Chapter 73: Fury thunder (Patreon)

"Calling you 'teacher' is still acceptable."
After addressing her as such, Lu Feng couldn't help but let out a helpless chuckle.

"Good, very good… Hehe~"
Liu Erlong let out a satisfied, melodious laugh—one so captivating it could make a man's heart race.
There was a subtle, teasing undertone to it that Lu Feng found particularly hard to resist.

"So, my dear student, should I teach you combat skills first… or should we have a kiss?"

There it was.
No pretense. No beating around the bush.
Blunt, bold, and shamelessly direct.

Ever since last night, she had been hung up on one thing—drinking his blood to enhance her martial soul.
Or maybe… she just hadn't gotten enough of him that day?
Probably both.

At the very least, with someone as straightforward as President Liu, her thoughts were the easiest to read out of any woman Lu Feng had met.

Lu Feng spread his hands.
"It's class time. You're the teacher—you decide."

But once night falls…

Liu Erlong tilted her smooth chin with subtle arrogance, her big breasts lifting as she spoke with proud clarity:
"Of course, I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm asking myself."

Lu Feng: "…"

Before he could even respond—
His gorgeous teacher suddenly jumped at him, grabbed him, and tossed him over her shoulder like he weighed nothing.
Her soft body pressed against him, her curves firm under his touch.
Her leather-clad legs tensed and she shot through the air like a cannonball.

What the hell—
Am I really so weak that you have to carry me like this?
I can fly, you know.
And I'm not even that much slower than you.

But he didn't get the chance to say any of that.
…Not that he wanted to anymore.
Because honestly this wasn't so bad.

It was just her way of showing affection.
The faint fragrance of her body drifted into his senses, and naturally, his hands didn't hesitate to wrap around her in return.


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A short while later…

Liu Erlong arrived at a secluded valley, where a waterfall cascaded down into a crystal-clear pool.
The scenery was breathtaking.

She let Lu Feng down—
Then immediately shot him a strange look, her willow-like brows furrowing slightly.
"You… really…?"

Lu Feng shrugged.
"You're the one who carried me like that. I was completely passive."

Liu Erlong could only blame herself for being careless.
She had carried him to move faster—this was her first time hauling a man around, and she hadn't considered that certain parts of their bodies shouldn't be pressed together so freely.
She couldn't exactly fault him for it.

Trying to mask her fluster, she put on a stern face.
"Still calling me 'you'? It's Teacher."

"Yes, Teacher."
Lu Feng grinned, playing along obediently.
His motto? Take the win, don't push your luck.


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"Take a deep breath. Calm your mind and adjust your body."
Liu Erlong crossed her arms.
"I'll teach you combat techniques first. My expertise is in frontal assault—and your mutated Golden-Winged Heavenly Roc martial soul is also offense-oriented, so this should be useful for you."

Last night at the Great Spirit Arena, she had watched Lu Feng wield his blazing Golden-Winged Heavenly Roc.
In some ways, it resembled her own variant Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—both were fire-enhanced, both were power-focused.
That meant she actually had something to teach him.

She wouldn't say it out loud, but deep down, she knew—Lu Feng had done so much for her.
He had turned her life around, pulling her out of despair and into the brilliance she now enjoyed.

She wanted to repay him with everything she had… but Lu Feng never asked for anything.
Now, she finally had the chance.
She could help the Alliance Leader grow stronger.

Even if her efforts only made the slightest difference—even if they ended up being futile—even if it cost her something, she would still do it.
She had to.

As for the little thrill of playing the role of his teacher? That was just a bonus.
And the unexpected boost to her martial soul after tasting his blood? An even bigger surprise.

But even without those two perks, she would have come to Shrek Academy to teach him.
After over a decade as an instructor, she knew a thing or two about passing on knowledge.


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"Understood, Teacher. But my Golden-Winged Heavenly Roc isn't a mutation—it's an evolution."

