Chapter 176 Yu Xiaogang's "Debate with the Confucian Scholars" Chapter 176 Yu Xiaogang's 'Debate with the Scholars'
At this moment, the referee suddenly waved his red flag, pointing it directly at Yu Xiaogang, and shouted sternly, "Stop! Who are you?!"
Yu Xiaogang paused, forced to stop.
His heart blazed with anger, and he roared, "I am the team leader teacher of Shrek Academy! I want to file a complaint against the Royal Academy. I demand that they lose this match!"
His voice, imbued with soul power, exploded throughout the entire arena. Instantly, the eyes of the entire audience were focused on him like spotlights.
The referee frowned, inwardly realizing the gravity of the situation. He hadn't expected a teacher to file a complaint in the very first match.
He knew that Emperor Xue Ye was currently seated in the VIP section. If this match wasn't handled properly, his own advancement might be shattered.
The referee took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain a dignified voice: "Complaint? What do you have to say?"
Yu Xiaogang sneered, "Referee, the Royal Academy blatantly disregarded the competition rules and attacked our students brutally. Are you turning a blind eye?"
As he spoke, he circulated his soul power again to ensure everyone present could hear him clearly.
Just then, a teacher from the Heaven Dou Academy walked forward unhurriedly, a cold smile on his face, and said, "This team leader, isn't that turning black into white? It was clearly Shrek Academy that first disregarded the rules and injured our team members!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the Royal Academy members who were still lying on the ground, groaning in pain.
The referee looked at the students lying on the ground, both sides' members were in a sorry state, showing how intense the competition was.
In a normal soul master competition, the outcome would already be clear, after all, the Royal Academy still had one person standing on the stage, while all the Shrek team members were on the ground.
But the purpose of the soul master competition was not ranking, but more importantly, selecting talent for the empire. Every participating student is a pillar of the empire's future; any injury to even one would be a loss for the empire.
"Hmph!" Yu Xiaogang sneered again, "Our healing-type Soul Masters were already prepared to provide assistance; it was you who interrupted her Soul Skill!"
A teacher from Heaven Dou Academy scoffed, his face full of mockery: "Tch, your own Soul Master goes to heal the opponent? Do you think the referee is a three-year-old, so easily fooled?"
"You—" Yu Xiaogang was instantly speechless. He knew in his heart that his words were indeed hard to believe.
He turned to look at the seven Shrek Academy students lying on the ground, especially his own disciple; those familiar faces were now filled with pain.
In an instant, Yu Xiaogang felt as if his heart had been gripped by an invisible hand.
With such severe injuries, even with the full efforts of a healing Soul Master, they would likely be unable to participate in the next few matches.
Wouldn't that mean Shrek Academy wouldn't even be able to advance to the qualifying rounds?
Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned ashen, and his breathing became increasingly heavy.
He still needed to use these children to prove himself!
No!
Absolutely not!
This match absolutely cannot be lost like this!
Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms.
On the host's platform
, Owen's gaze swept over the arguing figures on the stage. He picked up the microphone and announced loudly, "The two teachers seem to be at a stalemate, but the referee should have already decided the result."
His words were like a drop of hot oil thrown into a pond, instantly igniting a commotion in the audience.
"What is the referee dawdling about? The Royal Academy clearly still has one person left on the stage, why hasn't the result been announced yet?" a burly man shouted.
An elderly man sitting next to him narrowed his eyes slightly and said unhurriedly, "Hey, what do you know? This Soul Master Competition isn't as simple as ordinary Soul Battles. It's all about interpersonal relationships." On
the Soul Battle stage, Yu Xiaogang's face was flushed, veins bulging on his neck. He was fighting three against one, verbally battling three teachers from the Heavenly Dou Academy without losing ground.
Years of doubt and insults had long since given him an impenetrable thick skin. The taunts from several teachers and referees had no effect on him whatsoever.
"What kind of behavior is this, all this noise and chaos!" Emperor Xueye sat in the VIP section, overlooking the chaotic arena, his eyes filled with displeasure.
Just then, Ning Fengzhi slowly stood up.
In his palm, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda quietly appeared, its seven spirit rings flashing in sequence, radiating powerful light.
"Seven Treasures, Named, Healed in Six Days!"
Ning Fengzhi softly chanted the incantation, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand floated lightly into the air, rapidly expanding until it transformed into a glazed tower over ten meters tall in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, surging seven-colored light erupted like a tidal wave, enveloping all the injured students from Shrek Academy and the Royal Academy.
Under this miraculous light, the students' wounds healed rapidly at a visible speed, the bright red bleeding stopped instantly, and their previously pale faces gradually regained their color. In less than half a minute, the unconscious students awoke one after another.
As a key supporter of the Empire, Ning Fengzhi naturally wouldn't hesitate to treat the Royal Academy students.
As for Shrek Academy, Ning Fengzhi already had his own plans.
He had already engaged in multiple rounds of negotiations with Flander, hoping to invest in the academy and transform Shrek into a talent cultivation base for his sect.
Of course, his methods were relatively mild, only requesting the title of honorary dean.
A moment later, Ning Fengzhi elegantly withdrew his martial soul; the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's light gradually dimmed, slowly shrinking until it returned to his palm.
At this moment, all the students had been healed, their faces rosy and their spirits high.
A deafening cheer erupted from the audience.
"The number one support-type martial soul in the world, truly lives up to its name!" people exclaimed in amazement.
Ning Fengzhi's lips curled into a humble smile as he announced loudly towards the arena, "Referee, you may announce the result now."
The main conflict between the two teams was the severity of the students' injuries. Now that Ning Fengzhi had healed everyone in one fell swoop, there was naturally no need for further dispute.
The referee breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his brow, his heart filled with gratitude towards Ning Fengzhi.
He coughed lightly to calm his nerves, raised the megaphone to his mouth, and was about to announce the results: "The winner of the first match of the first round of the preliminaries is—"
"Wait a minute, I have another complaint to file!" Yu Xiaogang's sharp voice instantly interrupted the referee.
"You—" The referee's face flushed red instantly, and he almost couldn't help but curse.
He suppressed his anger and shouted sternly, "Teacher, what else do you want? If you continue to cause trouble, I have the right to disqualify Shrek Academy from the competition!"
"Xiaogang." Flander hurriedly stepped forward, reached out and tugged at Yu Xiaogang's sleeve, signaling him not to act impulsively.
However, Yu Xiaogang gently slapped Flander's hand away, his expression full of confidence. "Referee, I want to report Lu Feng, the opposing student. As the host of the competition, he abused his position to steal our team's information in advance."
He put his hands behind his back, straightened his back, and wore a hint of smugness and contempt on his face. He sneered, "The soul power level of each team member must be reported in advance, but Lu Feng took this opportunity to spy on intelligence. This is a serious violation of the principles of fairness and impartiality in the competition. I demand that the Royal Academy be disqualified!"
His words were like a bombshell, instantly creating a huge uproar in the audience.
The entire arena erupted in cheers, with people whispering and discussing among themselves.
"What this teacher said seems to make some sense," a short audience member said, scratching his head with a puzzled look.
"Smack!" His companion slapped him on the head, saying disdainfully, "What kind of logic is that? Even if you know your opponent's level, does that guarantee a win?"
