Chapter 315: Chapter 180: Dragon Transformation Pool

His Power was only mid-tier within the White Dragon Academy. According to the rules of the Dragon Transformation Pool’s minor competition, anyone who won three matches would automatically earn a spot to cultivate there.

When the higher-ranked students saw Dong Jianyang take the stage, they had hoped to score an easy first victory against him. But when they realized he was there to challenge Yang Jing, they sank back into their seats with disappointment.

Yang Jing gracefully flew onto the Magic Battle Platform with Yinjiao in tow.

"Well, if it isn’t Brother Dong," he said. "How’s your stomach? Still feel like vomiting?"

Dong Jianyang’s face went green with rage. He was about to release his Dragon Beast from his Beast Taming Bag when a white light suddenly flashed past. His Defensive Spiritual Artifact activated automatically, forming a protective barrier of shimmering, fine scales around his body.

But under the white light, this high-level Defensive Spiritual Artifact was no tougher than paper. With a sharp RIP, the white light sliced it open.

Dong Jianyang’s spirit nearly fled his body. His first thought was, ’This is the end for me.’

By the time he snapped out of it, he felt a sudden chill. The white light had only sliced his clothes to ribbons, leaving his body completely bare.

A wave of boisterous laughter erupted from the crowd below the Magic Battle Platform.

Dong Jianyang covered his private parts and scrambled off the Magic Battle Platform. Utterly humiliated, he didn’t hesitate for a second, bolting through the crowd until he was out of sight.

Yang Jing magically retrieved the tattered clothes from the platform and tossed them onto another student who had been present at the previous incident.

"Brother Dong left in such a hurry he forgot his clothes. Would you please do me a favor and return these to him?"

The clothes landed over the student’s head. When he pulled them off and saw Yang Jing’s gentle smile, he shuddered, clutched the bundle of rags, and immediately bolted.

Silence fell upon the crowd. Like Dong Jianyang, they hadn’t been able to see what technique Yang Jing had used. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Dong Jianyang’s Spiritual Artifact had been shattered.

"Idiot," Dong Jianzhi muttered, his voice laced with disappointment. "We are Cultivators. Can’t he endure a little humiliation? Yang Jing only cut his clothes to shame him, which should have been his chance to turn the tables."

He hadn’t expected Dong Jianyang to be defeated so swiftly and utterly, without learning a single thing about his opponent’s abilities.

Now, Yang Jing only needed two more wins to earn the right to use the Dragon Transformation Pool for a ten-day period.

"Are there any other Fellow Daoists who wish to come up for some Magical Combat?" Yang Jing asked the assembled students of the White Dragon Academy, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Allow me to test your methods!"

A clear, resonant voice rang out from below. A tall, slender student with a handsome, jade-like face leaped onto the Magic Battle Platform. Learning from Dong Jianyang’s mistake, he had already summoned his Dragon Beast from his Beast Taming Bag before ascending.

It was a Dragon Beast over two hundred feet long. Aside from its fish-like eyes and multicolored Dragon Scales, it was nearly indistinguishable from a True Dragon.

A ferocious wave of Evil Qi surged skyward, and the vibrant Blood Qi emanating from the Dragon Beast’s body was so dense it was almost tangible.

If the White Dragon Academy’s Magic Battle Platform hadn’t been built so exceptionally wide to accommodate Magical Combat between Dragon Beasts, this single creature would have occupied more than half of it.

The young man stood confidently in the center of the coiling Dragon Beast, looking at Yang Jing.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, please grant me your guidance."

Yang Jing merely nodded.

The Dragon Beast’s massive body coiled, its muscles bulging. An instant later, it launched itself into the air, its gaping maw full of sharp teeth lunging straight for Yang Jing.

Yang Jing opened his palm, and a single flicker of Ice Soul Cold Flame ignited in it.

In the next moment, the ethereal blue flame rapidly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it was as large as the Dragon Beast’s head.

The Dragon Beast sensed the astonishing cold. A flicker of panic crossed its fish-like eyes as it spat a torrent of Demon Fire from its maw. This was a form of Magic it had mastered after opening its Acupoints with the Supreme Nine Transformations of the Dragon Scripture.

The torrent of Demon Fire was extinguished the moment it touched the Ice Soul Cold Flame, sending up billowing clouds of white steam.

The next instant, an incredibly thick layer of ice encased both the Dragon Beast and the young man.

"The Ice Soul Cold Flame!"

A knowledgeable student in the crowd recognized the infamous flame at first glance.

Just as Yang Jing was about to knock the massive block of ice containing the Dragon Beast and the young man off the Magic Battle Platform, his brow twitched. Seven golden awls suddenly pierced through the ice, flying straight for his face.

