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Chapter 106 - Training New Team Members

The morning sun cast a clean, sharp light across the manicured training grounds of the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy. The air was still and cool, carrying the scent of cut grass and the faint, distant hum of the capital city waking up. For the newly formed Emperor Team, however, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful. It was thick with a tension that was almost a physical presence, a mixture of pride, uncertainty, and simmering resentment.

 

Zhang Tian stood with Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, a calm, unified island in this sea of uncertain faces. Before them were the four remaining members who would form their new squad: Dugu Yan, her seductive beauty a stark contrast to the cold calculation in her eyes; Ye Lingling, a quiet, ethereal presence behind her veil; Shi Mò, a mountain of stoic muscle; and Yu Feng, his handsome face a mask of barely concealed pride.

 

"Good morning," Zhang Tian began, his voice calm but carrying an authority that instantly drew all eyes. It was a voice that did not shout, but commanded attention nonetheless. "From today, our training as a team begins. I took the liberty of gathering information on all of you from your recent battles in the Great Spirit Arena."

 

He looked at each of them in turn, his gaze sharp and analytical, as if he were seeing not just their present selves, but the very framework of their power.

 

"Yu Feng," he started, his gaze settling on the handsome, wind-attribute user. "Your speed is excellent, your Wind Chime Bird spirit grants you unparalleled aerial mobility. However, you engage ground targets in predictable diving patterns, making you vulnerable to counter-attacks."

 

He then turned to the hulking Shi Mò, "Your defense is formidable. The Black Turtle is a wall. But you are static. You wait for the attack to come to you, ceding all initiative to your opponent. A true defender controls the space around him and chooses the attack he should defend against that can be useful for his teammates."

 

His eyes found the quiet, veiled healer. "Ye Lingling. Your Nine Heart Flowering Apple is a legendary healing spirit. Your restorative power is unquestionable. But you are a stationary target. You stand at the back without much movement, being a beacon for any agile-type spirit masters with half a brain. Your positioning and lack of movement on arena is a fatal liability."

 

Finally, his gaze rested on Dugu Yan. "And Dugu Yan. Your Jade Phosphorus Dragon is a magnificent evolution. But you still fight like a control-type Spirit Master. You rely on your poison and your spirit abilities from a distance. You are not using the immense physical power, the draconic constitution, that your new spirit has granted you."

 

He let his assessment hang in the air, a series of blunt, undeniable truths that left no room for argument. "Your individual strengths are notable, but your weaknesses and lack of coordination are glaring. If we are to win the Continental Tournament, you will listen to my instructions without question."

 

A tense silence followed his declaration. It was Yu Feng who finally broke it. He took a half-step forward, his posture rigid with defiance.

 

"With all due respect," Yu Feng said, his voice tight. "Not even our former captain, Yu Tianheng, would try to force his training methods on us. We have always respected each other's autonomy under his leadership. What makes you think you know better than our former captain?"

 

Before Zhang Tian could reply, a sweet, musical, and incredibly sharp laugh cut through the air.

 

"Oh, that's adorable!" Ning Rongrong said, stepping forward. A brilliant, happy smile was on her face, but her eyes were as hard as diamonds. She looked Yu Feng up and down with a look of pitying amusement. "You're talking about the same captain who was just beaten by my husband, right? The one who couldn't even land a solid hit on my husband?"

 

She giggled, a sound that was both beautiful and incredibly condescending. "Listen, Yu Feng, my hubby's strategies are the reason our Treasure Silver Civet team was undefeated. Not once. You can stick to your old 'methods' and keep getting second place, or you can listen to a real winner and maybe learn something new for a change."

 

The verbal slap was so direct, so unexpected, that Yu Feng just stared at her, his face flushing a deep, furious red.