In a corner of the arena, Huo Wu stood with her hands on her hips, her eyebrows furrowed in anger, gritting her teeth as she said, "Brother, this guy is shameless. Next time we encounter Shrek Academy, we'll definitely teach them a lesson."
Huo Wushuang nodded slightly, his expression cold: "That's right, Soul Master competitions rely on one's own strength, not on these underhanded tricks to attract attention."
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang stood tall and proud, looking at the teachers of Tiandou Academy with disdain. His expression seemed to say that Tiandou Academy was utterly insignificant in his eyes.
Lu Feng stood to the side with his arms crossed, a mocking smile on his face, watching Yu Xiaogang jump around with great interest.
He secretly admired Yu Xiaogang's sharp tongue; no wonder he was called a "master."
Lu Feng didn't care about the result of the competition. He knew that the Royal Academy was a team heavily supported by the Empire, and it was impossible for them to be disqualified under any circumstances, otherwise it would be a slap in the face to the Empire.
But Yu Xiaogang was like an annoying fly, buzzing incessantly, and he really wanted to slap him to death.
The referee stood on the stage, his expression extremely conflicted. He never expected that this competition would be so full of twists and turns.
Just then, two more referees rushed onto the stage, and the three huddled together, whispering among themselves.
On the podium, the atmosphere was heavy.
"Hehe, this competition is truly an eye-opener." Salas's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"The Heaven Dou Empire truly lives up to its reputation for governing with culture. Even a mere competition has given people a strong sense of cultural atmosphere." Salas said with a faint smile.
Upon hearing this, Emperor Xue Ye's face turned ashen, and he said in a deep voice, "What advice does Bishop Salas have?"
"I suggest that the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall jointly establish an investigation team to conduct separate investigations on both sides." Salas raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of arrogance.
Emperor Xueye's expression was somber. He nodded slightly. "In that case, let Bishop Salas handle this matter."
Xueye's voice was low, tinged with helplessness. He knew that the negative impact of this matter was likely uncontrollable.
"Your Majesty, rest assured, the Spirit Hall always prioritizes efficiency."
(End of Chapter)
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1.8times+Chapter 177 The Bishop, One of Our Own Chapter 177 Bishops, One of Our Own"
The next day, the competition organizing committee acted swiftly, sending two investigation teams to the two academies .
Lu Feng initially thought it was just a formality and didn't take it seriously. However, when he saw that the person in charge of investigating him was Salas himself, a sense of vigilance arose in his heart.
In addition to Salas, the investigation team consisted of twelve people. Among them were two cardinals, dressed in magnificent red robes, exuding the majesty of superiors; the other ten were Templar Warriors in silver outfits, each with a straight posture and sharp eyes.
In the Spirit Hall system, the threshold for Templar Warriors' soul power was level fifty-one, while cardinals had to reach level sixty-one.
In the meeting room, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
Salas and the two cardinals sat high in the seats, their gazes fixed on Lu Feng opposite them, as if trying to see through him.
Lu Feng remained calm, meeting their gazes with composure, not intimidated by their powerful aura in the slightest.
"Lu Feng, you should know the purpose of our visit." Salas picked up his teacup, took a sip, seemingly casual, but secretly observing Lu Feng's reaction.
Lu Feng's lips curled into a confident smile: "Bishop, please ask whatever questions you have. I have a clear conscience. Besides, I believe you will uphold justice."
Salas gestured slightly to his left and right, and the two cardinals understood, quietly leaving the room, leaving only him and Lu Feng.
At this moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.
"Lu Feng, what was that soul skill you used on the Soul Arena? The one where your whole body glowed with golden light." Salas's eyes revealed a hint of urgency, and his tone became sharp.
Lu Feng narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Salas, and frowned slightly: "Bishop, is this also within the scope of the investigation?"
Salas leaned back in his chair, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.
Before coming, he had already conducted a thorough investigation into Lu Feng's background. The result shocked him greatly. Lu Feng was not born into nobility, but was a commoner.
"Lu Feng, fourteen years old, from Notting City, possessing a martial soul body and innate level five soul power."
Behind this simple information was a genius who had become a Soul Master at the young age of fourteen.
Such talent was extremely rare throughout the entire continent.
During the investigation, Salas also obtained a top-secret intelligence report: "Lu Feng, seven and a half years old, made outstanding contributions to the Spirit Hall and was exceptionally awarded the title of Glory Level Three Knight."
Combined with the move Lu Feng displayed in the Soul Arena, Salas's doubts deepened.
That was clearly the [Holy] and [Light] attributes that only an Angel God Apostle could possibly use simultaneously.
There was no mistake!
Although there were many martial souls with the Light attribute, only an Angel God Apostle could make Salas, someone who had received the Angel God's baptism, feel that warmth and reverence from the depths of his soul!
Moreover, sitting opposite each other now, Salas discovered an even more astonishing secret: the soul tool worn on Lu Feng's wrist was actually the highest symbol of honor of the Qian family!
This discovery fueled a bold and audacious suspicion in Salas's mind: Lu Feng was a spy planted by the Spirit Hall within the Heaven Dou Empire!
Thinking of this, Salas suddenly straightened his back, his expression solemn, and declared loudly, "Back then, after I broke through to the Soul Douluo level, I was fortunate enough to receive the baptism of the Angel God."
His voice was deep, recalling that incredibly sacred experience.
Salas's gaze sharpened as he stared intently at Lu Feng, continuing, "From then on, I upheld a heart of light. Anyone who dared to desecrate the light or disrupt the order of this world would be subject to the most severe punishment!"
His voice echoed in the conference room, carrying an undeniable authority.
It was as if he were the messenger of light, shouldering the mission of upholding justice.
Lu Feng stared blankly at Salas, inwardly muttering, "Is this guy out of his mind? A fanatical follower of the Angel God?"
However, his face remained calm, raising an eyebrow and chuckling, "Bishop Salas, your words are rather absurd. What does this have to do with my match in the Soul Arena?"
Hearing this, Salas's eyes sharpened, thinking to himself, "Wasn't my hint obvious enough? Is the mission Lu Feng is carrying out something he can't even reveal to himself?"
Salas quickly recovered. If even he, a Platinum Bishop, had to be kept in the dark, then this mission must be a world-shaking plan concerning the entire continent's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing both political and strategic aspects).
"Ahem." Salas coughed lightly, breaking the brief silence.
"Lu Feng, I've understood the situation. Shrek Academy seriously disrupted the competition order. After investigation by the competition's expert panel, Shrek Academy's qualification for the competition has been revoked."
His tone became lighter, even a hint of ingratiating smile appearing on his face, as if he were trying to curry favor with Lu Feng.
"Huh?" Lu Feng was immediately stunned.
He hadn't expected Salas to suddenly deliver such a verdict; the result was completely unexpected.
He stared at Salas, whose face was now plastered with smiles, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.
Although he didn't know what Salas was up to, since Salas had ruled him innocent, Lu Feng didn't want to pursue the matter further.
However, if Shrek Academy were eliminated directly, his subsequent plans would be impossible.
"Isn't that too harsh?" Lu Feng frowned slightly and asked.
"Is it too harsh?" Salas frowned slightly, feigning difficulty.
