Epic Transformation: The Dragon Master Who Defies the Divine

Chapter 122: Truly Arrogant

Ding!!

[Detected that the host is currently facing ridicule and doubt from second-year students at the same school. A new challenge mission has been issued by the system!]

[Mission Content: Prove yourself! Overcome all doubts under the public's gaze! Defeat all challengers!]

[Mission Reward: Diamond Chest ×1; Luck Potion ×1.]

[Mission Penalty: Randomly lose one S-level skill.]

[Please strive to complete the mission!]

Huh!?

Another mission triggered!

In such a short time, two missions were triggered!

But this is expected.

When the system issued the mission to achieve excellent results in the Global Competition, Qin Fan already knew he would be doubted and ridiculed.

After all, no matter how strong he was, in their eyes, he was still just a freshman.

It was normal for them to think he wasn't qualified to represent Heaven-Supporting Academy.

Now, Qin Fan, who usually hates clichéd drama, had to thank these second-year students for their provocation and doubt.

Why?

If it weren’t for their doubts and provocations, how could the system issue two missions in a row?

The key is that this mission seems to offer little reward, only a diamond chest, but the ‘Luck Potion’ is an amazing mystical elixir!

Qin Fan hadn’t forgotten his crazy success in enchanting and forging the other day!

It was enough to show how unreasonable this potion was!

Once consumed, your luck would soar!

Even if you enchanted with your eyes closed, you could succeed 100%, triggering the highest luck multiplier rewards!

If Qin Fan hadn't run out of enchanting materials that day, he would have shown everyone what a "ten-fold rainbow" looked like!

Without further thought.

After hearing the words broadcasted throughout the school.

Qin Fan sneered coldly and headed toward Arena One.

Soon…

When Qin Fan appeared at the entrance of the arena.

He found that at least a thousand people had already gathered inside!

Both first and second-year students were present!

All were here to watch the excitement!

"This guy..."

"Really dares to come!"

"Alright! He’s a man! For this alone, I’ll go easy on him when I beat him up later!"

Although many second-year students hadn’t seen Qin Fan before, they recognized him immediately upon seeing his tall, cool figure!

He was too conspicuous.

With a height of 1.8 meters, a slender and well-proportioned strong body, and unparalleled handsome features.

Combined with his cold and indifferent demeanor, as well as the suffocating aura around him, everyone present instinctively identified him as 'Qin Fan.'

It had to be him!!

"You have to admit, this freshman looks pretty intimidating."

"Come on! He’s just putting on a show now; later, he’ll probably get beaten to a pulp by Sheng-ge and the others!"

"If that happens, the dean and teachers will be embarrassed for choosing him."

"Hahahaha..."

These second-year students jeered at Qin Fan.

Meanwhile, the first-year students responded with enthusiastic applause and support.

"Damn! Fan-ge! My god! You finally showed up!"

"Where are those two little dragon cubs? Quickly summon them to show these second-year idiots!"

"I came just to see the Holy Dragon; Qin Fan doesn’t need it to beat us, but against these second-year top geniuses, he should use the dragons, right?"

"I'm here to cheer for Fan-ge!"

"Beat them up!"

The loud support from the first-year students drowned out the jeers from the second-year students, leaving the latter confused.

These first-year newbies...

They couldn’t seriously believe Qin Fan contracted a Holy Dragon, could they?

Fooling themselves?

It's worth mentioning...

Xu Niannian, Bai Wushuang, Fang Tairan, and others also came to watch the show.

Since the last battle, Bai Wushuang's once arrogant and proud demeanor had significantly diminished. Even the little dragon perched on his shoulder shrank in fear upon seeing the tall figure on the arena.

Clearly traumatized.

Xu Niannian turned and asked, "Bai Wushuang, Fang Tairan, how much chance do you think Qin Fan has against these second-year students, who are over level 50?"

Bai Wushuang and Fang Tairan turned to look at her with an expression that seemed to ask: How could you ask such a stupid question?

Xu Niannian: “...”

Well...

It seemed her question was indeed a bit stupid.

…

Xue Sheng, equally tall and handsome, watched the indifferent figure walking into the arena and squinted his dark eyes, gripping the black sword hanging from his waist.

"Sheng-ge, there's no need for you to deal with such trash!"

"I’ll handle him!"

At this moment, a calm second-year student beside him said.

His name was Weng Hong, level 50 second-tier, Explosive Flame Mage.

As one of Xue Sheng's most loyal lackeys, he naturally stood up in such situations to relieve his big brother’s worries.

"I don’t want him to leave this arena standing."

Xue Sheng placed his hand on his sword, lightly instructed, then turned to sit in the front row of the audience.

Receiving the instructions, Weng Hong showed a cruel smile, promising, "Don’t worry, Sheng-ge. If this kid leaves without a single intact piece of skin, I'll take his surname!"

At this moment.

As Qin Fan calmly walked onto the arena.

The staff, who had been waiting for a while, activated the holographic screens, ensuring everyone had a clear view.

Simultaneously, an energy shield rose around the arena to contain any skill collisions.

"You must be Qin Fan?"

"Trash like you isn't worth..."

Weng Hong’s words were cut off.

The cold and stern youth in front of him impatiently waved his hand, interrupting him.

"Cut the crap, if you want to fight, let's fight now!"

"Or you can all come at me together! I’m in a hurry!"

When Qin Fan’s impatient voice fell.

Hiss!!

The audience couldn’t help but gasp.

Damn!

This guy was truly arrogant!

"Fine! If I don’t burn you beyond recognition later, it’ll be because you’ve got thick skin!"

Weng Hong was thoroughly enraged.

Damn it!

He was being underestimated!

"Both sides, prepare! The duel will start after a five-second countdown!"

The arena manager raised his hand, signaling both sides to prepare for battle.

At this moment.

Xue Sheng in the audience had already closed his eyes.

As if the outcome of the duel was already known and didn’t require his attention.

Under the eager and excited gazes of the crowd.

The five-second countdown finally came to an end.