Divine Choice System of Douluo

At this moment, the cafeteria of Notting College fell into a dead silence.

Countless students watched, dumbfounded, as Yu Chen stood calmly at the center of the wreckage, quietly withdrawing his soul power.

After defeating Yang Ming, Yu Chen's spirit power had actually broken through yet again—he had now reached level 17 soul power!

Such terrifying cultivation speed would leave any soul master on the continent stupefied!

"Who dares cause trouble in the academy!?"

The heavy voice broke the silence. Yu Xiaogang, along with several academy instructors, stepped into the cafeteria, their brows tightly furrowed.

Clearly, they had been drawn by the earlier commotion.

"Teachers, it's the formal students! They were bullying us poor students again… but Brother Chen stood up for us!"

Chen Rui rushed over and explained urgently, giving his own account of events.

"What?!"

"The Master's younger brother fought off so many senior students?! Even Yang Ming lost?"

"Could it be that the Master's brother is innately full of soul power? No—just innate full soul power wouldn't make him this strong!"

The teachers were already aware that Yu Chen was Yu Xiaogang's younger brother. But looking at the miserable senior students still groaning on the floor, their expressions twisted with disbelief. It was like witnessing something supernatural.

Yu Chen was only twelve—he had only recently awakened his martial soul. Yet his strength had already surpassed these senior students by a terrifying margin!

"Take them all to the infirmary!"

Yu Xiaogang had paused in shock, but quickly recovered.

He was one of the few who had a slight understanding of just how terrifying Yu Chen's martial soul was. His younger brother's mutated martial soul stood atop the Ninth-Rank Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon! Not to mention, his first spirit ring was a ten-thousand-year spirit ring!

The instructors, hearing Yu Xiaogang's order, moved quickly to carry out the wounded.

"Yu Chen! I'll never let this go!"

Yang Ming, who had been reduced to a bruised and swollen mess, lay on a stretcher. His voice was hoarse and filled with hatred.

With the teachers present, the crowd quickly dispersed, though not without lingering whispers.

"Xiao Chen," Yu Xiaogang approached quietly once things calmed, "Your martial soul and spirit ring combination… I've researched almost all recorded martial souls across the continent, but I've never seen anything like yours."

"This has to be a gift from heaven."

"Your talent is monstrous. I'll draft a personalized training regimen for you immediately."

Yu Chen nodded solemnly. "Thank you, Brother."

Yu Xiaogang's tone turned cautious. "Also… Yang Ming's father, Yang Xiong, is an affiliated combat instructor here. He's at level 29 soul power and extremely protective. Since you injured his son… be cautious."

After giving this warning, Yu Xiaogang returned to the office to begin preparing a cultivation plan for Yu Chen.

"Brother Chen, you're amazing! You solo'd all those senior students!"

"I saw you slap four of them like it was nothing—they were crying for their moms!"

"You're not just strong—Master is your brother too. Doesn't that make our dormitory unstoppable now?!"

Chen Rui and the others gathered around Yu Chen as they walked up to the second floor of the cafeteria, their admiration written all over their faces.

Tang San followed silently, his gaze fixed on Yu Chen with awe and a trace of competitive determination.

"Brother Chen!"

"Brother Chen!"

Formal students seated on the second floor stood and greeted Yu Chen with great respect, despite being older than him.

Yu Chen had single-handedly defeated over twenty older students and had crushed Yang Ming. That kind of power demanded recognition—age be damned.

"Xiao Wu, they've got carrots here."

Yu Chen approached the food window and handed a few carrots to Xiao Wu with his usual calm expression.

"Thank you, Brother!"

Xiao Wu smiled brightly, her crescent-shaped eyes sparkling with joy as she accepted the carrots.

The formal students who had previously bullied others were now fawning over Yu Chen and his group, scrambling to fetch extra food and curry favor.

…

Dinner passed quickly, and the evening sky outside began to darken.

"Brother Chen! Bad news!"

A student came rushing upstairs, clearly out of breath. "Yang Ming brought his father! They're coming up now—he looks furious!"

"Who dares lay hands on my son like this?!"

Before the student could finish, a thunderous voice boomed.

Yang Ming, swathed in bandages like a mummy with only his eyes visible, limped in alongside a burly middle-aged man in a long robe, who radiated danger with every step.

This was clearly Yang Xiong, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Father, it's him!" Yang Ming raised his injured arm, pointing at Yu Chen.

"You brat! You dare hurt my son?!"

Yang Xiong's tall frame loomed menacingly over the cafeteria, his face twisted in rage.

"Teacher Yang Xiong, Yang Ming was the one who provoked—" Chen Rui tried to intercede.

"Shut up!"

Yang Xiong interrupted with a shout. His killing intent locked on Yu Chen. Just as Yu Xiaogang had warned, this man was fiercely short-tempered and blindly protective.

"Ding! Divine Selection System activating: please choose—

1. Escape the scene – Reward: a pair of iron chopsticks.

2. Kneel and beg – Reward: 20 silver coins.

3. Suppress the Yang family—make an example of them – Reward: Divine Talent: Double Pupil!

Please make your selection within 30 seconds."

The system's voice echoed in Yu Chen's mind.

Naturally, the rewards for the first two options were trash in comparison to the third.

And Yu Chen had never placed the Yang father and son in his eyes to begin with.

"If you wish to kill me, then try."

Yu Chen stepped forward, placing himself in front of Tang San and the others. His gaze was cold and unwavering as he faced the raging Yang Xiong.

"Catch him!"

Yang Xiong roared. Spirit power surged violently around him, and two spirit rings—one white and one yellow—lit up simultaneously.

Just as he was about to unleash an attack—

Swish!

Yu Chen flipped his hand. A glint of metal flashed.

He produced a token from his high-grade spirit storage pouch.

Emblazoned on it was the crest of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan—a roaring dragon coiled in blue lightning!