"After careful consideration by the expert panel, it has been decided to disqualify Shrek Academy from three matches. Is that too harsh?" A sly glint flashed in his eyes, seemingly testing Lu Feng's attitude.
Lu Feng stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "Alright, that's settled then."
The atmosphere in the Great Soul Arena office was tense.
"I protest!" Yu Xiaogang's neck veins bulged as he roared angrily.
"This is clearly cover-up! Shrek Academy will never accept this verdict!"
His eyes were bloodshot as he glared angrily at Salas, his gaze seeming to want to devour him alive.
Salas's face darkened, his tone icy. "Hmph, Yu Xiaogang, you should know the rules of the competition. The organizing committee will never let any violation of the rules go unpunished!"
He slightly raised his head, his face carrying a hint of superior arrogance, dismissing Yu Xiaogang's protest with disdain.
"Salas, you'd better think carefully before you make a decision!" Yu Xiaogang's face was flushed with anger, his hands clenched into fists.
"How dare you! How dare you address His Excellency the Platinum Bishop by his name?" A cardinal stepped forward immediately, rebuking him sternly.
"Hmph!" Yu Xiaogang laughed angrily, his wrist flicking, and an ancient token instantly appeared in his hand.
The token shimmered with a mysterious luster in the dim light, six exquisite patterns vividly carved on it, exuding an aura of majesty.
Salas stared intently, his pupils suddenly contracting, an expression of disbelief on his face, and he blurted out, "The Papal Decree!"
He never expected that Yu Xiaogang would possess the highest-ranking token issued by the Spirit Hall to non-Spirit Hall personnel.
Anyone holding this token possessed the power of a Spirit Hall elder, as if the Pope himself were present.
"Salas, why don't you kneel before the Papal Decree!" Yu Xiaogang shouted sternly.
Salas's face instantly turned extremely pale, alternating between ashen and ashen.
Although he vaguely knew of some unknown relationship between Yu Xiaogang and the Vatican, seeing the papal decree with his own eyes still shocked him greatly.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind: "The tokens from the Thousand Families came from the Elders' Hall, yet Yu Xiaogang possesses the papal decree..."
His heart sank, realizing he was likely in a difficult predicament.
After a long silence, Salas took a deep breath and said calmly, "The competition organizing committee upholds the principles of fairness and impartiality and will never let any wrongdoing go unpunished. Master Yu, please leave."
His voice was steady, but his eyes revealed a resolute glint.
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang exploded like a powder keg.
He jumped up excitedly, pointing at Salas, and cursed, "Salas, are you really sure about this! You are openly defying the Pope's will, and you will pay the price!"
"Salas, your future is over!"
"I'm reporting this to the Pope, and you'll be punished!"
Yu Xiaogang became increasingly agitated, spitting as he cursed.
"Bang!"
Two cardinals grabbed Yu Xiaogang and threw him out the door like trash.
"Xiaogang, how is it?" Flander rushed over, his face full of worry.
Yu Xiaogang got up from the ground, covered in dust, shook his head, and sighed deeply.
"No, the verdict remains unchanged."
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was no longer the arrogant and domineering person he had been in the office; he had reverted to his usual expressionless face, only with a hint of dejection in his eyes.
Seeing this, Flander's heart sank, and his expression became serious: "What can we do? This is equivalent to Shrek losing four matches at once. Can we still make it to the promotion tournament?"
He rubbed his hands anxiously, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and said in a deep voice: "As long as we don't lose any of the next matches, we still have a chance. By the way, which academy are we fighting next?"
"I just checked the match schedule; it's Blazing Fire Academy," Flander replied.
(End of this chapter)
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1.8times+Chapter 178 Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Softened Chapter 178 Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Softened
"Blazing Fire Academy." Yu Xiaogang's expression was solemn, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.
In the previous matches, Blazing Fire Academy's strength was evident to all. With their powerful explosive force, they finished each match within 10 minutes.
Even the tough-skinned Elephant Armor Academy succumbed to Blazing Fire Academy's relentless bombardment.
Yu Xiaogang had studied Blazing Fire Academy's battles and was surprised to find that this team had abandoned the traditional extreme-style tactics of the Elemental Academy, instead embarking on a balanced development path.
Fire-type offensive, fire-type control, fire-type agile attack, fire-type support…
each position complemented the others, constructing a highly threatening combat system.
Undoubtedly, for Shrek Academy, the next match against Blazing Fire Academy would be an exceptionally difficult and bloody battle.
"The most troublesome thing is that fire element perfectly counters Tang San's Blue Silver Grass; the next match is going to be extremely difficult." Flander sighed heavily, his face full of helplessness.
Yu Xiaogang's face grew increasingly grim. After a moment of contemplation, he decisively said, "Let Zhu Zhuqing play in the next match. No, just her alone isn't enough. Let Ning Rongrong replace Jiang Zhu."
Flander adjusted his glasses, his eyes full of doubt: "Xiaogang, didn't you keep emphasizing the need to conserve our strength? Exposing Ning Rongrong's presence so early, won't it affect our subsequent advancement matches?"
Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned bright red, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "The little monsters can't lose again! I'll make all those who looked down on me pay the price!"
Flander nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Shrek will win!"
The next day, the sun shone brightly, and the sky was cloudless.
The Great Soul Arena was already packed, with cheers and discussions mingling together like rolling thunder. For the Great Soul Arena, the daily revenue from ticket sales alone was considerable.
On the dais, Lu Feng, Owen, and Dou Dou sat side by side.
After commentating on several matches, Lu Feng and Owen gained recognition and support from many viewers with their professional analysis.
Dou Dou was very clear about her role, playing the part of a decorative figure.
Her occasional brief responses like "not bad," "good," and "uh-huh" during their conversations also won over many viewers.
Lu Feng was restricted from participating in the competition due to his role as host, the stated reason being "to ensure the fairness of the competition."
Of the two teams initially responsible for the investigation, one was led by Salas and the other by Xue Qinghe, and it was this very Crown Prince who proposed restricting Lu Feng's participation.
Lu Feng didn't care about this outcome; his initial motivation for participating was to collect fragments, not to compete against these students with clear eyes.
On the stage, both teams strode confidently into the arena.
Instantly, the entire stands erupted in cheers, a continuous, overwhelming roar.
The vast majority of the cheers supported Blazing Fire Academy, with only a small minority chanting Shrek Academy's name.
However, most of the comments about Shrek Academy were sarcastic remarks like "Get out!" and "Useless
!" "Damn it, I can't take it anymore!" Dai Mubai clenched his fists tightly as he walked forward.
Tang San, following behind him, could clearly feel Dai Mubai's muscles tense, like a volcano about to erupt.
"Boss Dai, just bear with it a little longer. Once the match starts, we'll use our strength to shut them up completely." Tang San raised his hand and gently patted Dai Mubai's shoulder.
Although his words were calm, his slightly trembling shoulders betrayed his suppressed anger.
Dai Mubai glanced back at Tang San, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.
"Damn it, in this match, we must show them the true strength of Shrek Academy!" Dai Mubai said through gritted teeth.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Zhuqing nodded in agreement, a rare occurrence.