"Evolution?"
Her eyes gleamed.
"Hmm… You're my lucky star. Maybe if I take another bite of you… my martial soul might evolve too."

Liu Erlong wasn't entirely sure whether it was his blood or something else that had strengthened her martial soul.
She needed to… experiment further.

Lu Feng rubbed his nose, smirking.
"If Teacher wants her martial soul to evolve, one bite probably won't cut it. We might need to… delve deeper into the matter."

"What do you mean by 'delve deeper'?"

"Ahem…"
He cleared his throat innocently.
"I'm saying I'm willing to dedicate everything to help Teacher achieve evolution."

"Good answer."
She smirked.
"But 'everything' might be excessive. Just… we'll discuss specifics later. For now—pay close attention. Class is starting."

With a flash of crimson light, Liu Erlong unleashed her Blazing Fire Dragon martial soul, seven soul rings rising from her feet in rapid succession.


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"A true offensive fighter must carry killing intent in their attacks—only then can they unleash their full power."
"Third Soul Skill: Fury Thunder!"
"Fourth Soul Skill: Bloodthirsty Inferno!"


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"Once you attain your Martial Soul True Body, the power of your soul skills will skyrocket. Sometimes, the skills themselves even transform. Against a formidable opponent, hesitation is death. The best defense is overwhelming offense."
"Seventh Soul Skill: Crimson Dragon True Body!"

As she demonstrated each technique, she meticulously broke down the principles—never skipping a detail.

She was the Slaughter Horn of the Golden Iron Triangle—a title earned through relentless, uncompromising offense.
Her combat style was pure aggression, unmatched in ferocity.

A notorious "Female Tyrant Dragon," she fought with mad desperation—killing intent so overwhelming that battles only ended in death or surrender.

This was why even Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo, dared not underestimate her—despite her being only a Soul Sage.
She was also the only Soul Sage in Heaven Dou City capable of founding and running a top-tier, officially recognized Spirit Master academy.

(Meanwhile, Shrek Academy couldn't even establish itself in Suotuo City, let alone Heaven Dou—and it wasn't even a licensed institution.)


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When it came to raw offensive power, technique, and experience, Flender was no match for Liu Erlong.
And as for Yu Xiaogang, with his farting mutant pig-dog martial soul? Pathetic.


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Martial Souls Reflect the Heart

The direction of a martial soul's mutation—and the evolution of its soul skills—are tied to the user's nature.

Some people's core personality is set from childhood, especially in the early-maturing world of Douluo Continent.

Yu Xiaogang?

A scheming, cold-blooded hypocrite.
His martial soul mutated into a stunted, flatulent beast—perhaps proof that he was no better than swine.

In the Golden Iron Triangle:

Liu Erlong charged headfirst into battle.
Flender provided support.

Yu Xiaogang? He hid in the back, reaping the rewards—and ultimately ruining Liu Erlong's life.

With his cunning intellect, he knew exactly what kind of person she was—and how she would react.

Everything had gone according to his calculations.

What he didn't know?

Lu Feng was quietly unraveling all of his plans.


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Back to Training

After demonstrating her techniques, Liu Erlong began personally instructing Lu Feng.

In the original timeline, whether it was Yu Xiaogang or Flender teaching combat, they'd just mumble a few pointers before tossing students into the Great Spirit Arena to "learn through experience."

But Teacher Liu?

She handled the lessons herself.

Through direct sparring, Lu Feng could absorb high-level combat insights in a fraction of the time.


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Lu Feng had mixed feelings about the training.

On one hand, Liu Erlong was an exceptional instructor—patient, precise, and utterly dedicated to honing his skills.

On the other?

She hit like a runaway siege engine.

Even holding back—limiting herself to her third soul ring and a fraction of her strength—her attacks were terrifying.
A single Fury Thunder strike felt like getting hit by a cannonball.

He wouldn't die.
But damn, did it hurt.

And no, he wasn't about to waste his Peerless Douluo Experience Card just to avoid a few bruises. That trump card was too precious.