Douluo Dalu: Legend Of Xiao Yan

"Ha... Ha.. Ha..."

Xiao Yan, Tang San and everyone else stared at the heavy panting and sweaty Ma Hongjun; looking like a dying pig, with sympathy and pity. Running around for several hours from midday to sunset.

Even if he had undergone heavy physical training with everyone, and could be said as the fourth-fifth heavy hitter of the team, Ma Hongjun is someone with a lower stamina compared to the others due to his physique.

"Since your done, rest, meditate and eat a stamina recovery pill." Grandmaster commanded Ma Hongjun as he stood before the students, his eyes solemn and strict as always.

"Y-Yes sir!" Ma Hongjun cried out with a salute and followed Grandmaster's instructions.

The students sweat dropped as this scene looks to be a military training camp than a academic school, which they all couldn't disagree.

"As you all may or may not know, the academy is facing a financial problem. All the resources of spirit herbs, pills, property damages, and other miscellaneous equipment to train you all has made the academy bankrupt beyond comprehension." Everyone wasn't surprised. With how Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Grandmaster were all technically jobless, they had no income to invest resources on the students unless they loaned some. Ning Rongrong raised a hand, to which Grandmaster nodded at her to speak.

"Grandmaster, how much debt are we talking here?" She curiously asked.

"One hundred thousand spirit gold coins." Grandmaster said with a straight face.

"O-One hundred thousand spirit gold coins?!" Xiao Yan cried out, even he wasn't that wealthy to spend that much gold.

He's wealthy, with a quarter million spirit gold coins attached to his name, but large percentage of that goes to his business pill making with buying ingredients for his pills; spirit herbs aren't cheap, and including other materials to create weapon supply for the upcoming Tang Sect; which would still take several years for the sect to finally be open.

"Just how did we get to that level of debt?! Surely, the stuff we got wasn't that expensive!" Oscar said, trying to find the reason on how they racked up such amount of debt.

"What's important is how did the academy was even able to procure such ȯbsċėnė amount of loan." Ning Rongrong narrowed her eyes in doubt, the others nodding in agreement.

What Grandmaster said next, made their doubts vanished.

"To answer the first question, mostly the property damages you all done around the academy." The ones that were mostly responsible with the damages scratched the back of their heads in embarrassment. "The second question, Flender and Zhao Wuji were the ones who negotiate it with the banks we loaned at." Everyone nodded in immediate understanding and left the matter of the loan there.

"So how are we supposed to lift the debt of the academy?" Tang San asked.

"That involves the second part of your training, combat experience. Currently your bodies's foundation is more steady and robust compared to other spirit masters including your spirit power and spirit rings. But you can't be a formidable spirit master if you don't know how to properly fight. You all might disagree with me because you all already have enough combat experience from fighting with one another but no, that's wrong." Grandmaster shook his head.

"All the sparring you've done against one another had only grown your battle instincts and teamwork but not much on your battle intellect as one and a whole. People are built different, they fight different as well. You all have been to the Suotuo City's Great Spirit Arena, correct? That's where you'll hone your combat experience and make enough money for us to pay our debt. One could earn hundreds to thousands of gold coins in the Spirit Arena, though the latter could reach that high only at the Central area of the Spirit Arena, but only if you're at a higher spirit fighter badge. So I have another objective for you guys, get to the silver spirit fighter badge rank so you all could enter the Central Great Spirit Arena to earn much more money, do you all understand?"

"Yes teacher!" They all responded in excitement and enthusiasm, because they were all itching for some fighting for a while now and one of the requirements in graduating from Shrek Academy was getting a silver rank spirit fighter badge.

"For this to be done efficiently, your all going to be living in an inn the academy has already booked at, Mubai carry Hongjun as he recovers, students, follow me." Grandmaster took a step and vanished. The students immediately followed after him, after Dai Mubai carried Ma Hongjun piggyback style. .

After fifteen minutes of running, the students all arrived in a unassuming ordinary looking inn near the Great Spirit Arena where Grandmaster, Flender, Zhao Wuji, Tang Hao, Ah Yin and unexpectedly Zi Yan were all waiting for them by the door.

"Hi guys!" Zi Yan waved her arms around to greet the team with a wide excited smile.