For Zhu Zhuqing, if the team could reach the finals, she would have the opportunity to face her sister, Zhu Zhuyun. As long as they perform well enough in the competition, even if they ultimately lose, they will still have leverage to negotiate with their families.
Shrek Academy has fielded its strongest lineup for this match. Everyone knows that Shrek Academy has no way out.
This battle is one of victory or defeat.
On the host's platform, Owen's slightly magnetic voice rang out.
"At this moment, both teams are in position. Blazing Fire Academy still has its familiar seven-person lineup, but Shrek Academy has several new faces. Mr. Lu, what do you think?"
Lu Feng's gaze swept across the Shrek Academy members, where Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong stood side-by-side at the back of their group.
A slight smile played on his lips as he said, "The teachers at Shrek Academy ignored the tournament rules, causing them to lose three matches. The situation is dire now; if Shrek loses this match, they'll likely be completely out of contention for the qualifying rounds." "
In my opinion, the players standing on the stage right now are probably the strongest lineup Shrek Academy can field,"
DouDou nodded obediently, agreeing, "Yeah, having teachers like that is truly their misfortune."
As soon as the three finished speaking, waves of mockery from the audience surged towards Shrek Academy like a tidal wave.
In the team's rest area,
Yu Xiaogang listened to the overwhelming insults, his anger burning fiercely. His hands clenched into fists involuntarily, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He suppressed his anger, cupped his hands to his mouth, and shouted towards the arena, "Little monsters, give it your all! Fight fiercely! Shrek will win!"
"Whoosh!" Almost simultaneously, the referee brandished his yellow flag, pointing it directly at Yu Xiaogang.
"Interference with the match, warning!" the referee's stern voice rang out.
This referee was the same one from Shrek Academy's first match. Last time, due to the incident on the arena, he was severely reprimanded by his superiors and had a month's salary deducted.
Strictly speaking, Yu Xiaogang's cheering wasn't against the rules. But it was clear the referee was determined to challenge him.
"You..." Yu Xiaogang was about to retort when he caught sight of the referee raising the red flag halfway up the screen, and he swallowed his words.
On the arena,
the seven students from Blazing Fire Academy formed a triangular formation, their aura menacing.
Standing at the very front was Huo Wushuang, whose martial soul was a one-horned fire tyrannosaur, a level 42 power-attack type battle soul master, specializing in explosive attacks.
At this moment, Huo Wushuang's gaze was like a knife, staring directly at Dai Mubai. Their gazes clashed fiercely in the air, sparking invisible flames.
Huo Wushuang's lips curled into a mocking smile as he sneered, "Shrek Academy? All that talk before, and now you've got yourself into a mess, haven't you?"
A tall, thin Soul Master behind Huo Wushuang said, "If it were me, I wouldn't have the face to stay here and compete."
Dai Mubai's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them, and he snorted coldly, "I hope you're still this arrogant when the fight starts."
"Both sides release their Martial Souls," the referee's voice rang out.
In an instant, the central arena blazed with light, the blinding brilliance almost blinding. Upon closer inspection, both sides had identical lineups: two Soul Masters leading five Soul Venerables.
Huo Wushuang's gaze quickly shifted to Zhu Zhuqing, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He murmured, "Interesting, White Tiger Martial Soul, Netherworld Cat Martial Soul."
Then, his gaze passed over Zhu Zhuqing, finally settling on Ning Rongrong at the back of the team.
In Ning Rongrong's hand, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone with dazzling light, radiating a powerful aura.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!" Huo Wushuang's face darkened in surprise.
Dai Mubai sneered, offering no response. In truth, he wasn't entirely confident either.
If he and Zhu Zhuqing could unleash their Spirit Fusion Skill, they might still have a chance. But Zhu Zhuqing hadn't even glanced at him.
Moreover, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Spirit was countered by the opponent's fire attribute. Who would win this match was still uncertain.
"The match officially begins!" the referee announced.
"Boom—"
In that instant, the first spirit rings of each member of the Blazing Fire Academy team released dazzling light, the light intertwining like a magnificent sea of fire.
Sparks flew like fireworks from the two support-type spirit masters, dazzling yet fraught with danger.
Countless tiny red points of light in the air, as if drawn by an invisible hand, hurtled towards the arena at incredible speed.
In the blink of an eye, flames erupted. A fiery red light enveloped the entire arena, and the intense heat felt like being inside a blazing furnace.
These two support-type Soul Masters possessed the Fire Star Martial Soul, an extremely unique type.
While supporting their teammates, it also possessed a certain degree of offensive capability. If they encountered a Battle Soul Master whose Soul Power was a whole stage lower than their own, they might even be able to defeat them.
On the podium, Owen's clear voice explained the battle situation to the audience: "It's happening! The Blazing Fire team's signature tactic! The match has barely begun, and they've already created the most advantageous terrain for themselves."
On the field, Tang San launched a swift attack. Blue Silver Grass, like streaks of azure serpents, burst forth from the ground, hurtling towards the Blazing Fire Academy team at incredible speed.
However, the instant the Blue Silver Grass touched the sparks, a sizzling sound filled the air, and the once vibrant green leaves instantly curled, withered, and lost their vitality.
Seeing this, a hint of excitement flashed in Owen's eyes. He said, "Tang San's Blue Silver Grass is clearly being countered by the Blazing Fire Academy's fire attribute."
"As a control-type Soul Master, he's actually lost the ability to effectively use his Martial Soul?"
"Perhaps, he is Shrek Academy's biggest weakness."
Dou Dou quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, that's right."
As soon as the two hosts finished speaking, a burst of heated discussion erupted from the audience.
"Heh, Blue Silver Grass truly lives up to its reputation as a useless martial soul."
"Even pigs wouldn't eat this grass."
"Knowing that Blue Silver Grass is countered by fire attributes, they still insisted on sending Tang San onto the field. The team leader from Shrek Academy is probably a complete waste."
In the team's rest area,
Yu Xiaogang ignored the insults from the audience.
Over the years, he had heard the word "waste" far too often and had long since become accustomed to it, leaving him completely unmoved.
Flander, watching the situation on the field, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan and couldn't help but speak up: "Xiaogang, I said before that Jingling should be sent onto the field. Now Tang San's Blue Silver Grass is completely countered, what should we do?"
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed. He countered, "Flander, do you know why I insisted on having Tang San compete?"
Before Flander could answer, he continued, "Tang San's abilities go far beyond this. Although other weapons are prohibited in Soul Master competitions, with his miraculous skills, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage against any Soul Master."
Upon hearing this, Flander immediately recalled the match between Shrek Academy and the Royal Fighting Team. Back then,
even with his Blue Silver Grass martial soul being countered, Tang San had held his own against Yu Tianheng solely through his agile movements.
"That puts my mind at ease,"
Flander said, quickly reverting to his expressionless, shoe-sole-like face.
Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, saying with a hint of arrogance, "Hmph, don't you even know whose disciple Tang San is?"
On the Soul Fighting Stage, the battle intensified.
Huo Wushuang charged forward aggressively, a resounding dragon roar erupting from his mouth. After his martial soul was attached to him, flames surged all over his body, and his skin was covered with a layer of scorching dark red scales, making him resemble a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Another power-attack type soul master followed closely behind; his martial soul was a fire leopard, possessing both powerful attack and speed.