 

Zhu Zhuqing, a silent, beautiful shadow beside her fiancé, added her own cold, final nail in the coffin. "Pride is a luxury for those who can afford it," she said, her voice a low, smooth murmur that was somehow more intimidating than any shout. "We fought more than forty matches in a month and won them all. The 'Treasure Silver Civet' has a perfect record. The Emperor Team does not. The results speak for themselves. Argue using facts, not with emotions or vague feelings."

 

The four new teammates exchanged uneasy glances. The absolute, unwavering faith the two girls had in their fiancé was a palpable, powerful thing. They had no counter-argument.

 

Zhang Tian just smiled. "Your individual training will be tailored to your needs," he repeated, as if the interruption had never happened. He looked at Ye Lingling. "Let's begin. Ye Lingling, you will spend your mornings with Rongrong. She will teach you the fundamentals of spirit power control. A support type must first learn to protect herself."

 

He then turned to Dugu Yan. "Dugu Yan. Your first task is to break past Shi Mò's defensive spirit abilities using only your physical strikes. No poison. No spirit ring abilities. Just the raw, physical power of your new dragon spirit."

 

His gaze settled on the last two. "Shi Mò, you will work on your defensive timing against Dugu Yan. And Yu Feng, you and I will take to the skies. I will be personally teaching you how to truly utilize your aerial advantage."

 

The training began. Ning Rongrong led a willing and genuine Ye Lingling to a quiet corner of the field.

 

"The first step," Ning Rongrong explained, her voice patient and surprisingly gentle, "is to feel your spirit power not as a tool for casting, but as a part of your own body. Like an extra limb. It's not about how much you have, but how finely you can control it." She demonstrated, a faint, nine-colored light enveloping her hand. "Like this. Feel it. Command it to protect you."

 

Ye Lingling watched, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and a deep, academic curiosity. "To use spirit power… for defense? Directly? Without a spirit ring ability like you use?" she asked, her voice a soft, quiet sound. "To be honest…I have never heard of such a thing for a support master."

 

Ning Rongrong just smiled, a hint of her usual, proud arrogance in her expression. "That's because you've never had a teacher like my Zhang Tian," she said. "Now, try. It will be difficult. It will take you many, many months to even ensure you have use your spirit power defensively. But we have time."

 

Ye Lingling just nodded, her expression serious and determined.

 

Meanwhile, Zhang Tian began to instruct Dugu Yan. He moved with a fluid, powerful grace, demonstrating a simple, close-combat evasive maneuver. "The key is in your hips," he explained, his voice calm and even. "Your power comes from your core. You have a dragon spirit now, Dugu Yan. You must learn to move like one."

 

Dugu Yan attempted to mimic the move. She was graceful, her body a masterpiece of mature, seductive curves. But as she pivoted, she "accidentally" stumbled, her body falling directly against his. Her full, soft breasts pressed against his arm, and her hand landed on his chest for support, her fingers brushing against the hard, chiseled lines of his pectoral muscles.

 

"Oh, I am so sorry, Zhang Tian," she said, her voice a breathy, apologetic murmur. She looked up at him through her long, dark lashes, her eyes holding a secret, triumphant light. "I seem to be a little clumsy. Perhaps… perhaps you could guide me more closely?"

 

Before Zhang Tian could even respond, a cold presence was suddenly between them.

 

"Your footwork is wrong, Dugu Yan," Zhu Zhuqing's voice was a blade of ice. She had moved with a silent, impossible speed, her own sexy, voluptuous body a breathtaking sight even when covered in an elegant, loose-fitting training outfit. "You're putting your weight on your heel. It's a novice mistake."

 

She demonstrated the move with a cold, flawless precision that left no room for error, or for any… accidental contact. She then turned her dark, possessive eyes on Zhang Tian. "I will handle this, hubby. You should focus on Yu Feng. He requires your full attention."

 

Her meaning was clear. She then took over Dugu Yan's training, her dark eyes a silent, possessive warning.

 

Dugu Yan let out a faint, almost inaudible sigh of dissatisfaction, her first, carefully orchestrated attempt at seduction effortlessly, and completely, foiled.

