His Power was only mid-tier within the White Dragon Academy. According to the rules of the Dragon Transformation Pool's minor competition, anyone who won three matches would automatically earn a spot to cultivate there.
When the higher-ranked students saw Dong Jianyang take the stage, they had hoped to score an easy first victory against him. But when they realized he was there to challenge Yang Jing, they sank back into their seats with disappointment.
Yang Jing gracefully flew onto the Magic Battle Platform with Yinjiao in tow.
"Well, if it isn't Brother Dong," he said. "How's your stomach? Still feel like vomiting?"
Dong Jianyang's face went green with rage. He was about to release his Dragon Beast from his Beast Taming Bag when a white light suddenly flashed past. His Defensive Spiritual Artifact activated automatically, forming a protective barrier of shimmering, fine scales around his body.