Two agility-attack type soul masters, Huo Yun and Huo Yu, extended a pair of magnificent fire crane wings from their backs, gliding and circling from the sides like two streaks of red lightning.
Their target was very clear: Ning Rongrong.
After all, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda soul masters were always the enemy's priority target, no matter where they were.
With a "whoosh," Ma Hongjun suddenly spat out a mouthful of intense purple flames.
First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line.
The purple flames, like a surging tide, collided head-on with Huo Yun's first soul skill, instantly engulfing him.
Huo Yun turned pale with fright, his body scrambling to the side in mid-air; the purple flames grazed his hair, scorching a large area.
"Hmph, what trash flames! Compared to my Evil Fire Phoenix, they're nothing but grandsons!" Ma Hongjun smugly mocked.
"What Evil Fire Phoenix? I think it's just an Evil Fire Chicken!" Huo Yun scoffed, looking at Ma Hongjun's obese figure.
"Damn it! I hate it when people call me a chicken!" Ma Hongjun roared, unleashing a burst of flames from his mouth.
Huo Yun spiraled upwards, easily dodging the flames. At the same time, his fiery wings flashed, launching another attack at Ning Rongrong.
Inevitably, it was blocked by Ma Hongjun's first soul skill.
For a moment, the two clashed with their soul skills, creating a dazzling explosion that filled the air.
Huo Yu's opponent was Zhu Zhuqing. In the brief exchange just now, his left arm had been struck by Zhu Zhuqing's claws, and he was now completely unable to lift it.
If it weren't for a support soul master providing timely amplification, he would probably have already been knocked to the ground.
"Such speed!" Huo Yu hovered in mid-air, looking at Zhu Zhuqing below, filled with apprehension, hesitant to attack again.
"Zhuqing, isn't my support amazing?" Ning Rongrong laughed.
Zhu Zhuqing felt the 40% speed attribute boost within her and nodded slightly.
"Rongrong, don't worry about me, support the others first. This Fire Crane Soul Master poses no threat to me." Zhu Zhuqing said in a deep voice.
In fact, the moment the match began, Zhu Zhuqing planned to cut into the back row and eliminate the opponent's two support Soul Masters.
However, she didn't expect Tang San's Blue Silver Grass to be so thoroughly countered.
Worse still, she discovered that without control abilities, no one on her side could stop these two flying Soul Masters from sneaking up on Ning Rongrong.
"Alright."
Ning Rongrong pouted slightly, then chanted loudly: "Seven treasures have names, the first is: Strength!"
"Seven treasures have names, the third is: Soul!"
Two seven-colored rays of light entered Dai Mubai and Tailong's bodies respectively. In an instant, their auras surged, and together they repelled Huo Wushuang.
"This boost, no wonder it's the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, it's awesome!" Tyrone roared excitedly.
With a 40% increase in soul power, his muscles bulged, his skin hardened like rock, and he exuded power.
Dai Mubai's claws extended, and feeling the surge of power within him, he couldn't help but smile.
He looked at Huo Wushuang mockingly and said, "What's wrong? Where did your arrogance go?"
"Hmph, a petty person getting their way." Huo Wushuang wiped his mouth and sneered.
Before he could finish speaking, sparks in the air rained down like a dense barrage of arrows, instantly merging into his body. In an instant, a ring of golden-red light burst forth from his body, and his aura surged.
"Whoosh!"
Flames rose beneath Huo Wushuang's feet, and he transformed into a burning cannonball, charging towards Tailong at breakneck speed.
"Get out of the way!" Dai Mubai shouted to Tailong upon seeing this.
At the same time, his third spirit ring shone, and his entire body erupted with a burst of intense golden light as he swung his tiger claws and slammed them towards Huo Wushuang with all his might.
However, he was shocked to find that his speed was completely unable to keep up with his opponent.
Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Tailong roared and resolutely charged towards Huo Wushuang.
The Mighty Ape had no retreat!
A dull, resounding thud echoed, the powerful impact causing the surrounding air to vibrate violently.
Tyrone was struck in the chest by Huo Wushuang, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string. Flames clung to his body, instantly releasing a burnt smell.
Another muffled groan followed.
Huo Wushuang turned and exchanged blows with Dai Mubai, both their bodies jolting simultaneously. Dai Mubai took a step back, while Huo Wushuang stood firmly in place, unmoved.
Both their martial souls were extremely powerful, but in terms of soul power, Huo Wushuang ultimately had the upper hand. While the power amplification from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was considerable, the combined amplification from two support-type soul masters was not to be underestimated.
"Shrek Academy, nothing special!" Huo Wushuang patted the hem of his robe, speaking mockingly.
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1.8times+Chapter 179 Lu Feng's Commentary: Yu Xiaogang Spits Blood Chapter 179 Lu Feng's Commentary: Yu Xiaogang Spits Blood.
Meanwhile, another Soul Master from Blazing Fire Academy with the Fire Leopard Martial Soul was in a worse situation, facing attacks from both Tang San and Huang Yuan.
Huang Yuan's Martial Soul was the Lone Wolf, inferior in quality to the Fire Leopard. The initial battle was similar; after only a few rounds, he was injured by the Fire Leopard Soul Master.
Tang San's arrival instantly resolved his disadvantage. With his
Ghost Shadow Steps, Purple Demon Eye, and Mysterious Jade Hand—three Tang Sect secret techniques—along with martial arts like Crane Control and Dragon Capture, Tang San's close-combat ability was in no way inferior to a typical Battle Soul Master. With
similar Soul Power levels and a two-on-one battle, the outcome was naturally without suspense.
On the platform...
Owen frowned slightly as he watched Tang San's fierce attacks. "I didn't expect Tang San to be so strong. Even the Fire Leopard Martial Soul, known for its attack and speed, can only barely withstand his attacks."
He added, "What do you think, Mr. Lu?"
Lu Feng chuckled and said, "Tang San's strength is indeed formidable. His moves, especially his movement technique, are worthy of being called a self-created Soul Skill."
"A self-created Soul Skill!" Dou Dou exclaimed in surprise.
Lu Feng nodded. "That's right. Look at his footwork; it seems chaotic, but it actually contains a certain pattern."
"There's something I can reveal: Tang San and I were classmates. He started researching this footwork when he was in the junior academy."
Lu Feng's words were like a drop of water falling into hot oil. Excitement, amazement, and doubt filled the air; the audience's voices rang out, and the entire venue exploded.
In the VIP section,
Ning Fengzhi watched Tang San with great interest, secretly pondering whether he could recruit him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Ning Fengzhi naturally believed Lu Feng's words, after all, he had heard Lu Feng say that Tang San was his brother.
On the other side, Salas narrowed his eyes, his face expressionless.
"Genius? Heh, only those who grow up are called geniuses. Being able to cultivate Blue Silver Grass to level 30 does require some skill. This matter should be reported to His Holiness the Pope."
Owen picked up where Lu Feng left off and continued to ask, "So it seems that Chairman Lu has high hopes for the Shrek Academy team?"
However, Lu Feng shook his head, "Although I have high hopes for Shrek, it's not because of Tang San. On the contrary, in my opinion, his performance today was extremely unqualified."
"Why?" Dou Dou asked subconsciously.