 

The new Shrek Academy was a respectable, if somewhat unremarkable, institution. Its gates were sturdy, its grounds well-maintained, and the air was filled with the sounds of diligent, if not exceptionally talented, students. It was to this place that three defeated, humiliated, and furiously ambitious young men arrived.

 

Yu Tianheng, Osler, and Shi Mò were met at the gates by a guard. After a brief, and slightly confusing, explanation of their purpose, they were led to the Dean's office.

 

They found Flender and Yu Xiaogang in the middle of a strategic discussion, their brows furrowed in a familiar, academic concentration.

 

"Uncle," Yu Tianheng said, his voice tight with a barely controlled rage as he looked at Yu Xiaogang. The word was a formal, respectful address, but the fury in his eyes was anything but.

 

He did not waste time with pleasantries. The story came pouring out of him, a torrent of humiliation and a burning, all-consuming desire for revenge. He recounted the entire, humiliating tale of their defeat and replacement on the Emperor Team.

 

"That Zhang Tian," he snarled, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white. "He and his two women… they took our spots. They humiliated me." He took a deep, shuddering breath. "I have left the Imperial Academy. I wish to join your Shrek Academy. I will fight in the Grand Tournament. And I will have my revenge."

 

Yu Xiaogang's face, which had been a mask of grim, academic focus, slowly, inevitably, broke into a rare, and incredibly satisfied smile. He had been worrying about the weakness of his team's lineup, about their lack of a true, top-tier power attacker to match the likes of Zhang Tian. And now, his own, incredibly talented nephew, a genius with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit, had just been delivered to his doorstep. It was a gift from the heavens.

 

"Of course, you may join," Yu Xiaogang said, his voice a calm, confident sound. He stood up and walked around the desk, placing a hand on his nephew's shoulder. He looked at the three of them, his eyes gleaming with a new, ambitious light.

 

"Do not worry," he said, his voice a low, promising murmur. "Your defeat was not due to a lack of strength. It was due to a lack of proper guidance. That Zhang Tian is clever, yes. But his methods are unorthodox, flashy, and lack a true, theoretical foundation. They are parlour tricks."

 

He looked at them, his gaze direct and unwavering. "Here, you will learn the true path to power. I will analyze their every battle. I will devise a strategy that will not only counter them but will utterly dismantle them. When you face them in the tournament, they will find that their flashy skills are no match for true, systematic mastery. You will not just defeat them; you will expose them as frauds. I promise you this."

 

His promises were grand, empty, and exactly what the three proud, humiliated young men needed to hear. Their own ambitions, their own desire for revenge, made them blind to the arrogant, theoretical nature of his boasts. They readily, eagerly, and completely, believed him. The new, and much stronger, Shrek team had just been born.

 

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Four days passed in a blur of intense, focused training. The new Emperor Team was slowly, painstakingly, beginning to find its rhythm. The mornings were a crucible of drills, and the afternoons were dedicated to tactical analysis. Zhang Tian, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing were a constant, mysterious, and powerful presence.

 

They drilled their new teammates relentlessly on teamwork, on strategy, on coordination. The initial reluctance from Yu Feng and the others had been hammered into a grudging respect. It was impossible to argue with the trio's flawless execution and the undeniable improvements they were seeing in their own capabilities.

 

But the three of them never revealed their own, true abilities.

 

Their black Spirit Rings, their self-created skills, their Purple Demon Eyes… they all remained hidden. The new members understood. They were a team, yes. But they were not yet a family. The trust was not yet there.

 

On the afternoon of the fourth day, the time had come.

 

Zhang Tian found his two fiancées in their private garden, lounging on a stone bench under the shade of a fragrant osmanthus tree.

 

"My loves," he began, his voice a casual, almost offhand sound, "I think I will be going out for a bit to go and mess with that arrogant Grandmaster, and that pathetic Tang San, a little more."

