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Soon, the final match of the second round is about to begin, and our opponent is the Azure Dragon Academy. I have a feeling that this match will not be easy, especially because just a moment ago...
With some time left before the match, I decided to take a walk. Staying in the resting area felt uncomfortable as I was constantly being watched by many teachers and students. I walked to a place in the academy that Xiaopu had brought me to for the first time. It was very quiet here, especially with the beautiful scenery, making it perfect for calming my mind and practicing. I sat quietly on the grass and began to meditate when suddenly I heard a sound from the grass beside me. I opened my eyes and was surprised to see a young boy. He was dressed in golden clothes, had long golden hair, and even his eyes were golden. Dazzling and mysterious was my first impression of him. Looking at the large tree behind him, I realized he must have been sitting up there; I had disturbed him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you were here," I said with a smile. After speaking, I paused for a moment; how could I have completely missed him? Even if we weren't in the wild right now, my usual alertness is quite high. This only indicates that he is strong, at least not weak for someone his age.
"It's nothing," he replied with a smile. Somehow, I felt he didn't belong here; his aura did not belong to the Underworld.
"Are you from Azure Dragon Academy?" He was wearing the uniform of Divine Dragon Academy, but I hadn't seen him in the resting area.
"Yes, I just arrived here today." His voice was bright and sunny. It seemed he had an optimistic personality, making it comfortable to talk to him.
"But doesn't your academy already have ten students?" Isn't it stipulated that only ten students can participate in the competition?
"I swapped places with one of the students." He smiled mysteriously, completely unlike anyone else our age.
I wanted to ask more questions, but since we had just met and he was my opponent, I felt a bit hesitant to pry further. He sat down not far from me and began his own meditation. Instead, I lost my desire to practice and felt somewhat heavy-hearted...
"The next match: Azure Dragon Academy versus Demon Emperor Silver Hall; the competition begins."
I sat in the resting area, staring at the opposing academy. Fortunately, aside from the young boy I had just encountered, the other students' skill levels were about on par with ours. Seeing that he had no intention of taking the stage yet, I patiently waited; this time, I felt quite uncertain. Both sides had used four out of their five students; now it was time for the final match that would determine who advanced. As expected, that young boy took the stage. I nodded slightly at him.
He seemed unsurprised to see me and smiled kindly as he said, "Against fate."
"Xi Meng."
"I won't let you."
"Neither will I."
What? He is actually a Senior Warrior! I could clearly feel my body trembling; even though I was a small level higher than him, I felt no joy. I knew exactly how I reached this level, but his speed was simply incredible, terrifying even, and it seemed that his strength was not limited to just that.
"You can't be distracted on the battlefield. Go, Dragon's Wing." He initiated the attack first. A giant azure dragon lunged at me. Damn it, how could I make such a low-level mistake?
"Defense, Golden Garment." I quickly retreated, activating my protection to temporarily block the dragon's attack. "Wings of Wind" sounded, and the giant dragon was swept back a few meters. Just those few meters gave me the chance to quickly activate "Speed, Meteor Umbrella." I dashed in front of the boy and used "Wings of Wind" again. Just as I was about to strike, he blocked it with his body—he didn't even activate his defense. How is that possible?
"You think too simply. Try this, Fire Dragon Roar." He smiled effortlessly. Three fiery red dragons charged at me, mouths wide open.
I extinguished it with "Water Shield." The sound of the Bone Flute echoed again, and the water shield indeed extinguished the flames. Luckily, I had leveled up; otherwise, my Soul Power would have run out quickly. However, something felt off; although these were skills and illusions of dragons, I could clearly feel that pressure—the might of a dragon.
"You're quite impressive," the boy said with a calm smile. "Now let me show you my true self—true form, Golden Glass Dragon!"
No, no! I must have misheard; it can't be! How could that species possibly be here? I remember someone saying that dragons are neither monsters nor ghosts; if forced to categorize them, they lean more towards being spirit beings.
They exist in both the Divine Realm and the Underworld. Due to their different types, there are naturally both evil and benevolent beings among them. The ferocious dragon species are confined to the Underworld; darkness is where they belong. The docile dragons choose to remain in the Divine Realm; they are revered by many and are sacred beings.