Lu Feng chuckled, "You only see Tang San's formidable strength, but you've forgotten what he should be doing. His identity is that of a control-type Soul Master."
Lu Feng didn't finish his sentence, leaving room for discussion.
Team rest area.
Flander frowned, puzzled, "Xiao Gang, what does Lu Feng mean?"
Suddenly, he realized.
Control-type Soul Masters are the brains of the team; they should control the overall situation, not act rashly.
"Hmph!" Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, his hands behind his back.
He closed his eyes slightly and shook his head. "Flander, the battlefield situation changes rapidly, and Soul Master tactics are not static. Control is important, but if the overall strength directly overwhelms the opponent, there's no need to consider so much."
"As the saying goes: 'One force can overcome ten techniques,' that's the principle."
"Flander, do you understand?"
"Flander?"
Yu Xiaogang didn't hear Flander's reply and opened his eyes.
At this moment, Flander's eyes were wide like two copper bells, and his mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an apple.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang smiled faintly and said, "Flander, you don't need to be so surprised. My theories are just..."
"Xiaogang, look." Flander pointed to the arena, interrupting Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang turned his head, and in an instant, his eyes narrowed. He felt as if a large rock had struck his chest, his breathing became rapid, and his face quickly turned pale.
Time rewinds to half a minute earlier.
Tang San listened to Lu Feng's words, his brows furrowed.
The *Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record* was his greatest secret.
"However, the idea of creating a self-made soul skill isn't bad; it can perfectly conceal my Tang Sect's ultimate technique," Tang San mused to himself.
His eyes narrowed, and his hands turned completely white jade.
"Whoosh!"
Tang San quickly took several steps, his soul power gathering in his palms, aiming straight for his opponent's chest and abdomen. A slight smile played on his lips, as if he could already foresee his opponent collapsing and groaning.
However, the next moment, the formidable strength of the Blazing Fire Academy was revealed.
Sparks in the air suddenly accelerated, clinging to the Fire Leopard Soul Master's body. The next instant, a massive energy surged, actually knocking Tang San and Huang Yuan flying.
Although they weren't injured, the Fire Leopard Soul Master's crisis was averted.
"What a brilliant support control!" Tang San's eyes darkened.
"What brilliant technique!" At the same time, Zhu Zhuqing had already assessed the situation of her opponents.
Those two support-type Soul Masters could be considered control-type. On the battlefield, they would use their support abilities to control the battlefield and selectively provide assistance to their teammates.
Tang San's body was sent flying into the air, and the next moment, his eyes narrowed sharply. He saw that the Fire Leopard Soul Master did not attack Tang San, but instead turned to attack Dai Mubai.
His speed was extremely fast, like a ghost. At the same time, Huo Yun and Huo Yu also retreated from both sides. The four of them formed a perfect encirclement formation, surrounding Dai Mubai in the center.
"Not good. We've fallen into a trap, charge!" Tang San's expression changed drastically, and his body rushed forward at high speed.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes sharpened, and her figure darted out like a ghost, her target being the Fire Leopard Soul Master. The other members of Shrek Academy also realized that something was wrong, but their reaction was ultimately a beat too slow.
From the very beginning, this was a setup.
Although Shrek Academy had an extremely poor reputation, Blazing Fire Academy didn't underestimate them at all. On the contrary, Dai Mubai's fourth soul skill in the first match left a deep impression on them.
White Tiger Martial Soul, level 41 soul power.
In Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang's eyes, Dai Mubai was the core of the Shrek team. As long as they defeated him, the Shrek team would be like a toothless tiger, much easier to deal with.
"Boom!"
The four people attacking Dai Mubai simultaneously activated their third soul skills, and the scorching flames surrounded him, trapping him in a deadly situation.
"Third Soul Skill: Tyrannosaurus Fury!" Huo Wushuang's body swelled up again, sharp claws appeared between his hands, golden-red light erupted from his scales, and his entire body was engulfed in scorching flames.
"Third Soul Skill: Fire Shadow Clone!" With two crane cries, two huge fiery crane shadows flew out.
"Third Soul Skill: Fiery Seven Star Bullets!" The Fire Leopard Soul Master unleashed seven ghostly blue fireballs.
The four people's attacks blocked all of Dai Mubai's possible escape routes.
This attack was theirs to win.
At the critical moment, Dai Mubai didn't panic despite the attack. He glanced around, a flash of ferocity in his eyes.
He knew he couldn't escape.
However, a raging fire burned within him.
"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
"Fourth Soul Skill: White Tiger Meteor Shower!"
Accompanied by a furious tiger roar, Dai Mubai's evil eyes merged, golden light suddenly enveloping his entire body.
Simultaneously, golden light burst forth, spreading through the air. Centered on his body, countless fist-sized golden orbs locked onto his surrounding opponents.
After doing all this, he only had time to make one movement: raising his hands to protect his head.
"Boss Dai!" Tang San roared, his face grim.
Blue Silver Grass surged wildly towards Dai Mubai, climbing his body and barely forming a protective layer. However, these Blue Silver Grasses looked wilted and lifeless under the erosion of the flames.
Boom—
Countless sparks collided violently with the White Tiger Meteor Shower in the air.
The entire fighting arena trembled violently, and the terrifying explosive force transformed into powerful shockwaves that scattered in all directions.
Dai Mubai's body flew straight out of the arena like a meteor. Under the series of attacks, even his White Tiger Vajra Transformation was shattered. Blood gushed from his wounds all over his body, and he spat out blood from his mouth.
This was only because Blazing Academy didn't want to kill anyone and showed some mercy. Otherwise, if they had attacked again, Dai Mubai would probably be in far more serious condition than just coughing up blood.
"Boss!" Ma Hongjun's eyes were bloodshot.
He was the furthest from the main battlefield and was also quite large. By the time he reached the center of the arena, Dai Mubai had already been knocked unconscious.
"Rip!" The sound of claws tearing clothes rang out.
Fire Leopard Soul Master felt a chill down his back, followed by a sharp pain. He glanced behind him and saw Zhu Zhuqing's third soul ring shining brightly.
"Bang!"
Huo Wu's third soul skill suddenly activated, purple light enveloping Fire Leopard Soul Master and then exploding instantly.
Zhu Zhuqing, Huang Yuan, and Tang San were all hit by the strange fire ring at the same time and sent flying in three different directions.
Strangely, although the exploding fire ring looked extremely dazzling, none of them felt any harm that could threaten them.
"Fire Leopard, are you alright?" Huo Wushuang shouted anxiously.
"It's alright, thanks to the vice-captain's timely intervention." Huo Bao wiped the sweat from his forehead, grimacing as
he spoke. A gruesome wound had appeared on his back.
Zhu Zhuqing's speed was too fast, so fast that almost no one could react in time. Moreover, her timing was extremely precise, striking just the moment the four attacked Dai Mubai.
If Huo Wu had been a fraction slower, the Blazing Fire Team's meticulously crafted plan would have been ruined.
Huo Wushuang twisted his neck, looking at Dai Mubai and Tailong lying on the ground, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Seven against five, the advantage is in my hands!
Team rest area.
Yu Xiaogang happened to witness Dai Mubai being knocked away. To make matters worse, Tailong was hit by the aftershocks of the battle, his injuries compounded, and after spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, he never got up again.