 

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up. She sat up straight, her previous languor gone, replaced by a spark of vicious glee.

 

"Ooh, already?" she chirped. "Weren't you satisfied by messing with them last week and making that Tang San absorb three white Spirit Rings for that second spirit of his! Go, hubby! This time, make that arrogant Grandmaster so angry he pulls his own hair out! And make that Tang San cry even more! Make him regret ever being born!"

 

"Be safe," Zhu Zhuqing added, her own voice a low, warm murmur. A small, cruel, and beautiful smile touched her lips. "And be thorough."

 

He kissed them both, a long, lingering promise of his swift return, and then he was gone.

 

He flew through the sky by using the Flight Ability of his Right Leg Spirit Bone of the Blue Silver Empress, his movements a silent, invisible blur. His presence was completely concealed by the power of his Blood Silver Domain. He reached the familiar, quiet grounds of the new Shrek Academy in a matter of hours. He made his way directly to the secluded, lonely wooden cabin by the edge of the lake.

 

He entered without a sound, a ghost in the shadows. He moved past the simple, rustic living room and made his way to Liu Erlong's private chamber.

 

He found her on the bed. She was wearing a simple, grey dress, but her underwear was gone. Her hand was a blur of motion between her legs, four of her slender fingers buried deep inside her own, wet pussy. The heavy, dark metal chains were still shackled around her wrists, a testament to her desperate, hopeful obedience.

 

"Mmmph… ahh… yes…" she moaned, her voice a raw, ragged sound of pure and frustratingly unmet need. Her hips bucked against her own hand, a desperate, frantic rhythm.

 

"It's not enough…" she whimpered to herself, her eyes squeezed shut in a mask of pure, frustrated agony. "My fingers… they're not enough. They feel so empty. I need him. I need his dick. I need Zhang Tian…"

 

Her degradation was a beautiful, satisfying thing.

 

A slow, evil chuckle echoed in the quiet room.

 

Her eyes snapped open. He was there. Standing in her doorway, a handsome, powerful, and terrifyingly amused predator.

 

She didn't think. She didn't hesitate. She scrambled from the bed, her dress in disarray, her hand still slick with her own essence, and she rushed to him. She fell to her knees at his feet and grabbed his hand, pressing it to her wet, desperate face.

 

"Please," she begged, her voice a choked, broken sound. Her fiery eyes shone with a mixture of shame, desperation, and a raw, all-consuming lust. "Please, Zhang Tian. Put your dick in my pussy. Please. I am going crazy. I need you."

 

He just looked down at her, a slow, lazy, and incredibly satisfied smile on his handsome face. He enjoyed seeing this proud, powerful Spirit Saint so completely broken for him.

 

"First," he commanded, his voice a low, deep rumble, "you will strip. I want to see my whore. Naked."

 

In her desperate, mindless state, she did not even register the insult. She just heard the promise in his voice. Her hands went to the fabric of her grey dress, her movements frantic. She didn't bother with buttons or seams. She just pulled, her Spirit Saint's strength, even suppressed, enough to tear the simple cloth.

 

RIIIP!

 

The sound was a sharp, satisfying punctuation to her surrender. She tore the dress from her body, casting the ruined rags aside. She stood before him, completely naked, her magnificent, powerful, and voluptuous body exposed to his cold, appraising gaze.

 

"Now," he said, gesturing with his chin. "My trousers."

 

She crawled to him on her hands and knees, her magnificent, heavy breasts swaying with each movement. Her trembling hands moved to his waistband. She fumbled with the buttons, her fingers clumsy with a mixture of haste and a strange, new reverence. She pulled his trousers down, freeing his magnificent erection.

 

It sprang free, a sight that made her breath catch in her throat. It was impossibly, brutally large, far thicker and longer than any she had ever imagined. The swollen, pink head was already slick with pre-cum, a single, clear pearl of his desire.

