Douluo Dalu: The Goddesses Know My Secrets

"This is bad! This is bad! Someone is attacking the academy!!!"

Under the eaves of the dormitory area, someone’s shout suddenly exploded.

The originally quiet afternoon atmosphere was completely torn apart by this scream.

The sound hit the rows of dormitory walls, echoing back and forth, and an uncontrollable panic spread throughout the entire dormitory area.

Students who were originally sitting in meditation to Cultivate or chatting and resting in their rooms pushed open their doors and windows one after another, poking their heads out to look, their faces filled with shock.

Many students didn’t even have time to put on their robes properly before hurriedly following the crowd out, only wanting to find out what exactly had happened.

No one dared to delay, and they all surged toward the academy’s central plaza, following the direction of the commotion.

...

The afternoon sunlight spilled onto the central plaza of Blue Tyrant Academy.

The warm light washed over the sycamore leaves at the edge of the plaza, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone slabs.

The bluestone-paved ground was slightly hot from the sun, and a clear warmth could be felt when stepping on it.

The edges of the plaza were already packed to the point where not even water could leak through.

Students dressed in blue and white academy uniforms stood in layers.

Every face was frozen in shock, their feet firmly nailed to the spot; no one dared to move forward even half a step.

Even less did anyone dare to speak and break this stagnation.

Everyone’s eyes were on the center of the plaza.

There, two completely different auras were in silent confrontation.

On one side stood Flender, the current acting dean of Blue Tyrant Academy, as well as the Immovable Bright King, Zhao Wuji.

Behind Flender, the wings of his Owl Spirit were already half-spread.

The edges of the brown wings shimmered with the flow of spirit power, trembling slightly.

He maintained a defensive posture, yet dared not make the slightest move.

Beside him, Zhao Wuji’s Vigorous Vajra BearSpirit was already poised to strike.

His entire body’s muscles were fully tensed.

Under his bronze skin, the lines of his muscles bulged high.

Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, slowly sliding down his jawline.

Zhao Wuji himself was already at the Spirit Saint level; among Spirit Masters of the same rank, he had always been hard-pressed to find a rival in a pure contest of strength.

But before this burly man, the strength he had always been proud of felt like a stream hitting a raging sea, leaving him without even a shred of confidence to resist.

Confronting them was a burly man over two meters tall.

His physique was robust, comparable to an iron tower.

Standing there, he was quite terrifying.

Muscles knotted and bulged all over his body, their lines hard as if cast from refined iron tempered a thousand times.

On his exposed arms, vigorous and ancient hammer-shaped patterns were engraved, with spirit power faintly flowing deep within the lines.

A coarse animal-skin short vest could not hide the terrifying power contained in every inch of his body’s musculature.

Most importantly, eight spirit rings were slowly floating and rhythmically oscillating beneath his feet.

Yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

The standard Optimal spirit ring configuration.

Pressure at the Spirit Douluo level transformed into a physical wave of air, enveloping the entire plaza.

The surrounding air was pressed into stagnation by this pressure.

Students with weaker cultivation even found it exceptionally difficult for their chests to rise and fall.

Even across a distance of dozens of meters, the spectating students could sense a heart-palpitating feeling of power from that aura.

At the front of the crowd on the outskirts of the plaza, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun stood side by side.

The surrounding Blue Tyrant Academy students were whispering in low voices, their tones full of unconcealable shock.

"Eight spirit rings! It really is a powerhouse at the Spirit Douluo level!"

"When did our academy provoke such a big figure? This is a Spirit Douluo!"

"In the entire Heaven Dou City, there are only a few Spirit Douluos that can be counted. How could one suddenly come to our academy?"

A trace of extreme solemnity flashed through Dai Mubai’s Evil Eyes.

Ma Hongjun, whose entire body was wrapped tightly, leaving only his eyes, mouth, and nose exposed, swallowed hard.

