I have added this story to my Patreon. You can support me and read the 40 latest and advanced chapters there. It also fed and motivate me to write more chapters!
Free Members will get 10 Chapters Ahead of the schedule on Patreon!!!
Link: Patreon.com/AVRKingsTL
—------------------—
Shrek Academy, as expected, lost to the Sun Moon Team. After the match, what everyone discussed most was not the content of the competition, but the soul spirits summoned by the six members of the Sun Moon Team.
soul spirits, possessing the same soul as the Spirit Beast in its lifetime, could undoubtedly greatly enhance a Spirit Master's combat power.
Moreover, judging from the situation of the Sun Moon Team, this was not an exception but a replicable phenomenon.
Many smart people had already begun to try and contact Xu Tianyang and others, wanting to understand the secrets behind it.
Amidst all this discussion, the eve of the Soul Master Competition finals quickly arrived.
"Oh dear, it's really lively, I almost couldn't squeeze in."
Flender emerged from the massive crowd at the betting game officially set up by the Sun Moon Empire. Looking at the certificate in his hand, his face was practically beaming with joy.
For the final bet between the Sun Moon Team and the Spirit Hall Team, the former's odds were 1:1.1, while the latter's odds were 1:1.3.
The two were very close. According to the original trend, the Sun Moon Team had a 99% chance of winning the championship. However, no one expected that Spirit Hall had a hidden ace.
When Qian Renxue, a Spirit Saint, appeared, the outcome of this match became full of suspense once again.
In everyone's eyes, even if Xu Tianyang, known as the Sun Moon Empire's top genius, were to participate, it would still be a close fight.
"Boss Flender, why are you here?" A surprised voice came from behind. Zhao Wuji squeezed out from the crowd, holding a ticket similar to Flender's.
"Old Zhao, you've also come to try your luck?" Flender looked at Zhao Wuji in surprise.
"The Academy's salary is too low. Last month I drank too much, and my spirit tool is empty. I can only come and earn a little extra." Saying this, Zhao Wuji gave Flender a resentful look. Shrek Academy's teacher salaries were all set by Flender, and this stingy man naturally wouldn't set them very high.
If he wasn't careful, he, Zhao Wuji, a dignified Spirit Saint, would have to eat and run.
"Cough, cough, cough…" Flender coughed awkwardly a few times upon hearing this, then changed the subject and asked, "Who did you bet on?"
"Isn't that obvious? It's definitely the Sun Moon Team," Zhao Wuji said as a matter of course.
"I actually wanted to bet on the Spirit Hall Team, but it doesn't seem possible given the situation. It's a pity, I could have earned a bit more," Flender nodded, saying with some regret.
"Come on, you. A little bit is better than nothing. Even a tiny mosquito has meat," Zhao Wuji rolled his eyes.
"How is Little San doing?"
"He suffered a bit of a heavy blow, plus he overexerted his body. It will probably take him a year to recover."
"Then it seems there's no suspense for third place either. It's a pity, just one step away from getting the reward."
"This Soul Master Competition has made me realize how many geniuses there are in the world, like carps crossing a river. Even the Little freaks can't be considered top-tier."
"Don't think about it anymore. Let's try again next time!"
"That's all we can do…"
...The next day.
The weather today was not good. Overcast clouds filled the sky, and a faint mist even shrouded Mingdu.
Occasionally, fine drizzles of rain fell from the sky, bringing a chill to this magnificent city. However, no matter how intense the chill, it could not extinguish the enthusiasm in the hearts of the vast populace.
The enormous stadium was packed with people, a dense sea of figures.
Soon, sudden cheers erupted in the stadium as the Sun Moon Team and the Spirit Hall Team slowly appeared.
Careful observers noticed that at the forefront of the Sun Moon Team was no longer Yang Yiyi, but Crown Prince Xu Tianyang.
As soon as Xu Tianyang learned that Qian Renxue was participating, he had already anticipated this scene. The other party was definitely coming for him, and if he didn't compete with her, he would probably be in 'trouble' later.
Sure enough, seeing Xu Tianyang enter the arena, Qian Renxue gave him a look that said, 'You know what's good for you,' her eyes filled with fighting intent.
"I didn't expect even Xu Tianyang to step forward. We can finally see the strength of the continent's top genius," Ning Fengzhi said in surprise, observing the situation in the arena.
"Tianyang's strength will definitely exceed School Master Ning's expectations," a familiar voice came from the side. Ning Fengzhi turned his head to see Ning Linglong slowly walking towards them.
Ning Linglong wore a form-fitting platinum luxurious gown, her platinum long hair swaying as she walked, and her pair of watery blue eyes were as gentle as water.
A small section of straight, fair calves was visible beneath her slightly voluminous white long skirt, and the golden silk straps above her bust were cinched into an exquisite shape, further accentuating her elegant and graceful demeanor.
"It's you, traitor!" Ning Rongrong's face immediately became agitated upon seeing the other party, and she spoke with a fierce tone.
"Rongrong…" Ning Fengzhi frowned and reprimanded her upon hearing this.
"Father?!" Ning Rongrong turned to look at Ning Fengzhi in confusion.
"Rongrong, you still haven't grown up. How can you bear the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School like this?" Ning Linglong smiled gently, completely unfazed by Ning Rongrong's tone just now, speaking like an elder.
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong shot the other party a dissatisfied glare.
"You've grown so much," Ning Fengzhi said with emotion, looking at Ning Linglong. Comparing Ning Linglong and Ning Rongrong, he somewhat regretted spoiling Ning Rongrong so much when she was little.
Ning Linglong's appearance was the perfect successor in his mind; Ning Rongrong still needed more tempering.
"To stay by Tianyang's side, one must constantly improve, otherwise, one will only fall behind and be replaced by others, just like the various forces on the Douluo Continent…" Ning Linglong looked at Ning Fengzhi, implying something.
Ning Fengzhi's heart stirred, and he said with a smile, "Changes always need to be gradual, not achieved overnight."
"I'm just afraid time waits for no one…" Ning Linglong looked at Ning Fengzhi with a half-smile, causing his heart to skip a beat.
Could it be that the Sun Moon Empire was already preparing to launch a war?
"How about we have a match, and neither of us participates in the subsequent team battles?" Qian Renxue's golden eyes stared intently at Xu Tianyang.
Xu Tianyang chuckled upon hearing this, "Then as you wish."
Watching Xu Tianyang and Qian Renxue walk hand in hand towards the competition stage, the remaining members of the Sun Moon Team and the Spirit Hall Team exchanged glances, feeling as if they were superfluous.
On the VIP platform, Xu Yunxiao, upon hearing this news, said excitedly, "A Seraphim Angel Martial Soul. I wonder how much of Tianyang's strength it can force out?"
"Aren't you afraid Tianyang will lose?" Mu Mengyu said grumpily, looking at Xu Yunxiao who was preparing to watch the show.
"Tianyang will lose?" Xu Yunxiao shook his head and remained silent, as if he had heard a joke.
Xu Tianyang and Qian Renxue arrived at the center of the competition stage.
The audience, seeing this situation, seemed to have guessed something and revealed excited expressions. They loved watching such strong matchups.
Moreover, this might be the duel between the continent's first and second geniuses.