At the last second, the Dragon Beast had curled its long tail around the young man, protecting him from being frozen solid by the flame.

Yang Jing formed a Sword Mantra with his hands and unleashed a Golden Form Magical Sword, batting away all the incoming golden awls.

Amid a long roar that sounded like a bellowing bull, the sharp, cracking sound of shattering ice filled the air.

The Dragon Beast struggled with all its might, shattering the ice that covered its body. The young man produced a Golden Spear, planted his feet on the beast’s back, and charged toward Yang Jing.

’They’ve got some spirit.’

Yang Jing watched the ferocious Dragon Beast and the determined young man. The beast had been frozen by the Ice Soul Cold Flame, and in its struggle to break free, it had ripped off its own Scales, leaving it a bloody mess. Yet it still fought to carry its master forward to face Yang Jing.

He extended a hand, and a chain of black water shot out, wrapping tightly around the Dragon Beast’s body.

With a flash of white light, the Metal Element Flying Sword struck the very tip of the Golden Spear. The sword was currently augmented by Yang Jing’s Power Control Qi, and its Power was astounding.

TWANG!

The Golden Spear was sent flying. The young man was blasted high into the air by the Flying Sword’s impact, and when he landed, he stumbled back several more steps, shattering the stone tiles beneath his feet before he could halt his momentum.

The flesh between his thumb and forefinger had split open, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The Dragon Beast still tried to struggle, but the Water Chain binding it was formed from One-Element Heavy Water and infused with Yang Jing’s Magical Power. It was pinned immovably to the Magic Battle Platform.

"Your master has already been knocked off the stage. What are you still struggling for?"

As he spoke, Yang Jing used his Magical Power to heave the massive Dragon Beast off the Dharma Platform.

At that moment, you could have heard a pin drop in the White Dragon Academy. The only sound was the Dragon Beast struggling to climb back to its feet.

Unlike Dong Jianyang’s swift and humiliating defeat, this young man had actually managed to probe some of Yang Jing’s capabilities. But it was precisely those fleeting glimpses of his true power that filled the watching students with a sense of utter despair, making them feel he was an opponent they could never hope to defeat.

"Brother Zhi, that Yang Jing has already won two matches! If he wins one more, he’ll have won this Dragon Transformation Pool competition!" a member of the Dong Family said anxiously.

"What are you shouting about?" Dong Jianzhi snapped, though he sounded less confident than he tried to appear. "Send someone else to test him! The Dragon Transformation Order he holds is valid for two months. Even if we fail this time, we’ll have five more chances!"

He knew he was nowhere near capable of what Yang Jing had just done—defeating a student ranked in the top twenty of the White Dragon Academy with such casual ease.

"I will be your opponent!"

While Dong Jianzhi was still hesitating, another hot-blooded student leaped onto the Magic Battle Platform.

With two sharp cracks, he was sent tumbling pathetically off the Magic Battle Platform, and his Spirit Contract’s Dragon Beast wouldn’t stop shivering.

"Wha... What kind of technique was that?" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Ji Yanyi’s jaw dropped. He stared, dumbfounded, at the nonchalant Yang Jing on the stage, unable to believe a genius so skilled in Magical Combat could even exist.

’I’m afraid even my friend Dong Xiji is nowhere near his level.’

"I told you, Master is invincible," Chi Yu said from Zuoqiu Feng’s arms, rolling its eyes at him.

Ji Yanyi was left speechless, at a complete loss for words.

The students below waited for a long time, but Yang Jing, having already secured his three consecutive victories, showed no sign of leaving the stage. Just as the crowd was about to grow restless, he finally spoke.

"My disciple is rather slow-witted, and I fear that if he enters the Dragon Transformation Pool, he will be bullied by the Dragon Beasts of you Fellow Daoists. Therefore, I intend to monopolize this Dragon Transformation Pool for the next two months. If anyone is dissatisfied with this, you are all free to come up on stage and challenge me."

The students below watched as Yang Jing spoke such arrogant words in a completely casual tone. They were stunned for a moment before the full meaning of his declaration sank in.

They were all geniuses from the Dong Family and the surrounding Noble Families, and they were naturally proud. They had never imagined someone so brazenly arrogant could exist in this world. Every single one of them was seething with rage.

One person leaped straight onto the Magic Battle Platform.

"Yang Jing! You’ve defeated a mere three people, and you already dare to look down on the students of the White Dragon Academy? If we don’t hand you a defeat so crushing you have no choice but to accept it, how will any of us be able to show our faces again!"