"How is this possible? How is this possible!!!" Yu Xiaogang squatted on the ground, his fingers painfully clutching his hair.
"Xiaogang, are you alright?" Flander helped Yu Xiaogang up and gently patted his shoulder.
"Flander, we lost! We lost!" Yu Xiaogang gripped Flander's shoulders tightly, shaking him excitedly.
"Xiaogang, the battle isn't over yet, the little monsters still have a chance. Don't forget, Zhu Zhuqing's soul power is level 45, not to mention the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's support," Flander comforted him.
His voice was somewhat low, clearly not optimistic about Zhu Zhuqing and the others.
Yu Xiaogang sat down, his head leaning weakly against the railing. "It's useless, control-type soul masters are too important in team battles. And Blazing Fire Academy's lineup can be considered as three control-type soul masters." On
the platform ,
Owen passionately exclaimed, "What a brilliant move to trap and defeat them! Blazing Fire Academy did a great job. Losing two offensive-type soul masters at once, Shrek Academy is in danger this round."
After saying that, he looked at Lu Feng.
Lu Feng understood immediately and coughed lightly. "Blazing Fire Academy truly lives up to its reputation as a veteran team; their tactics and teamwork are impeccable. Shrek Academy, on the other hand, clearly lacks experience in major competitions."
"Based on the current situation, it's clear there's a difference in tactics between the two sides," Lu Feng added.
Owen nodded, saying, "In terms of the players' strength, the gap between the two teams isn't significant. However, teaching resources and team leadership are also crucial factors."
Dou Dou chimed in, "That's right. Shrek Academy should learn from this experience. Team competitions aren't about individual skill; hopefully, they'll have even better performances in future matches."
As the hosts finished speaking, a murmur of discussion erupted in the audience.
"Shrek's players are indeed quite skilled, it's a pity they have such a useless teacher."
"Why are they even playing? They should go home and raise pigs!"
In the team rest area,
Yu Xiaogang listened to the hosts' words, his eyes glazed over, his face pale, looking several years older.
"Xiao Gang, don't listen to those young people's nonsense. The host's job is to create topics to attract the audience's attention," Flander advised.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "Flander, I'm not angry. It's just that my tactics in this match did have some problems. I never expected that Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass would actually..."
"Pfft!" Before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth. Then his vision went black, and he fainted.
"Xiao Gang! Xiao Gang! What's wrong with you?!" Flander shouted loudly.
Immediately, he picked up Yu Xiaogang and left the arena.
Unexpectedly, the final winner of this match was Shrek Academy.
On the podium.
Owen stood on the table, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Unbelievable! A stunning reversal! Who would have thought that Shrek's agility-type Soul Master would defeat two opponents, both Soul Masters, single-handedly!"
"Let's shout her name: Zhu! Zhu! Qing!"
Lu Feng looked at Zhu Zhu Qing, who was cheering with her hands raised high on the stage, and sighed inwardly, "Ah, still too young."
He held the microphone to his mouth, "I didn't expect Zhu Zhu Qing to be so ruthless, forcing herself to use her fourth Soul Skill consecutively for her team."
"This kind of secret technique is usually used when desperate, and it severely damages one's foundation. After this match, she'll probably need to rest for a long time."
Zhu Zhu Qing looked towards the podium in confusion.
"When did my fourth Soul Skill become a desperate measure?"
Suddenly, she realized that revealing such a powerful skill so early would definitely be extremely disadvantageous for future matches.
Moreover, if she were targeted by someone with malicious intent, it would be dangerous.
"Pfft!" Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed onto the arena.
"Zhu Qing! Zhu Qing, what's wrong?" The Shrek academy members immediately surrounded him.
On the platform, Lu Feng looked at the chaotic arena and nodded, "A promising student."
Night, the back mountain of Shrek Academy.
Under the moonlight, Tang San's eyes were gloomy as he flicked pebbles from his hand, striking tree trunks hard.
His mind replayed the scene of his battle against Blazing Fire Academy earlier that day.
His Blue Silver Grass was utterly powerless against fire elements; it would be instantly burned to ashes the moment it appeared. For Tang San, today's match was an absolute disgrace.
"Control type! Control type! I can't even use my martial soul, what kind of control type am I?"
Tang San's movements grew faster and faster, leaving a trail of afterimages with each wave of his hand.
"Bang bang bang!"
Each pebble struck the same spot on the tree, brutally breaking through the bark to reveal the white trunk. Soon, the trunk began to crack again from the impact.
"Boom!"
A pebble flew out, and a tree trunk as thick as a thigh crashed down.
"Huff~" Tang San gasped for breath, his eyes flickering uncertainly.
"Blue Silver Grass, is it really a useless spirit?" Tang San slowly opened his right hand, blue light surging, and a light green appeared in his palm.
"What kind of spirit ring should I add to my Blue Silver Grass spirit? Fire resistance? Freeze resistance? But there's still Thunder Academy."
"I've never slacked off in my training, but why is the gap between me and Lu Feng getting wider and wider, and even Zhu Zhuqing's spirit power has surpassed mine?"
"I clearly have innate full spirit power!"
Tang San couldn't understand where his problem lay.
He also didn't understand which path he should take next.
"Little San, your Blue Silver Grass isn't a useless spirit." Just then, a sudden voice rang out.
"Who goes there!"
Tang San's eyes sharpened, and a small sleeve dart shot out.
"Whoosh!" The sleeve dart cut through the air, heading straight for the black-clad man's eyes.
However, to Tang San's surprise, the hidden arrow flew to within a meter of his opponent, then seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, unable to advance even half an inch further.
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1.8times+Chapter 180 Tang San: My Title Douluo Father Chapter 180 Tang San: My Title Douluo Father
"What!"
Tang San's pupils constricted sharply, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. A faint purple hue instantly covered his eyes; Tang San couldn't sense any soul power fluctuations around the man in black.
He looked up and saw a tall figure, his face completely obscured by a black hat, his tattered clothes revealing glimpses of bronze skin.
Looking at this mysterious person, Tang San felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
"Damn it, why would such a powerful figure appear in the academy?" Tang San was secretly alarmed.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "It's him! The man in black who fought the Titan Giant Ape!"
Tang San's heart jolted, and his breathing became rapid.
A Title Douluo!
Tang San subconsciously lowered his voice and respectfully said, "Senior! May I ask what brings you to Shrek Academy? I will do anything you can, even go through fire and water!"
At the same time, he leaned forward slightly and gave a standard bow.
The man in black stood there quietly, his eyes clear and deep. His gaze fell on Tang San, lingering for a long time.
After a long while, he slowly raised his hand and gently removed the hat from his head.
"Little San."
A deep and familiar voice entered Tang San's ears, like a heavy hammer, striking his heart hard.
Tang San raised his head, and the moment his eyes met the other's face, he was struck dumb, as if by lightning.
"Dad!" Tang San's voice trembled, filled with endless joy.
The next moment, tears welled up uncontrollably, blurring his vision.
"Dad!"
Tang San could no longer suppress his emotions, and tears streamed down his face like a burst dam. His legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.
Seeing his son kneeling on the ground, Tang Hao's eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up but held back.
"Little San!" Tang Hao's voice was hoarse, as if weathered by wind and sand.
