Douluo Dalu: The Goddesses Know My Secrets

"This Spirit Fight—the winner is, Azure Star!"

The entire Great Spirit Arena was so silent it felt as if no one was there.

The next second, BOOM—it completely exploded!

The audience stands went wild, their cheers nearly blowing the roof off.

"Azure Star! Azure Star! Azure Star!"

"Holy crap, that’s way too fierce! One person took down the entire Royal Fighting Team?"

"A ten-thousand-year fourth Spirit Ring, brother! That’s a first in the Spirit Master’s world!"

The audience in the stands went insane, some punching the air, some jumping up, others throwing things into the sky.

From this day forward, the name Azure Star would be etched into the history of the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena.

...

Inside the VIP box,

Qian Renxue stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes fixed on the retreating figure walking off the stage, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She was truly shaken.

Honestly, she had seen hundreds, if not thousands, of Geniuses.

But today’s match...

One minute.

A Spirit Ancestor over level forty, taking on a whole team of perfectly coordinated Spirit Elders.

Clean and efficient, not a single one left standing.

Even if a Spirit King were in his place, they might not have been able to pull this off.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath to calm her emotions.

She then turned to look at Snake Lance Douluo: "Snake Lance, go investigate this Azure Star."

"Everything from his childhood to now, who he knows, what he’s experienced—every detail, I want it all."

Snake Lance Douluo bowed in response, hesitated for a moment, then looked up and said: "Young Lord, this person is too bizarre. His strength far exceeds those of the same rank; he must have secrets."

"How about... I just bring him back and interrogate him properly?"

Qian Renxue shook her head, an unreadable look flashing in her eyes.

That mysterious Chat Group surfaced in her mind again, along with the people in it—everyone’s words and actions were strange, and even she couldn’t see through their depths.

"Don’t touch him."

Her tone was calm, yet it carried an air that brooked no argument.

"I want his background, not to alert the enemy."

Snake Lance Douluo’s expression stiffened, and he bowed: "Yes, Young Lord."

Qian Renxue turned back again, her gaze passing through the glass to rest on the tunnel entrance where Lin Qingmo had disappeared.

The corners of her mouth curled slightly, her eyes full of amusement.

Lin Qingmo, oh A-Qing, I really want to see just how many more secrets you’re hiding from head to toe.

...

The lounge door was slammed open with a clatter.

Yu Tianheng was the first to walk in.

His team uniform was still stained with dust from the stage, and several spots were scorched by lightning.

His chin, which was usually held high, was now held low.

His knuckles were white from clenching his fists, and even his gait was unsteady; he looked as if his soul had been sucked out.

He walked dizzily to the corner and slumped into a chair, not moving again.

The rest of the Royal Fighting Team behind him weren’t doing much better.

The brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo leaned against the wall, heads hanging without a word.

The two who usually bore damage most steadily were now breathing very softly.

Oslo sat by the table, wiping the dagger in his hand over and over with a cloth.

But his eyes were vacant, completely unfocused.

Ye Lingling sat in the furthest corner, her slender fingers twisting her skirt.

In the entire lounge, besides the sound of breathing, there were only the cheers from outside that made the windows buzz even through the door.

"Azure Star! Azure Star!..."

Wave after wave of sound pierced everyone’s ears.

"Dammit!"

The veins on Yu Tianheng’s forehead bulged.

"Bang!"

He punched the wall beside him heavily.

After the dull thud, he buried his head again.

Humiliating.

Too humiliating.

They were seven aces meticulously cultivated by the Heaven Dou Academy.

Yet they were pinned to the ground and beaten by a masked guy, alone, from start to finish.

Without even a chance to fight back.

Just as the room was filled with a heavy Death Qi, the door was pushed open again.

Mentor Qin Ming walked in.

His face was expressionless, with only a trace of astonishment hidden deep in his eyes that he hadn’t fully suppressed.

Just ten minutes ago, from the spectator stands, he had watched with his own eyes as that Spirit Ancestor named Azure Star took less than a minute to flip over the entire Royal Fighting Team he had led for so long.

He nearly crushed the teacup in his hand.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t shocked; there was even a bit of hidden joy.

After all, he came from Shrek.

How could he not be excited that his own academy had produced such a once-in-a-millennium Genius?

But he couldn’t show even a fraction of that excitement.

Because he was currently the lead teacher of the Royal Fighting Team.

Looking at the dejected students before him, Qin Ming’s brow furrowed so hard it could crush a fly.

He walked to the center of the room, slammed the table, and his voice suddenly rose: "Everyone, lift your heads!"

"Look at yourselves now, what is this behavior?"

Everyone in the room shifted, but few actually looked up.

"The sky has fallen just because you lost one match?"

Qin Ming’s voice grew even deeper.

"What did you look like before you went on stage? Your tails were practically wagging in the sky."

"Thinking you’re the elites of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, that no one in the whole continent of the same rank could beat you."

"Arrogant and conceited, looking down on everyone!"

"Now that you’ve tripped, you’re all sitting here wallowing in self-pity like frost-bitten eggplants?"

"This is exactly how weaklings act!"

His words lashed down like a whip, and the atmosphere in the room finally shifted.

But it was only a slight shift.

Yu Tianheng finally looked up.

His eyes were bloodshot.

"Teacher Qin, it’s not a matter of pride."

His voice was as raspy as sandpaper.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, every word squeezed out from between his teeth.

"He pinned me to the ground and beat me in lightning, the very thing I’m best at, and in strength, the thing I’m most proud of."

"My Blue Lightning Tyrant DragonSpirit looks like a joke in front of him."

"The Captain is right."

Oslo also stopped wiping his dagger and gave a bitter laugh.

"Teacher Qin, seven of us fought one, and we barely even touched his clothes before we were all down."

"This isn’t about pride; it’s that the gap in strength between us and him is just too large."

"If the gap is large, then you should sharpen your Spirits even more!"

Qin Ming scolded with a frown.

"Find where the gap is, and go back to train like your lives depend on it!"

"Instead of being dejected here, thinking you’re no good."

But as soon as those words were spoken, the room fell silent again.

No one responded.

They all knew that chasm couldn’t be filled just by training like your life depends on it.

Especially Yu Tianheng.

What he was most proud of in his life was his Blue Lightning Tyrant DragonSpirit, and what he was most confident in were lightning and strength.

But today, someone had crushed him in his most confident Domain.

That shame and powerlessness flooded over him like a tide.

It wasn’t something a few scoldings could shake off.

(End of Chapter)

[Get +50 Extra Chapters on - P@tr3on "RinBlaze"]

[Every 15 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]

[Thanks for Reading!]

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!