Flender, Zhao Wuji, Tang Hao, Ah Yin and Zi Yan were already waiting for them a while ago. The former two were here because they are teachers to instruct and guide the students. While the latter three only wanted to watch the match of Tang San and Xiao Yan respectively.

As they stood before Grandmaster, the latter didn't say anything except nodding and entered inside the inn, the students and other ȧduŀts following after him.

There they got their own respective room, all students, and Zi Yan, were separated and shared by their gender. While the teachers and the married couple have their own.

"Students, as I am proud to say that you're all monstrous geniuses that this continent hasn't seen before, you're all still young. With how abnormal your spirit rings and cultivation speed, I'm afraid that others with ill intent would come and get their evil hands on you."

"*Cough* No they can't. *Cough*" Ah Yin interrupted with a cough as she empathize a glance towards her husband who nodded his head solemnly.

"..."

"Anyways, I have some masks here to help remedy that problem." Grandmaster reached in his storage ring and handed out many oval-shaped green masks, enough to cover someone's face, to the students. "These masks can help hide your faces; don't worry you can see out of these masks, but as a precaution don't show off your spirits and the abilities you display here outside of the arena so no one would figure out your identities." He then looked straight at every student's eyes and said. "So with that said, minimize in using your self created abilities in the arena."

The students didn't question the last order because they know the consequences of what would happen if they do.

Xiao Yan's self created spirit abilities are revolutionary, powers that no one has every thought of doing and created, and even if anyone were to create such powers: they couldn't possibly match such abilities to the former except for Tang San's own set of mysterious abilities.

Every spirit master in the entire continent would start a war for such abilities, heck, the two kingdoms and Spirit Hall wouldn't hesitate to do so if they could acquire such unorthodox abilities.

So unless they grow stronger and reach the ranks of possibly a Titled Douluo, they would need to keep these abilities a secret as much as possible.

"The matter of getting the money to pay off the debt is by betting on you all with our own money in every matches you all take. The rewards you get are all your own, we aren't that shameless. Then there's your other objective; winning numerous battles and reaching silver rank; which is your task right now, getting silver rank spirit fighter badge. For that to happen you all have to participate in battles of 1v1, 2v2, and team fight. The exception to individual battles are Oscar and Ning Rongrong, everyone else must participate in all battles everyday to earn points so you can all ranked up."

Everyone nodded, determination and will of fire clearly burning bright in their eyes.

"Right now I'll ȧssigned you all your aliases and titles." Dai Mubai raised a hand up.

"Grandmaster, what do you mean aliases and titles? Are we supposed to have two codenames?"

Grandmaster nodded and said.

"Yes and no. You will all have two different names during your battles, one's an alias that's basically a nickname for you and others to remember you by. While the next one is a title that symbolizes you, one that defines one great aspect of yourself that differs between each member of the entire team." Hearing what Grandmaster said made some of them involuntarily gulped in slight nervousness and excitement.

"Here are your aliases and titles that I have chosen for you, I am listing them by order of your ages, from oldest to youngest:

Dai Mubai, Spirit: White Tiger. Alias: Evil-Eyed White Tiger. Title: Piety.

Ma Xiaotao, Spirit: Evil Fire Dragonian Phoenix. Alias: Demonic Fire Phoenix. Title: Patience.

Oscar, Spirit: Sausage. Alias: Sausage Monopoly. Title: Selflessness

Tang San, Spirits: Blue Silver Emperor & Clear Sky Hammer. Alias: Thousand Hands Asura. Title: Love

Xun Er, Spirit: Vast Sun. Alias: Vast Sun. Title: Purity.

Xiao Yan, Spirits: Heavy Xuan Ruler/Heavenly Perpetual Flame Sword & Fire Dragon King. Alias: Flame Sword Emperor. Title: Faith.

Ma Hongjun, Spirit: Evil Fire Phoenix. Alias: Evil Fire Phoenix. Title: Truth

Xiao Wu, Spirit: Soft-Boned Rabbit. Alias: Soft Boned Demon Rabbit. Title: Repose

Zhu Zhuqing, Spirit: Hell Civet. Alias: Hell Civet. Title: Reticence.

"From now on, you are called the Shrek Ten Commandments!"

What Grandmaster, or anyone in the room, doesn't know is that years later these names and the name Ten Commandments would shake the entire continent and the world.

