing him to drape the jacket over her and support her.
"Feng Mei!"
Ning Tian descended from the high platform.
A figure appeared beside the two even faster. It was a woman with glasses, emerald green hair, and a gentle expression. She raised her hand, and six spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—a textbook-level arrangement, encircled her body. A green lotus appeared in her hand. As a hundred-year spirit ring and a ten-thousand-year spirit ring lit up, a green light shone on Wu Feng, and a lotus seed was fed into Wu Feng's mouth.
In the blink of an eye, the Red Dragon Girl's pale face became much rosier.
An Zhen handed the still-weak Wu Feng to Ning Tian. The golden-haired girl took out a long trench coat from her spirit tool and draped it over Wu Feng, covering her alluring curves.
"Teacher Mu, you've really found a treasure this time."
"Luck, luck."
The curly-haired woman was all smiles.
"Student An Zhen!"
A figure rushed to An Zhen's front at his fastest speed, his eyes and expression filled with excitement. "May I ask presumptuously, was the Light Holy Dragon just now your first Spirit Ability? Can you replicate other people's Spirits?"
Some students might not have noticed, but as teachers, they had detected that a golden-yellow spirit ring had already lit up before the Light Holy Dragon appeared.
"An Zhen." Mu Jin stepped forward. "This is Teacher Wang Yan from our Weapon Spirit Department. He possesses rich knowledge and research experience."
Wang Yan?
An Zhen remembered.
"I can replicate, as for the rest, I cannot disclose."
"I see."
Wang Yan was regretful. The World Spirit written in the archives and the Light Holy Dragon that had just appeared—he had never heard of the former before, and the latter he had only seen some partial, simple descriptions of in material. For him, it was an irresistible temptation.
"An Zhen, Teacher Wang Yan possesses rich theoretical knowledge and can definitely be of great help to your growth." Mu Jin advised.
"Thank you, two teachers, but I believe no one else in this World understands my Spirit better than I do." An Zhen knew what the teachers meant.
This was the truth.
Other Spirit theories could not be applied to his Spirit.
Young and arrogant.
Mu Jin thought so, but it was normal. This child was indeed a genius, and he had the capital for that pride. However, when he grew up, he would understand the teacher's intentions.
...
"Student An Zhen, you're really amazing."
"Class leader, are you free this noon?"
"Class leader..."
Handsome, extremely affable, plus the powerful strength just demonstrated.
In an instant, the young man became a hot commodity.
The boys and girls immediately surrounded him, and the 'white moonlight' in others' eyes now squeezed hard towards the young man.
"Quiet."
Mu Jin's voice rang out, "Everyone, return to your seats and watch the battles between other students to understand them. Next group, come down quickly."
The scene of the old lady in Class One expelling students was still fresh in the students' minds, and the students who had been surrounding An Zhen dispersed at once.
In a corner of the Dou Hun District spectator stands.
After being treated by a healing Spirit Master and taking the high-grade healing medicine carried by Ning Tian, Wu Feng's injuries had already stabilized and would be completely fine after a short rest.
"How is it?"
An Zhen leaned over with a smile.
"Liar."
The girl in the overcoat turned her small head and directly threw a jacket onto An Zhen.
The golden-haired girl looked at the scene curiously. The young lady was somewhat confused by the situation in front of her. Was An Zhen very interested in Wu Feng?
"I didn't lie."
Spirit possession.
Two golden-yellow spirit rings rose, and the second spirit ring and first spirit ring lit up consecutively.
Hot sparks fell from the sky, a heatwave swept over, and a touch of crimson dragon scales, like burning flames, adorned the corner of the young man's eye. Although he hadn't undergone full dragon transformation, Wu Feng and Ning Tian naturally recognized this familiar scene at a glance.
"Red Dragon Martial Soul!"
"You--"
Her cherry-red mouth wide open, the charming Red Dragon Girl stared blankly at the Red Dragon young man in front of her.
"An Zhen can replicate others' Spirits, even including their Spirit Abilities?" Ning Tian was surprised, ruling out the possibility of him possessing both the Light Holy Dragon and Red Dragon Martial Soul at the same time, as the quality difference between twin spirits is usually not large.
Moreover, judging by An Zhen's previous performance of winning a head-on confrontation with Feng Mei, it was likely that this replicated power had not significantly diminished.
"Mhm."
An Zhen nodded lightly.
The two girls were shocked.
It was magical, but it was indeed happening before their eyes.
"Then, shouldn't a certain someone fulfill the bet now?" The young man looked at the Red Dragon Girl with a half-smile. From his standing perspective, looking down, although there was no alluring snowy white due to the tight-fitting suit, the rounded mysterious black beneath the coat also had a unique charm and beauty.
"Fulfill, then fulfill."
Pulling the coat over her body to cover herself, the usually impetuous and strong Red Dragon Girl rarely showed a hint of girlish shyness. Perhaps it was the World's inclusiveness, or perhaps it was the Red Dragon Martial Soul bowing its head when encountering a more powerful Dragon-type Martial Soul.
"I remember there's a skirt inside the girls' school uniform, right?"
"What do you want to do!" The Red Dragon Girl raised her fist. If this guy dared to act like a hooligan, even if she couldn't beat him, she would bite him.
An Zhen half-squatted, lowered his head, and whispered in the girl's ear.
"That's it?"
Wu Feng's originally tense mood immediately relaxed. She had thought it was something indecent.
Her slender, strong calves, encased in the black tight-fitting suit, swayed gently. The black tight-fitting suit shimmered dazzlingly in the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.
"No problem, I agree."
This chapter doesn't have enough words, the afternoon chapter will start the classroom mode.