Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 99: I am Zou Fang

The entire sect grounds fell silent as a voice, deep and authoritative, echoed across the area.

Every new disciple turned their attention toward the source, their excitement and nervousness growing.

"The competition regarding Elder Fu has been confirmed!" The voice boomed, shaking the air with sheer presence.

"This will not be a mere sparring match! This is a true battle! A fight where life and death will test your resolve! You will be allowed to use everything at your disposal—every ounce of strength, every strategy, every skill! And, most importantly, both of your tamed beasts!"

Murmurs spread among the disciples.

Two beasts?

Most newcomers only had one!

Those with two beasts were at an immediate advantage, and those without would be at a clear disadvantage.

It was a test of taming talent, strategy, and raw combat capability.

The voice continued, unwavering. "Know this! Whether you win or lose, you will receive rewards. The stronger your performance, the greater your gains. Those who show promise will be nurtured!

"Those who falter will still walk away with experience! However, the unworthy… the untalented… the weak who refuse to struggle will walk away with nothing but shame!"

The weight of the words settled over the disciples.

The pressure was immense, but at the same time, the prospect of rewards fueled their determination.

This wasn't just about fighting.

It was about proving themselves, about standing out, about securing their place in the sect's future.

Then, footsteps echoed.

The murmuring disciples immediately fell silent as a figure ascended onto the stage.

Elder Fu had arrived.

The previous speaker quickly bowed and stepped aside, greeting him with the utmost respect. "And now, I present to you, one of the greatest figures of the Autumn Dragon Sect, the one who has never before accepted disciples—until now—Elder Fu!"

A wave of reverence swept through the disciples.

Elder Fu wasn't just any elder.

He was a legend.

His status was only second to the sect patriarch himself.

For years, he had trained the most elite, the most talented. And now, after all his disciples had left, he had chosen to accept new ones.

Elder Fu looked out at the gathered disciples, his expression calm, his demeanor exuding wisdom.

He appeared to be a kind, patient old man, the type to offer gentle guidance to his students. But those who had heard the stories knew better.

He was a strict, ruthless teacher, shaping only the strongest.

He smiled, his voice carrying warmth and nostalgia. "It has been too long since I have trained new disciples." He sighed, as if recalling fond memories.

"To teach… to guide… to mold the next generation… it is a duty I have long neglected. But the world is growing more dangerous.

Sects are falling, one by one.

If we do not grow, if we do not evolve, the Autumn Dragon Sect will be left behind.

That is something I cannot allow!"

His voice grew sharper, filled with the weight of his conviction. "That is why I have chosen this competition! Not merely to test you, but to prepare you! To push you beyond your limits! To forge you into cultivators worthy of standing at the top!"

His gaze swept over the crowd, his eyes sharp like a predator searching for the strongest prey.

"I have no use for mediocrity. I seek those who will rise. Those who will fight. Those who will carry the future of this sect on their backs! Show me what you are capable of!"

A moment of silence followed, the tension almost suffocating. Then, Elder Fu raised his hand and declared—

"We will rise!!!"

Inside Zou Fang's spiritual sea of consciousness, Wei Long's massive T-Rex form was lounging lazily, his gigantic tail swaying as he let out a rumbling chuckle. His golden, slit-pupil eyes gleamed with amusement as he stared at the image of Elder Fu standing outside in the real world, addressing the new disciples with his grand speech.

"Tch. Look at that old bastard." Wei Long sneered, baring his fangs as he leaned forward, his claws tapping against the invisible surface of the spiritual sea. "Acting all high and mighty like he's some divine figure bestowing his blessings. Hah! As if he's anything more than a coward who ran away with his tail between his legs!"

Red'Ribbon, standing beside Wei Long, rolled his eyes. "You sure do hold a grudge."

Wei Long snorted. "Why wouldn't I? This geezer was one of the first to run when things got tough. His disciples were strong, sure, but what did that matter? I ate them. One by one. Chomp, chomp, chomp—gone. And this guy? Hah! I can still remember the look on his face when he realized he was the only one left."

He stomped his foot, causing ripples to spread through the spiritual sea. "And now he's back? Trying to act like some wise old mentor? Trying to recruit new disciples? Pathetic. This isn't some noble act of guidance—it's desperation. He's just looking for new meat shields because all of his previous ones got turned into my snacks."

Wei Long leaned closer, his enormous snout nearly touching Red'Ribbon. "I should just pop out and scare the life out of him. See if he remembers me."

Red'Ribbon sighed. "That would be entertaining, but you can't. You're stuck in here."

Wei Long huffed in annoyance before suddenly smirking. "Fine. If I can't scare him myself, I'll just use our dear little Zou Fang instead."

He turned his head toward the spiritual window that allowed him to see what was happening outside. Zou Fang was standing quietly among the other disciples, listening to Elder Fu's speech.

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Wei Long's voice turned low and mischievous. "Zou Fang, time to start the show. Use your penguin-lookalike Bawshawk!"

Zou Fang, who had been deep in thought, suddenly stiffened. His eyes widened slightly, and he muttered internally, Are you sure?

Wei Long grinned. "Of course I'm sure. And while you're at it, challenge that Lin Zhi guy."

Zou Fang swallowed hard. Lin Zhi was strong—one of the more talented beast tamers in their generation. To openly challenge him in front of everyone…

Wei Long's voice turned teasing. "What, scared? I thought you wanted to prove yourself. Or do you want to keep standing in the background while everyone else gets stronger?"

Zou Fang clenched his fists. Damn it… Fine!

And then, before he could even fully process what he was doing, his hand shot up.

The entire courtyard fell into stunned silence.

Elder Fu, in the middle of speaking, paused mid-sentence. His sharp eyes immediately locked onto Zou Fang, as did the gazes of every disciple present.

Murmurs broke out.

"Who is that?"

"Wait… isn't that Zou Fang? The guy from the outer villages?"

"Why did he raise his hand?"

"Is he volunteering for the first fight?"

Lin Zhi, standing on the other side of the crowd, arched an eyebrow and smirked. "Well, well, well. What's this? The abandoned son of the village chief wants attention?"

Zou Fang could feel the weight of every gaze pressing down on him. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. He hadn't even said anything yet, and already, everyone was whispering about him.

Wei Long's laughter echoed in his mind. "Good, good! Keep going! Don't hesitate now!"

With his body moving almost on its own, Zou Fang took a deep breath and stepped forward.

One step.

Another step.

The whispers grew louder.

"Where is he going?"

"Is he actually stepping forward?"

"Does he think he can fight someone already?"

His legs felt heavy, as if he were walking through thick mud. Every step stretched endlessly, and time seemed to slow down. His vision narrowed, focusing solely on the stage in the center of the courtyard. The place where the battles would take place.

With each step, the pressure mounted. But so did his resolve.

Lin Zhi crossed his arms, amused. "I see. He actually has some guts. Let's see what kind of show he puts on."

Elder Fu's eyes never left Zou Fang. There was no visible expression on his face, but there was an undeniable intensity in his gaze. As if he were analyzing every movement, every breath Zou Fang took.

Finally, Zou Fang reached the center.

A deep breath in.

A slow exhale.

His fingers curled into fists, his heartbeat steadying.

Wei Long, watching from inside the spiritual sea, grinned. "Alright, kid. Say it loud and proud."

Zou Fang opened his eyes, sharp and unwavering. His voice rang out across the silent courtyard—

"I am Zou Fang, and I am here to beat you all up!"