....

Omake 6: I ask thee, are you my master?(Berserker)

"I ask you, are you my master?" Arturia Pendragon stated as she stood proudly on spot. Staring blankly at the couple and child in front of her.

One was a black haired asian looking middle aged man, with tired looking eyes and strict facial features; looking like a tired old man unbefitting of his age. But his body language and stature reminded Artoria of a professional soldier or killer than a mere old man.

The other was a beautiful albino woman in either her middle twenties or early thirties, with red ruby eyes and kind gentle facial features. She didn't have an air of a soldier or any kind of a warrior, no, the woman reminded Artoria of a rare kind noblewoman during her era with how she wore a beautiful long white robe.

Arturia's eyes turned down to gaze upon a little girl hiding behind the albino woman's legs, clear wariness and curiosity in the little girl's eyes as she stares back at her.

She doesn't blame them. Having to know that King Arthur, one of the greatest kings in the entire world, was a woman this entire time is mind blowing.

A brief moment passes and just as the man was about to say something to her, a strange phenomenon occured, which she clearly felt in the air.

Amateurish as she might be, Arturia was once under the tutelage of one of the greatest, if not the greatest, wizard of the entire world; Merlin. So she had already felt and guessed the change in air around her was due to some magical energies being controlled and was flowing towards the little girl in the room.

But, as much as she wants to help the girl, she is still an amateur to magical situations, and had decided to just stand protectively with the couple in the room, both looking worried and concern as their daughter stood unresponsive and stared blankly at the empty space.

"Illya! Illya! Oh my baby girl, please respond. Illya!" Irisviel worriedly grabbed her daughter's shoulder and, as gentle as she could, shook her around to snapped her out of her dazed state.

Kiritsugu gritted his teeth as he hurriedly analyzed his daughter's condition, his once calm and cold mask dropped to display an expression of deep fear and worry for one of the people he loves in this worthless life of his.

His eyes roamed around his daughter's body, hoping to find the cause of his daughter's condition, then his eyes widened as he had found the cause.

A red glowing tattoo on Illya's hand, almost the same as the one on his right hand but with different design.

Then he, Irisviel, and his newly summoned servant, watched in shock as his daughter opened her mouth and begin to mutter.

Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.

The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled–

'No!' Kiritsugu's quickly turned towards the only summoning circle in the church, without any hesitation, he whipped out a grenade out of his pants and threw it towards the circle, which was beginning to glow brightly.

But he was too late.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.

In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!

The grenade exploded on impact of where the summoning circle was, causing smoke, ash, and rubble to fly around.

Arturia acted quickly, standing in front of her master and his family, she used her body as a shield and deflected any rubble that wasn't going towards her to further protect the family behind her.

Moments passed and Arturia looked behind to see if her master and his family were safe.

*Cough*2x

Seeing them merely dusted by the smoke from earlier made Arturia let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god–" Her eyes widened, her body frozen for a millisecond, then her body quickly followed her instincts and swung her invisible sword in front of her.

*Bang!*

"Ack!" Both Kiritsugu and Irisviel's eyes widened in shock and surprise as they saw Saber, who was probably King Arthur they had supposed to summon, be blasted out and landed hard up on the wall behind them.

"I ask thee..."

Then their bodies froze up when they heard a unknown voice, then they took in the sight of the individual standing in front of them, who one-shot Saber to a wall.

It was a man in his early or mid twenties, with red long unkempt hair, that reaches his waist as it dance around in the wind, and red pupil slit eyes like a reptile. He had a handsome face resembling of a military man. He wore only a simple piece of black trousers but no shoes and shirt; displaying his masculine physique of eight abs and bulging muscles.

But the strangest part about him, was the obvious scaly skin by the side of his face, his arms, the sides of his torso, and his legs. With the most prominent was the large edgeless black board like sword in his right hand.

Kiritsugu and Irisviel stayed frozen, no, it's better to say that they couldn't move!

'Why can't I move?!' Irisviel cried inwardly as her eyes stayed at her daughter, clear terror and worry in her eyes for her child.

'Move!' Kiritsugu tried as much as he could but sadly he couldn't.

'Looks like I don't have a choice...' He gritted his teeth and was about to use a command spell to empower his servant to attack the unknown individual when...

