The Golden Generation unleashed their martial spirits.
Seven yellow spirit rings shone together, igniting cheers across the entire Wuhun Academy plaza.
Three top-tier martial spirits, four high-level martial spirits.
One control, one support, and five power attackers—a lineup that could be called the peak of balance-flow combat.
Not only the students, who already idolized the Golden Generation, but even the teachers of Wuhun Academy couldn't help puffing out their chests in pride. Even Dean Salatu unconsciously looked toward Bibi Dong, as if he couldn't resist showing off.
In contrast, Bibi Dong remained utterly calm, her gaze fixed on Su Linfeng without a ripple.
It wasn't that Hu Liena and the others weren't geniuses.
It was simply that Bibi Dong had already witnessed an even greater genius—someone whose talent surpassed even her own twin martial spirits back in the day.
"Kid, aren't you going to release your martial spirit?"
Seeing Su Linfeng standing there unmoved, Yan smirked. "Don't tell me you're scared?"
"Yan, don't get arrogant!" Hu Liena hurriedly warned.
"Nana, why do you always dampen our spirit to praise outsiders?" Yan's voice grew sharper. He had absolute confidence in his own martial spirit and believed this battle had no suspense at all. Watching Hu Liena constantly overestimate Su Linfeng only made him more annoyed. "That brat's only six years old. What could he possibly do? Break through level twenty already? If he's really a Great Spirit Master, I'll eat my martial spirit!"
"Yan, you—!"
Su Linfeng only chuckled softly, not bothering to respond. Yan's personality was exactly as he remembered—brash, headstrong, solving everything with brute force, utterly lacking in strategy or patience.
He didn't intend to waste more time.
Under countless watching eyes, a blaze of fiery light erupted from Su Linfeng's body.
His appearance shifted—the black hair atop his head turned crimson, and behind him manifested the shadow of a jet-black, three-legged crow—the Three-Legged Golden Crow Martial Spirit.
Its golden pupils blazed like suns, staring down the Golden Generation. Flames of dazzling gold flared from its feathers, burning with divine majesty.
From Su Linfeng's feet, two spirit rings slowly rose—one yellow, one purple.
Two rings! A Great Spirit Master!
The entire arena was stunned into silence. The golden flames already dazzled the crowd, but when their eyes fell upon that second purple spirit ring, the atmosphere froze completely.
"That's…"
Dean Salatu's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
Even the usually composed teachers of Wuhun Academy lost their composure, their faces filled with disbelief.
Because they all knew—spirit rings were bound by strict age limits.
The maximum age a Spirit Master or Great Spirit Master could endure was 423 years for the first ring, and only 764 years for the second. Even a Spirit Elder could only withstand spirit rings up to 1,760 years.
This wasn't just theory—it was the proven limit established through countless experiments across the Douluo Continent.
Yet before them stood a boy at level 21, with a millennium-second spirit ring.
Even Dean Salatu couldn't stop himself from sucking in a sharp breath.
Hu Liena and the others were even more shaken. The silence of hundreds of people pressing down on the plaza was suffocating—they could even hear their own heartbeats.
"Level 21, Assault-type Great Spirit Master," Su Linfeng said lightly. "Please."
Numb.
The entire academy plaza was numb.
That purple ring glowed so brilliantly that many rubbed their eyes over and over, suspecting it was an illusion. But when they realized it was real, the sheer pressure of that millisecond ring was like a giant hand squeezing their chests.
"This is impossible…"
Yan's face turned dark. He had just sworn to eat his martial spirit—yet now reality slapped him across the face. "I don't believe it! Martial Spirit Possession!"
Unable to accept such humiliation, Yan erupted.
His body swelled, transforming into a nearly three-meter-tall flaming monster.
His martial spirit was the Flame Lord—a beast spirit resembling a demon risen from hell, complete with twisted horns. Unlike ordinary fire-type spirits, the Flame Lord boasted not only devastating offense but also terrifying defense.
"Yan! Don't be reckless!" Hu Liena cried.
But it was too late—he had already charged forward.
That was Yan's way.
Even if his spirit rings or spirit power were inferior, he believed the innate quality of his top-tier martial spirit would make up the gap. And with so many eyes on him, he couldn't afford to lose face.
But he had overestimated himself.
Though Su Linfeng felt the pressure from Yan's towering flame form, he didn't retreat. Instead, he clenched his fist and met Yan's blazing punch head-on.
A golden flame instantly surged over Su Linfeng's fist, writhing like a serpent, blazing like a dragon, bursting forth with terrifying momentum.
The air boiled. Moisture evaporated in an instant.
BOOM!
Their fists collided. The explosion of force shook the air, golden fire consuming the Flame Lord's magma-like flames. Shards of stone-like skin cracked and burst from Yan's arm.
The boy who had charged like a cannonball was blasted backward like one, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
"So strong…"
That was the only thought echoing in the hearts of Hu Liena and the others.
Yan's Flame Lord was a top-tier martial spirit—normally, even a Spirit Elder wouldn't dare clash with it head-on. Yet Su Linfeng had not only met it directly but had overpowered it.
But this wasn't the time for them to gape.
"Together! Xu Yu!" Hu Liena was the first to react. "Martial Spirit Possession!"
Behind her, a fluffy crimson fox tail unfurled. A faint red glow shimmered around her as her amber eyes flashed.
Touching her lips with a slender finger, her childish voice carried a honeyed tone that tugged at the soul.
"First Spirit Skill—Charm."
Charm.
A control skill triggered through vision and sound, effective on both genders, forcibly stunning opponents for 3–5 seconds.
Su Linfeng snapped his eyes shut, but not fast enough—the haze of confusion briefly clouded his mind.
And in that instant, the others moved.
"First Spirit Skill—Radiant Mark!"
Xu Yu's golden scepter blazed as his first ring lit up, three beams of golden light streaking into Zhang Ping, Li Kai, and Sun Chuantao.
Radiant Scepter—Speed Amplification.
His skill boosted the trio's movement speed by 25% and attack speed by 20%, lasting ten seconds.
In a blink, their figures vanished from sight.
The next instant, they appeared around Su Linfeng—left, right, and rear—striking simultaneously.
From Hu Liena's control, to Xu Yu's support, to the coordinated assault of three warriors, all timed within Su Linfeng's forced stun—flawless execution.