 

She just stared at it, her eyes wide. The raw fear she had felt the first time she had seen it was gone, replaced by something else. A deep, profound, and almost worshipful awe. Her eyes now held a strange, new light. A light of… love.

 

'It's so beautiful,' she thought, her mind a dizzying, wonderful haze. 'So powerful. This is the thing that can give me so much pleasure. The thing that belongs to the man who holds my future in his hands.'

 

Without a command, without a single word from him, her lust took over. She leaned forward, her movements slow, reverent. Her tongue, a hesitant, shy thing at first, darted out and licked the tip of his cock.

 

A sharp, guttural hiss was torn from Zhang Tian's throat. His body went rigid, his hand clenching into a fist at his side. He had expected to command her, to force her. This willing, eager act of worship… it was a thousand times more arousing.

 

She tasted him, and the foreign, musky flavor was a jolt to her senses. It was the taste of him. The taste of power. And she loved it. Her shyness melted away. She began to lick him with a newfound, confident skill, her tongue tracing the crown of his large pinkish head, lapping at every drop of his essence. Her fiery red hair brushed against his inner thighs, a soft, tickling sensation that drove him wild.

 

She showed a surprising amount of talent, her mouth and tongue a symphony of pleasure. She took just the head into her mouth, suckling gently, her lips a soft, warm cage.

 

'She's a natural,' Zhang Tian thought, his own mind a dizzying haze of pure, overwhelming pleasure. 'All that repressed passion… she was born for this.' He tangled his hands in her fiery red hair, a low, appreciative groan rumbling in his chest.

 

He let her pleasure him for a few, long, agonizing minutes. He felt his own release beginning to build, a hot, tight knot low in his belly. But he was in control. He wanted more. He wanted all of her.

 

She finally stopped. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to the head of his dick.

 

She then crawled a few feet away and laid on the rough, wooden floor. She spread her legs wide, her magnificent, voluptuous body a beautiful, open invitation.

 

She used her fingers to part the lips of her own, dripping wet pussy.

 

"Now, Master?" she begged, her voice a hoarse, desperate sound. "Please? I've been a good girl. I've used my mouth to lick and worship your magnificent dick. Now please, fuck me like you did last week. Destroy my pussy. Fuck me like you own me. Fill me up."

 

Instead of fulfilling her request, Zhang Tian stared at her calmly.

 

"Tell me," he said, his voice a calm, almost casual sound that was a stark, jarring contrast to the raw, carnal scene before him. "Did you give those pills to your lover?"

 

She nodded, her eyes still glazed with lust, her hips giving a small, impatient buck. "Yes," she panted. "He was very happy. He used the two Stormbolt Spirit Pills. His Luo Sanpao… it is much stronger now. He says he will need just a bit more than forty more pills to complete its evolution. The two Heavenly Water Pills… he gave them to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun to enhance their Spirit Power and also their talent."

 

She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "But I don't want to talk about them now. I don't want the pills. I just… I just want you. Your dick. Please, Zhang Tian. Please, fuck me."

 

He looked down at her, at the beautiful, powerful Spirit Saint who was now a begging, desperate slut at his feet, and a deep, satisfied chuckle rumbled in his chest.

 

"You have become a very good whore, Liu Erlong," he purred. "You have realized your true position."

 

He then reached down and pulled her to her feet. "And for your good behavior," he said, his voice a low, promising growl, "you will be rewarded."

 

He pushed her onto her back on the rough, wooden floor. He knelt between her spread legs. And with a single, deep, powerful thrust, he drove his magnificent, hard dick deep inside her wet, waiting pussy, all the way to her sweet, sensitive core.

 

"AHHH!" she screamed, her voice a high, keening sound of pure and very satisfying bliss as her first, powerful orgasm ripped through her.

 

He moved to her magnificent, heavy breasts, his mouth finding her hard, erect nipple, his tongue and teeth a delightful, exquisite torment. And then, he began to fuck her, his rhythm hard, fast, and relentlessly, beautifully rough.

 

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