He leaned toward Dai Mubai and spoke in a hushed voice, "Boss Dai, who on earth is this? Did he come to our academy specifically to cause trouble?"

Dai Mubai slowly shook his head.

"I don’t know either. I’ve never seen this person in Heaven Dou City."

Just then, three figures were walking quickly along the path from the plaza entrance.

Walking at the very front was Yu Xiaogang, with Tang San beside him, and Oscar following half a step behind them.

Tang San’s face was already somewhat pale.

An indelible gloom was frozen in the depths of his eyes, and his entire aura exuded a sense of depression.

Oscar was still holding a freshly made Recovery Sausage, chewing it bite by bite, with some crumbs still clinging to the corners of his mouth.

During this time, Tang San had been hitting walls everywhere, and Oscar only felt a sense of gratification in his heart.

Seeing Tang San, Ma Hongjun’s gaze was gloomy.

It was because of him that he had suffered a backlash from the Evil Fire, resulting in extensive burns on his body.

Even though Dean Flender had put in a great effort to find a Healing Spirit Master to cure his fatal injuries...

...he still couldn’t repair the severe burns all over his body and face.

Ma Hongjun could only wrap himself up, not daring to be seen.

Moreover, what pained Ma Hongjun the most was that his future venting of the Evil Fire would be agonizing, leaving behind severe aftereffects.

In his heart, Ma Hongjun’s dislike and hatred for Tang San were no less than Dai Mubai’s and Oscar’s.

The three had just stepped into the plaza area when they immediately noticed something was wrong.

A heavy pressure came rushing toward them.

Yu Xiaogang’s footsteps came to a sudden halt, and the theoretical notes he was clutching almost slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

He was only a Rank 29 Spirit Grandmaster.

Under the shroud of Spirit Douluo-level pressure, even breathing became sluggish and difficult, and his chest felt waves of tightness.

Tang San’s body suddenly tensed.

The Blue Silver Grass Spirit inside his body was surging frantically, almost bursting out uncontrollably.

He immediately pushed the spirit power of his Purple Demon Eye to the limit, his gaze landing on the burly man in the center of the plaza.

The first thought that popped into his mind was: this is someone arranged by Lin Qingmo!

During this time, he had repeatedly fallen at Lin Qingmo’s hands, being restricted at every turn and suffering frequent setbacks.

Now, he had long since become like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.

A powerhouse at the Spirit Douluo level appearing at Blue Tyrant Academy without any warning...

...other than Lin Qingmo, he couldn’t think of anyone else with such a grand reach.

Furthermore, Lin Qingmo also had enough motive to target him.

But soon, this thought of his changed.

A sturdy figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

It was Tai Long.

Originally a student of Blue Tyrant Academy.

Previously, because Tai Long was dissatisfied with the Shrek group, he had been publicly defeated by Tang San in the academy.

Upon seeing the burly man’s face clearly, Tai Long was stunned.

The next second, Tai Long’s voice, wrapped in unbelievable shock, suddenly resounded throughout the entire plaza.

"Grandfather?!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire audience was in an uproar.

The crowd of onlookers, who had been holding their breath, suddenly erupted.

"Grandfather? This burly man is actually Tai Long’s grandfather?"

"My god, Tai Long’s family background is so deep? His grandfather is actually a powerhouse at the Spirit Douluo level?"

"No wonder Tai Long was born with strength far exceeding ordinary people; it turns out to be a family skill!"

"The Strength Clan! I remember now! Tai Long’s surname is Tai; he’s from the Strength Clan!"

The sounds of discussion rose one after another, each wave higher than the last.

The previously stagnant plaza suddenly became noisy.

Flender’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Tai Long’s grandfather.

Once this identity came out, the person’s origin was already obvious.

The Clan Chief of the Strength Clan, Tai Tan.

That was the current Clan Chief of the Strength Clan, which was once the head of the Clear Sky Sect’s Four major affiliated clans, and a veteran Spirit Douluo who had been famous for many years.

(End of Chapter)

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