The two stared at each other, having not seen each other for so long, both with so much to say, yet unsure where to begin.
Tang San's eyes still glistened with tears as he choked out, "Dad, is it really you? Where have you been all these years?"
Tang Hao nodded slightly, helping Tang San to his feet, saying, "Little San, all these years, I've actually been by your side."
Hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed in Tang San's eyes, "Dad, why did you leave Holy Soul Village in the first place?"
Tang Hao said calmly, "Little San, flowers in a greenhouse can't withstand the wind and rain. Only those who have weathered storms become true men. Little San, your performance these past years has made me very proud."
Tang Hao looked quietly at his son, his eyes filled with tenderness.
His son had lived alone for so many years. Gifted and hardworking, how could he, as a father, not be proud?
Tang San's heart jolted, and tears almost welled up again.
Nothing was more gratifying than his father's approval.
In that instant, all the grievances he had suffered over the years vanished like smoke.
Tang San took a deep breath. "Father, was that Title Douluo who saved me in the Star Dou Great Forest you?"
Tang Hao nodded. In an instant, terrifying soul power erupted from his body like a surging wave, the air seeming to be stirred by an invisible hand, emitting sharp whistling sounds.
His aura surged, enveloping everything around him. Nine soul rings slowly rose from beneath his feet, arranged in a row behind him. Each soul ring exuded a heavy aura, especially the last one, which was a deep, blood-red color. A
100,000-year soul ring!
"Title, Haotian."
Tang Hao's voice was deep and calm, yet carried an irresistible power.
Tang San's breathing quickened instantly, his eyes flashing with excitement. At this moment, countless legends and glories about Haotian Douluo flashed through his mind.
The Haotian Twins.
The youngest Title Douluo. The
number one weapon spirit in the world.
"Dad, why did you come to Holy Soul Village to become a blacksmith?" Tang San couldn't help but ask.
"Let's not talk about that for now." A complex emotion flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, and his voice became somewhat low.
"Is it because of Mom?" Tang San asked tentatively.
He clearly remembered that when he first transmigrated, he heard a gentle voice calling "Ah Yin," followed by the sounds of fierce battle and his father's painful cries.
Tang Hao's eyes instantly sharpened, and a dense killing intent emanated from him like frost, as if the surrounding air was frozen by this killing intent.
Tang San felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it extremely difficult to breathe.
"Little San, we'll talk about this later, but remember, the Spirit Hall is our family's enemy." Tang Hao's voice was icy, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Spirit Hall!" Tang San clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes burning with fury.
At this moment, Tang Hao's gaze was fixed on Tang San, and he slowly said, "Little San, the spirit in your left hand is the Clear Sky Hammer. There's a condition for twin spirits: the parents' spirits must be of comparable quality to awaken two spirits."
Tang Hao said earnestly, "Your Blue Silver Grass spirit was left to you by your mother; it's definitely not a useless spirit."
"Is that so? Why has my teacher never told me this?" Tang San slowly raised his hand, and the Blue Silver Grass spirit instantly flew out from his body.
The slender Blue Silver Grass swayed gently in the breeze, and the grass on the ground seemed to be summoned, floating slightly like a green wave, full of vitality.
"Dad, but my Blue Silver Grass is very weak. It was powerless against Blazing Fire Academy." A hint of disappointment flashed in Tang San's eyes, and his voice became somewhat low.
Tang Hao gently shook his head and said, "Your martial soul isn't showing its true form right now. Once you reach level fifty, I'll take you somewhere."
"Level fifty?" Tang San lowered his head, lost in thought.
A trace of doubt appeared in his eyes again.
"Dad, why is my soul power cultivation speed so much slower than Lu Feng's? If I remember correctly, his innate soul power was only level five back then."
Tang San didn't tell Tang Hao about the immortal herb. In his opinion, a ninth-grade purple fungus wasn't enough to make up for the gap in talent Lu Feng had.
Tang Hao's eyes darkened slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
After a moment, he slowly said, "Lu Feng always seems to be smiling, but he has a murderous aura about him. I suspect that he achieved what he has today by fighting his way up step by step in the Soul Beast Forest."
"Murderous aura?" Tang San asked doubtfully.
Tang Hao nodded and said, "That kid's experience is definitely not simple. He's got at least eighty or a hundred lives on his hands."
Then, Tang Hao looked at Tang San seriously, "San, everyone's path is different. You can't easily deny yourself because of other people's achievements."
"Talent, effort, mindset, background, even luck—each one is indispensable for a Soul Master."
As he spoke, his Soul Power surged slightly, and a pink light slowly appeared in his hand.
Tang San stared intently, his eyes narrowing, and he exclaimed in shock, "This is... a Soul Bone!"
"That's right, San, this is a 100,000-year-old Soul Bone." Tang Hao said solemnly in a low voice.
"100,000 years!" Tang San suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on his father, his eyes filled with uncontrollable shock.
A 100,000-year-old Soul Beast's combat power is no less than that of an ordinary Title Douluo.
At this moment, Tang San felt his heart suddenly beat faster, and his breathing became rapid. He understood more and more deeply what it meant to be the "Number One Weapon Soul in the World."
Tang San carefully reached out and received the soul bone from his father. A warmth emanated from his hands.
It was a right arm bone, its entire surface a translucent pink, like a fine work of art. Upon closer inspection, countless tiny stars seemed to twinkle and dance within, mysterious and captivating.
Most remarkably, this soul bone seemed to possess its own life, giving Tang San a vibrant feeling.
"Little San, tell everyone that this soul bone is five thousand years old. Absolutely no one can know it's a hundred thousand-year soul bone, not even your teacher," Tang Hao said solemnly.
"Yes," Tang San nodded vigorously.
He knew the preciousness of soul bones; they were treasures of the Blood River.
A hundred thousand-year soul bone was enough to drive the entire soul master world mad.
"Dad, what kind of soul beast did this soul bone come from?" Tang San asked, filled with curiosity.
Tang Hao's eyes flickered slightly as he said, "It came from a Soft-Boned Rabbit. I fought it for a whole day and night in the forest to kill it."
He wasn't entirely lying, but he omitted the crucial details. The opponent he actually fought wasn't a Soft-Boned Rabbit, but a Titan Giant Ape.
Tang Hao still felt lingering fear when he recalled that thrilling battle.
The Titan Giant Ape had gone mad, completely disregarding its own safety, and pounced on him in a suicidal manner.
Tang Hao was already injured, and after that battle, he spent a full half-month in bed recovering.
"Soft-Boned Rabbit?"
Upon hearing this name, Tang San couldn't help but think of Xiao Wu.
"Can such a soul beast cultivate for 100,000 years?" he asked, his face full of doubt.
Tang Hao's eyes narrowed, and he said seriously, "Little San, even among the Soft Bone Rabbits, there are Rabbit Kings. Just like your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, there are Blue Silver Kings, and even Blue Silver Emperors, as you advance."
Tang San nodded heavily, his eyes filled with determination. "Dad, I understand. I will never underestimate my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul again."
"Alright, this isn't the place to absorb soul bones. Come with me." With that, Tang Hao, carrying Tang San, vanished instantly at the end of the hill.
(End of Chapter)
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