radicalducati Chapter 12 The Intimidation of the Sect and the Devilish Training at Donghai Academy
Chapter 12 The Intimidation of the Sect and the Devilish Training at Donghai Academy
Chapter Twelve: The Intimidation of the Sect and the Devilish Training
Donghai College, Class Zero classroom.
The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the desks, but it couldn't dispel the suffocating heaviness in the air.
Wu Changkong stood in front of the podium, a hint of sternness now appearing on his usually cold face. He gently tapped the blackboard with his pointer, making a "tap, tap" sound, each tap seeming to strike the hearts of Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue.
"Just now, I received an urgent notification from the dean."
Wu Changkong's voice remained cool and aloof, but his speaking speed was a few degrees faster than usual.
"Three days later, the Federal Parliament will send a special representative to Donghai College for an inspection."
"The Federal Parliament?" Xie Xie was taken aback for a moment, then curled his lip indifferently. "Teacher, let those big shots come if they want. What does it have to do with us? We're not top students. As long as they don't expel us, it's fine."
"Shut up." Wu Changkong glanced at him coldly. "The scale of this inspection is beyond your imagination. It is said that the Speaker personally signed the document and specifically requested to see... Class Zero."
Upon hearing the words "Speaker," Tang Wulin's heart skipped a beat.
Within the sea of consciousness, Huo Yuhao's figure tensed instantly, and his previously calm expression became more serious than ever before.
"Junior brother, the situation is more serious than I thought." Huo Yuhao's voice trembled slightly, a tremor stemming from the deepest reverence in his soul. "I told you, Master (Mo Runshu) acted swiftly. His decision to specifically target Class Zero is actually aimed at Gu Yue and you."
"Senior brother, is this Speaker really that powerful?" Tang Wulin asked, puzzled.
"Impressive?" Huo Yuhao gave a wry smile, his eyes revealing deep apprehension. "Junior brother, you must understand, my master is Yue Mianmian. And Mo Runshu is my master's only partner, and also my revered grandmaster. In this world, besides my master, the person I least want to offend is him. He not only possesses quasi-god level strength, but also has absolute power to control the Federation. The fact that he specifically requested to come means that he has already noticed Gu Yue's existence."
Tang Wulin subconsciously turned his head to look at Gu Yue beside him.
The girl was gazing out the window, her profile glistening in the sunlight, but her eyes seemed vacant. She had been preoccupied ever since she returned last night.
"Gu Yue, are you alright?" Tang Wulin asked in a low voice.
Gu Yue snapped out of her reverie, a complex emotion flashing in her purple eyes. She knew, of course, what the "Federal Parliament" meant. It was the symbol of humanity's highest power, and the greatest obstacle to the Silver Dragon King's resurgence.
"It's nothing," Gu Yue replied calmly, but her hands, resting on her knees, clenched slightly.
"This inspection is not just about looking around," Wu Changkong interrupted their whispers. "The council requires Class Zero to conduct a 'teaching results demonstration.' That means the three of you will have to conduct a live-fire exercise in front of the federal envoy in three days."
"A live-fire exercise?" Xie Xie's eyes widened. "Who are we fighting? Are we going to invite experts from other schools?"
"The opponent was designated by the council." Wu Changkong took a deep breath. "Moreover, the council also specially assigned a 'mentor' to accompany the special envoy to the East China Sea to conduct intensive training for you before the inspection."
"Sudden training?" A sense of foreboding welled up in Tang Wulin's heart.
Just then, the classroom door was pushed open.
A tall man wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses walked in. He was slender and moved with light steps. Although he concealed his aura, the oppressive feeling that came from the depths of his soul made the Golden Dragon King bloodline in Tang Wulin's body instinctively restless.
The man removed his sunglasses, revealing a pair of deep eyes that seemed to hold the stars and the sea. His gaze lingered on Tang Wulin for a moment before landing on Gu Yue, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
Let me introduce myself.
The man's voice was gentle and warm, yet it carried an irresistible air of authority.
"My name is Mo Yan, and I come from the Special Advisory Group of the Federal Parliament."
Mo Yan!
Upon hearing this name, Wu Changkong's pupils contracted slightly. Although he had never met this person, as a Title Douluo, he was well-versed in information about the Federation's high-ranking officials. Mo Yan, Mo Runshu's cousin, a level 98 Super Douluo, a four-word Battle Armor Master, was hailed as the Federation's "Shadow Guardian" among the younger generation.
Within the sea of consciousness, Huo Yuhao's voice instantly turned terrified:
"Mo Yan?! It's actually this martial uncle?!"
"Senior brother, do you know him?" Tang Wulin asked.
"It's more than just knowing him..." Huo Yuhao took a deep breath. "He's my grandmaster's cousin, and also a junior whom my master, Yue Mianmian, values highly. Within the sect, he's known as the 'Black-Faced Yama.' Back when my master was teaching me, this uncle-master often 'instructed' me from the sidelines; the torment he inflicted... was a nightmare. Junior brother, you'd better pray for yourself."
