84: Chapter 84 Guardian Beast? No, it's a giant hand warmer.

This thing was truly massive.

Its head alone was as large as the front of a heavy-duty truck, covered in shimmering purple scales with electric sparks crackling from the gaps between them.

Its eyeballs weren't round but were two vertical golden slits. Being stared at by it made one feel like a piece of meat on a chopping block.

"Roar—!"

A low rumble of thunder rolled out from the Thunder Flood Dragon's throat. The wind carried a pungent scent of ionized air, and the tent Xiao Fan had just set up was instantly blown away.

This time, Xiao Fan wasn't being silly; he was truly trembling.

The frying pan in his hand, which had never failed him, was buzzing and vibrating like a phone on vibrate mode.

"Pre... President..." Xiao Fan's teeth chattered, his words whistling through the gaps. "Is... isn't this thing outside the syllabus? The teaching syllabus didn't say the exam involved slaying a Dragon?!"

Lin Xue wasn't faring much better.

The flying daggers she took such pride in were barely thicker than toothpicks in front of this giant beast. She retreated step by step until her back hit that golden bean bag sofa.

It was the only thing on the field that remained steady.

Gu Fan, sunken into the sofa, even had the time to seal up an unfinished half-bag of potato chips.

He looked up, his gaze passing over the Thunder Flood Dragon's bifurcated horns and finally resting on its crackling, electrified scales.

"Nice quality."

Gu Fan smacked his lips. That look in his eyes was no different from someone picking out underfloor heating in an appliance store.

"Fully automatic bio-electric heating, no radiation, doesn't dry out the air. The noise is just a bit loud; I'll have to train it later."

The Thunder Flood Dragon was only a projection, but it contained a wisp of the true spirit of an ancient Vicious Beast.

It couldn't understand human speech, but it could read eyes.

This tiny human wasn't afraid of it; instead, he was... picking it out?

The humiliation of being appraised like merchandise instantly ignited the Vicious Beast's temper.

[Ding! Detected that the 'Ancient Thunder Flood Dragon (Projection)'s' S-grade 'Racial Dignity' has been insulted.]

[Malice Judgment: Extremely angry, attempting to carbonize the host.]

[Backlash Activated: Ten Thousand Thunders Submission (Ancestor Version) + Energy Conversion Heating Protocol.]

The Thunder Flood Dragon moved.

It didn't use its claws; it opened its mouth, which was large enough to swallow a jeep.

In the deepest part of its throat, a ball of bright, warm light was gathering.

Thunder elements within several kilometers rushed into its mouth like crazy. The air became so dry that everyone's hair stood on end.

"World-Ending Thunder Breath!!"

Although Long Aotian was unconscious hanging on the wall in the distance, the remaining members of the Divine Dragon Society weren't fully out. Seeing this scene, they felt a sudden warmth in their crotches.

Boom!!

An orange-red beam of light as thick as a water bucket blasted straight at Gu Fan's face.

That wasn't light; it was flowing plasma. Anything it touched turned to ash, and even the air it passed through began to scorch.

Xiao Fan closed his eyes and held the frying pan over his head. He knew he couldn't block it; he just wanted to leave an intact corpse for the President.

Sizzle—

The expected explosion didn't come.

Only a very soft sound was heard, like a red-hot iron being dipped into cold water.

Xiao Fan squinted through a crack.

He was dumbfounded.

The world-destroying pillar of thunder, the moment it hit Gu Fan's golden sofa, became like a tamed loach, obediently flowing along the sofa's patterns.

The golden sofa now turned a warm orange-red.

Gu Fan, sunken inside, had a comfortable flush on his face.

"Phew..."

Gu Fan exhaled a breath of hot air and leaned his head back into the backrest. "Yes, this is the temperature. This lumbar heating function is amazing. That thunder earlier was a bit damp; this one is just right, perfectly dry."

He even stretched out his feet and wiggled them in that terrifying ball of thunder light, as if he were soaking his feet.

"A bit more, the soles of my feet are a little chilly."

The Thunder Flood Dragon was stunned.

It maintained its breath-attacking posture, its eyeballs bulging so much they almost fell out of their sockets.

It could feel its Origin thunder power being sucked away by a bottomless pit.

Moreover, through the energy connection, it smelled an aura from that tiny human that made its Soul tremble.

That wasn't the pressure of a powerful being.

That was the ancestor of all "Thunder."

It was the most primitive Bloodline suppression regarding "Lightning" within the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

At that moment, the ferocious Thunder Flood Dragon actually had an illusion: the one sitting on the sofa wasn't a human, but a living Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Heart that commanded all thunders.

Thud.

The Thunder Flood Dragon's legs went weak.

Its massive body prostrated itself, the thunder light in its mouth vanished, replaced by a series of fawning little sparks.

It carefully moved its large head closer, retracted all its fangs, and used the softest part of its snout to gently nuzzle Gu Fan's pant leg.

"Purr... purr..."

The throat that had just roared with earth-shaking force now made a purring sound like a cat kneading dough.

The entire scene froze.

The flying dagger in Lin Xue's hand fell to the ground with a 'clang'.

Xiao Fan still held his pan-lifting pose, turned into a living statue.

In the monitoring room, Dean Dean, who was just about to rush in to save them, had one leg frozen in mid-air. He had never seen such a scene in his life.

That was an Ancient Thunder Flood Dragon!

Even if it was just a projection, it was still a ruthless character in the top ten of the Vicious Beast rankings!

And now... it's acting as a hand warmer for someone?!

Gu Fan ignored the others.

He reached out and patted the top of the electrified dragon's head. His palm felt tingly and numb, which was quite stress-relieving.

"Good boy."

Gu Fan pulled a piece of leftover beef jerky from his pocket and tossed it into the Thunder Flood Dragon's mouth.

"Though you're a bit ugly, this heating efficiency is indeed better than an air conditioner. Follow me from now on; I'll put you in the dorm during winter to save on electricity bills."

The Thunder Flood Dragon acted as if it had received some precious treasure, holding the beef jerky in its mouth while its tail wagged back and forth on the ground, crushing stones in the process.

Gu Fan stood up.

He stepped onto the Thunder Flood Dragon's nose like a step, walking up toward the War God Platform.

The Thunder Flood Dragon cooperatively lifted its head, acting as an elevator to deliver Gu Fan steadily to the top of the stone pillar.

The wind stopped.

The thunder ceased as well.

On the entire War God Platform, only the man in SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas stood atop the dragon's head.

Before him was the cloud brocade celestial silkworm banner that countless people were fighting over.

The banner was snow-white and radiant; the wind couldn't move it, and rain couldn't wet it.

Gu Fan's gaze changed.

It became very affectionate and focused, even carrying a hint of sacredness.

He reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly as they touched the banner.

Everyone held their breath.

"This texture..."

Gu Fan's voice was transmitted through the audio equipment across the entire academy square.

"Smooth but not greasy, cool but not icy. This 800-thread-count high-density weave lives up to its reputation."

He suddenly turned around and shouted to the still-dazed Xiao Fan below:

"Xiao Fan! Don't just stand there! Hurry up and bring the measuring tape!"

"This banner is a bit long; we need to measure it to see if we should cut it into 2.2 meters or 2 meters! Don't throw away the leftover scraps; they're perfect for sewing you a pair of underwear. This fabric is breathable and good for your health!"