However, thousands of years ago, a Golden Armored Dragon from the Divine Realm fell in love with a Black Glass Dragon from the Underworld. As a result, the Heavenly Emperor expelled all golden dragons from the Divine Realm, confining them forever in a corner of the Underworld, never to return to the Divine Realm. The golden dragons were one of the proudest species; their fierce nature led them to choose self-destruction en masse, leaving behind only one dragon egg. Eventually, the dragon race in the Underworld gave rise to the Golden Glass Dragon. Gradually, they began to degenerate; almost all became Black Glass Dragons, with only a few retaining traces of the Golden Armored Dragon. The chances of becoming a true Golden Glass Dragon were extremely slim. This type of dragon is undoubtedly powerful, merging the strengths of both the Divine Realm and Underworld's strongest dragons. However, he absolutely should not be here; as far as I know, the Demon Dragon Clan has long been confined somewhere.
I understood all this; in short, I realized why this boy before me was so terrifying.
"Come out, Little Pink!” No matter how powerful he is, I must win!
After all, the dragon in front of me had not yet reached maturity. "Little Pink, Level Zero Attack." I decided to test its strength. As expected, dragons are incredibly powerful beings, and Little Pink's attack was completely ineffective.
"Little Pink, use Golden Threads Entwined." The golden dragon, ensnared by Golden Threads Entwined, clearly felt uncomfortable. It swayed left and right, trying to break free. However, could Little Pink's Gold Thread be so easily escaped? Of course not. Seizing the moment, the Water Shield charged toward the golden dragon. A dragon's roar echoed, shaking me to the core. I gritted my teeth against the pain; I couldn't underestimate this creature.
"Little Pink, let's see how your new skill performs." I said to Little Pink.
"Watch me, Phoenix of the Fire Shadow." With that, Little Pink surged forward engulfed in flames that took the shape of a phoenix.
In mid-air, a mass of fire obscured everything inside. I anxiously watched them.
At that moment, all the students and even the elders were astonished. They were excitedly watching a match that had surpassed first-year standards; this year's newcomers were full of surprises. This meant that what seemed impossible was happening right before their eyes. Many elders gazed at the dragon with greedy eyes.
Suddenly, a massive explosion occurred, and I finally saw the two figures. Little Pink fell down, having reverted to its human form, while the formidable figure also landed on the ground, looking slightly disheveled but standing before me. Little Pink was severely injured; however, as long as I recalled it to rest for a bit, it would recover. But my situation was dire—having tamed the magical beast meant it was part of me, so Little Pink's injuries transferred entirely to me. I still had one last trump card: that dark power, but I didn't want to use it against this formidable opponent.
"I lost." Just as I was caught in my thoughts, he spoke.
I looked at him in confusion; he should still have Soul Power left. If he attacked again, even with my dark power, I wouldn't stand a chance. Why did he concede when he could win?
"I lost; you won." He smiled at me and turned to leave. I stared blankly at his retreating figure when suddenly a deafening cheer erupted around me. Nian came over and helped me to the resting area.
"Demon Emperor Silver Hall wins! The final match will be between Dark Night Academy and Demon Emperor Silver Hall," the male host's voice rang out behind me, but I paid no attention to it. Instead, I had many questions for that young man.
Did I win? Yet I felt no joy at all. Nian urged me to rest for a while; there was still a long time before the finals. I returned to that place; perhaps I could encounter him again here. It felt as if fate was indeed orchestrating things; I increasingly sensed that the trajectory of destiny truly existed and that some things were slowly intersecting with my path.
"Are you looking for me?" It was his voice. I looked up at him sitting on a tree branch—why was he always smiling?
"Why are you giving up?" I asked directly, wanting to know the answer.
"Then why should I tell you?" he replied casually.
"You—"
"We're not close, so why should I tell you?"
"Because as your opponent, I find it quite frustrating, okay?"
"Trust me, you wouldn't want to know the reason." He suddenly became serious, and for the first time, I felt a bit hesitant.
"Why?" I still wanted to know. Ever since I became a Dream Soul Master, I've encountered many things; was this one more?
"If I tell you, you won't have a chance to regret it. Because the only ones who know this secret either join or disappear forever. Do you still want to know?" After saying this, he revealed a rather strange smile.
Seeing that I remained silent, he jumped down from the tree and stopped in front of me, looking at me. Suddenly, he bent down and whispered in my ear, "If you ultimately decide that you still want to know, wait for me here at this time tomorrow."
Feeling a bit flustered by him, I stood there in a daze. Before he left, he added, "You will come."
Is the conspiracy about to begin?
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