……
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in the federal capital—Mingdu.
"Runshu, are you really going to send Moyan?"
In the soul-guided projection, Yue Mianmian sat on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, looking somewhat worried.
"I have to go." Mo Runshu's figure appeared in the projection. He was adjusting his four-word battle armor. "The Silver Dragon King is in the East Sea. I can't go in person because if I show myself, that quasi-god level aura will immediately awaken her, and may even force her to fight to the death. But Mo Yan is different. He is my shadow. His aura is the same as mine. He can both intimidate the scene and not provoke Gu Yue too much."
"But..." Yue Mianmian frowned, "What if that little girl really loses control? Mo Yan is strong, but he's not a quasi-god after all."
"Don't worry." A glint of light flashed in Mo Runshu's eyes. "I brought something for Mo Yan."
He flipped his hand, and a badge emitting a faint golden light appeared in his palm.
The badge was engraved with a pattern of the sun and moon alternating, surrounded by nine stars.
"This is... the 'Sun and Moon Decree'?" Yue Mianmian stood up in surprise. "You actually gave this to him? This is a token that can mobilize the highest command authority of the Federation Legion!"
"It's more than just a token," Mo Runshu said calmly. "Inside this token is engraved my 'Cross Sword Intent.' If Gu Yue really loses control, Mo Yan can activate this sword intent to temporarily suppress the Silver Dragon King's bloodline. Although it can only last for three seconds, those three seconds are enough for me to do a lot of things."
Yue Mianmian was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "You've really gone to great lengths for this plan. Runshu, aren't you afraid that the child will really die at Moyan's hands?"
"Tang Wulin is the Golden Dragon King; he won't die so easily." A hint of anticipation flashed in Mo Runshu's eyes. "Besides, if we don't push him, how can he grow? Yuhao also broke through on the verge of death back then. I hope Tang Wulin can bring me a surprise, after all... he's someone my disciple (Huo Yuhao) has chosen."
……
Donghai College, Forging Room.
"boom!"
Tang Wulin slammed his Thousand-Refined Silver Hammer heavily onto the metal, sparks flying everywhere.
He had been swinging the hammer for three hours straight, his clothes soaked with sweat, but the muscles in his arms were becoming increasingly taut, and golden energy flowed under his skin like a swimming golden dragon.
"Tang Wulin, your strength is not bad, but it's too crude."
Mo Yan sat on a chair not far away, a magazine in his hand, and said without looking up, "Power isn't just for smashing things; it's for controlling them. If you can't even control an error of one gram, how can you control the Golden Dragon King's violent power?"
Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, but just swung the hammer even harder.
He knew that this "Moyan" teacher was deliberately making things difficult for him. But he had no way out.
"How's Gu Yue doing?" Tang Wulin asked in his mind as he swung his hammer.
"She's practicing elemental control," Huo Yuhao's voice echoed in his mind. "However, I can sense that her emotions are very unstable. Mo Yan is putting a lot of pressure on her. Junior brother, you need to be prepared; these three days of special training will definitely be an ordeal. My senior uncle is notoriously ruthless."
"I'm not afraid of hardship." A determined glint flashed in Tang Wulin's eyes. "As long as I can become stronger, as long as I can protect the people around me, I can persevere no matter how hard or tiring it is."
"very good."
Just then, Mo Yan closed the magazine and stood up.
"Since you're so energetic, let's switch to another activity."
He walked up to Tang Wulin and casually picked up an iron rod from the shelf next to him.
"Put down the hammer," Mo Yan said calmly. "Now, I need you to use Blue Silver Grass to block my attacks. Hold out for ten minutes, and you'll pass."
"Ten minutes?!" Tang Wulin's eyes widened. "But my Blue Silver Grass is just a useless martial soul..."
"A useless martial soul?" Mo Yan sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "In this world, there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. Your Blue Silver Grass can bear the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King, which means it's definitely not simple. Come on, let me see if you're qualified to be the 'variable' in the Speaker's eyes."
Before he finished speaking, the iron rod in Mo Yan's hand had already turned into a black shadow, accompanied by a whistling sound, and smashed straight towards Tang Wulin's face!
The speed is astonishing!
Tang Wulin's pupils contracted, and his body instinctively leaned back. At the same time, he waved his right hand, and several strands of blue silver grass shot out from his palm, attempting to entangle the iron rod.
"Too slow."
Mo Yan's voice rang in his ears, and the iron rod changed direction strangely in the air, directly shattering the Blue Silver Grass and slamming heavily onto Tang Wulin's shoulder.
"Bang!"
Tang Wulin was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.
"Stand up," Mo Yan said coldly. "This is just the beginning."
Tang Wulin gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became even more ferocious.
"Again!"
……
Outside the window, dark clouds began to gather, and a storm was about to break.
Meanwhile, in the forging room of Donghai Academy, a test of will and strength has just begun.