"Are you my master?" The strange man disappeared from their sight and appeared kneeling before a confused Illya. A roughish grin on his face.

"Eh?!" Illya muttered in surprise and confusion as well as her parents and Arturia.

Class: Berserker

Alias/Titles: Berserker, King of Monsters, Flame Sword Emperor, Dragon King of ####, Faith

Race: True Dragon

True Name: Xiao Yan

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Strength: A+

Agility: B+

Endurance: EX

Mana: A

Luck: EX

NP: A+ ~ EX

Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement(C- ~ EX): In most of Xiao Yan's life, he was known to be amicable and calm but, in rare moments like during a life or death battle with someone, or when his second spirit's first blood ring is used, he becomes a monster hellbent in destruction and lose all reason except some manner of communication with someone. The rank fluctuates due to his will of keeping his sanity in check, most of the time.

Independent Action(A+): This Servant can operate without a Master. With a Rank of A+ that exceeds even A, the support of a Master is unnecessary even while unleashing a large amount of Magical Energy. It is an ability that bends the rules and allows for the continued materialization of Servants even after the conclusion of a Holy Grail War.

Territory Creation(E): Despite not being a Caster, as someone who can easily makes bases like it's breathing, Xiao Yan would have this skill regardless of his class. It is the Skill to build a special terrain that is advantageous to oneself as a magus, such as for the purpose of collecting mana. Downgraded immensely due to mad enhancement.

Item Construction(D): Despite not being a Caster, as a renown alchemist who created miracle pills, Xiao Yan would have this skill regardless of his class. It is the Skill to manufacture magical items, from implements of war to items for daily use. Also, this Skill requires time to gather components and manufacture items. He mostly makes medicine, via pills, and magical arrays. Downgraded by many ranks due to incompatibility to class, legend and mad enhancement.

True Name Discernment(C-): Despite not being a ruler, Flame Emperor's otherworldly knowledge and absurd luck, makes a Servant's true name and entire status information will be automatically revealed to him. Downgraded due to Xiao Yan's mind being a mess from the Mad Enhancement.

Charisma(C)

Existence Outside the Domain(EX)

Personal Skills:

Tang Sect's Martial Disciple(B-): Xiao Yan was one of Tang Sect's honorary disciple and later on a co founder. His skills in the use of Tang Sect's techniques, which are mainly ȧssassination, are just second to the main founder. Downgraded due to class incompatibility and mad enhancement.

Martial Artist(B): The Flame Emperor has created and collected many martial techniques in his past that he practiced till he perfected them that even when he was human; he would be able to battle and defeat servants.

Eternal Arma Mastery(A+): Mastership of combat arts has reached the point of being said to be unrivaled in one's era. By complete merging of mind, body and technique, it is possible to make use of full fighting skills even when under the influence of any sort of mental hindrance.

Arsonist(A+): Flames and flames! Flames would not harm you or the ones your consider your ally. Destruction would come for those who you consider your enemy.(Amplified due to heavenly flame)

Angry Buddha Lotus Flame(B+ ~ EX): A compressed unknown energy in the form of a small or big lotus, depends on much the power output. The firepower of this skill fluctuates when Xiao Yan is either using a single heavenly flame; making the power of it weak, or when his using more than one heavenly flames meshed together making the resulting damage to be very powerful.

Divine Core of Fire(B): He is the one true ruler of all matters of fire. Fire attributed attacks cannot affect Xiao Yan and no other fire user will be able to use their fire prowess within his presence.

Noble Phantasm:

Heaven's Envy(EX)

Divine Flame: Emperor Flame(EX)

Heavy Xuan Ruler(A++): An edgeless sword that accompanied the Flame Emperor in his past life. This giant black sword has the ability to absorb all flames in existence and burn through anything in existence; even space, time, life, death; due to it being fused with all the powerful heavenly flames known to even devour anything in existence.

Dragon King **** Transformation(EX): Xiao Yan's once second spirit but had evolved into the dragon king of #### in several unforseen circumstances. This noble phantasm ability transforms him into a colossal dragon that has total control of the law of #### and the nine elements; air, water, earth, fire, lightning, light, dark, space and time of his previous world. The durability of his dragon form is also so powerful that only those of EX attack can damage his body.

(An: Held back on updating cause I wanted to add a omake. <(￣︶￣)>)